[Verse 1: LUCIDD]

You don’t wanna mess with me

I will rap 'til the day I rest in peace

I’m a liminal bitch hovering over the scene

And making waves, pumping my brain full of ecstasy

When I stutter on bars, that's negative aura

I c- c- c- can't find any benefits forging my own career

I suppose I’ll close down my own recope vows at lowest don't show out but

Well, maybe I can work on my album

But nah, I got plenty of time

I can amount myself a bit, since I dont plan to quit

I’ll just take a little break like I’ve done for months and months and months

If I gain more confidence, I'll rap for months

And make a decision, I'm finna go fast for fun

And if I treasurе my inner being and let mysеlf loose

Then maybe chopping won't erode my teeth like Captain Crunch

Take the cig ignite the lighter, shove it down your wind pipe

Before I suffocate you with a microfiber lens wipe

(Is this dude insane?)

Yuh, you ever ate silica gel beads before? That shit tastes like pop rocks (Yeah it does)

If you're ever wondering why time is so slow

Your Sloppy Seconds finna Knock Your Block Off

Fine, what is the purpose of rapping so fast if you can’t understand them?

Yeah, that's a good point, but all of these archived forums, you’re throwing a tantrum

It’s too easy to crack the code, when you’re a ratman last to show

All of what you got in one go and that’s a reference

A sinster reminder that your IP is mine

Kal Paseo, you a bitch

[Verse 2: Liquiid Vortex]

Coming in back around and I’ma kill 'em the sound

Bringing 'em down

Snakes bringing the doubts, I put 'em in the ground

Hacking 'em up, I fuck 'em up, you know that I’ma gut em up

And I don’t really give a fuck, a demon in the bounds

I ain't goin' for the clouds, bitch, I’m headed down south

You went to look for the devil, bitch, I found him in the barrel

Don’t believe the paranormal, there’s a ghost, look at him now

Fuck whatever they talkin' about, I'm shaking and breaking the underground

I’m tripping 'em out, got 'em thinking about the moment they be tapping 'em out

I’m stabbing 'em in their shit, diggin' apart your hearts now

Mash out 'til they black out, pass out, you better back down

Man down 'til the countdown

They be thinking I’ma lose, making you motherfuckers move

Hit 'em with syllables, supersonic with the boom

Thinking that they do, cut 'em into two

Chucking a deuce, look into gloom, keepin' the cool, sick in the stu'

Fuck it, I’m breaking 'em loose, I’m dogging 'em out, I’m walking 'em out

The shit you shoulda thought about, ain’t lookin' for a part of pound

You know that I want farther gone, it’s the head I want about

I don’t care if we falling out, motherfucker, they gon' get it now

Domestic terrorism, pull the pin, and dive into the crowd

Incendiary ammo, hot links when they clink

Motherfuckers gonna be leaking, I ain’t talking 'bout a sink

When I come up on the spot

You don’t gotta worry if I’ma do my shit or not

Bust out the machete, put your head up on the block

They be ducking heads 'cause they thought it was a Glock, yeah

Fuck it I’m bringing the doom, motherfuckers don’t got a clue

Jammin' the katana in your roof, I be doing what I do

[Verse 3: DOWN6]

Gravity ripped from beneath

A cavern with shadows that smile with teeth

I ravage the scraps to keep snacks for the fien, I gnaw through reality's hazardous dreams

Enact a state of madness when climbing ladders up towards to heavens

Lord is begging not to be bothered by a real sinful peasant

South East rappin', I be stepping to beats etching

Thee message, squashing the beef and then release pleasant

Code red, hoe dead, exterminate the block up in the instant

Burning the record and terminate anyone tryna be stepping to kill, bitch

Dictate what the future ancestors will see

Leaving imprints like Jay-Z

Wisdom isn't granted at ya birth, you better fucking earn it

Roam around the city doused in kerosene, the act concerning

Light the match and drag it on my skin and then commence to burning

Not even the holiest water'll put me out, the furnace hot and cooking

Brought this methodical, problematic mission

Lacking what matters to keep the habit on an honest vision

I probably puff a spliff when I roll in the du GUMP, I’m pimping

A couple a loaded clips, I mean a MAG and the goat be hissing

Blood up on the jacket, by the boat

Alabama river where they float

Travel, run away out to the coast

Weighing every ounce after shows

What is up with all this fucking smoke?

Golden, molded by the essence of

Chosen gods, hiding through the fucking shrubs

I settle beneath the dirt

Breaking apart at the coffin and walk out to Hell and make the chasm worse

Devoted to this curse

[Verse 4: Toku Mei]

When my brother told me to give up, I was adamant

He was saying only producers get any cash in this

Dealing an ultimatum stating to work for dad again

Because when he's gonna take over, he ain't gonna give a another chance again

I told him I don't need it, I knew he wouldn't believe in me

Spitting out from the heart to the beat and have it repeated

The grievance, I couldn't beat it 'til speakin' up on a beat did

But having family's approval was something I never needed to be raw

Like Hopsin knockin' with madness

So, girl, better drop the box like new caskets

In any way, I pop and lock with who dancing

And take away the spot you rock like flu flamming

They got a song to drop, but who's asking?

You're better off to pop a squat with loose napkins

It's not the bars you drop when you rapping

It's literally the bar you've dropped with you rappin'

(Get it?)

Cause I got a style to recognize

Flow like the river of Nile when shredding by

Used to be vile to some when I sketched a rhyme

Now they entitled for sums 'cause I'm getting by

Used to be friends in the drain like they Pennywise

Now I got snap tryna show me the memories like

I wanna see it, delete it when steppin'

Like what's in the past cannot anchor in present time, nah!

That ain't what I'ma give into when I'm stronger than class A-1

They can all lick on my balls, know the shaft stays up

While I facetime my therapist like "Man, hey look"

I'll leave his damn face shook like woah

Get off my phone

Like when y’all talkin' about "I'm packin' a MAC and I'm bringin' a-" No!

Y'all better be taking your backida-backida-backida-backida ass home

Fuck an SPS and your wackity wack flow, motherfucker

[Verse 5: Undead Ronin]

Aye

Bitch I heard a lot of you

Wanted to put yo hands up on my soul

Because I’m burdened with glorious purpose

I’m taking a fucking seat at the end of time

When I’m over this

I got no way to give up

Cause the demons telling me

The feeding nearing

Do not Talk to me

The chitter inside of my mind

When I’m breaking the line

I’m not stopping for any alliance

Cutting myself wit the athame

Summon the devil

And tell him I’m takin him up on the war

Between the heavens

Leading fiends and demons

To the pearly gates of god

Better know yo place

Or imma spill yo fucking blood

You ain't wanna fuck with me

Partial to blowing ya little brains out

And empty the clip

Before I even ask a thing

Happily bury the body

Under the ground with the shotty

Raising em back you a zombie

Waiting for the night so I can March on these bustas

Wit a Wakizashi

Unknown cause of death

Determined at the autopsy

I’m hardly living

While my body burning in balefire

Screaming the damning words

Of the Necronomicon

And letting my body free from all this

Call to the void and say

“Let me be free”

KNOW YOUR PLACE

SPEAKING TO ME

IS A PRIVILEGE

I’LL SHOW YOU YO FATE

DYING IN THE FIELD

WIT A BULLET IN YO CRANIUM

BLEEDING OUT WATCHING MEMORIES

FLASHING BEFORE YOUR EYES

SCYTHE IN MY HAND

PREPARE FOR DEATH

MAGICKAL BEINGS BRING FAMINE

WE TORTURE HUMANITY

WE NEVER REST

TILL THE WICKED ARE UNDERNEATH

6 FEET DEEP

BOUND FOR ETERNITY

LETTING LOOSE THE BEAST WITHIN

DEVOUR ALL WHO SEEK THE THRONE

THEY WANTING ME TO FALL

BUT I WONT

WHEN IM TAKING BACK MY POWER

LEAVIN THESE PUSSIES IN MY SHADOW

WITH NO DOUBT

THIS IS THE END

FOR YO FAMILY

OH

YOU FUCK WITH THE KULT

THEN WE EATIN YO SOUL HOE

CHAIN UP YO CARCASS

WITH YO OWN INTESTINES

UNTIL THE RIGOR MORTIS SETS IN

NOW I ENDULGE

[Verse 6: Transcendentem]

Raw dog ‘em all with pyroclastic flow

With the knife or the scythe, the choppers will go

We are doper than God with the grace, gonna make a bloody face

Sober with the fucking mocha, bring a tank to their base

Silly god, wish there was six on the illest

Muskrat for the kill, then burn ‘em with a grill

I have taken over one who can fucking kick ass

Covered with a split second, it’s solved so fast

Leash on our enemies, the gods are going thirty

Breakin’ a jaw, intricate call, with the inutility

Better run away, bitch, we will catch you from the back

You don’t know what it takes to get it on this track

I expect them to tryna get a higher damn spot

But we’re way too far ahead, so we let them rot

As a fast rap student, I am not a fuckin’ king

Always say that I rap, cuz I never fuckin’ sing

SPS Enjoyer, hope you’ll get on soon

And no matter what the fuckin’ bitches do, I’m here

Gotta pay soon, I will deal with that

Gonna clean the server, make sure there’s no rat

To my greatest teammates, show this to the gals

Just want them to know that I have succeeded

I miss ‘em so much, but I must go fly

And to the fuckin’ cappers, say goodbye

Ought to be makin’ it fast and I’m breakin’ the record, I’m makin’ ‘em rest

Takin’ the Mac and I’m breakin’ ‘em off and I’m comin’ to comin’ to kill the beat

Packin’ a mic and I’m bringin’ it wickeder, makin’ a scene, so obscene

I’m on top, I’m the fastest now

(Sick in a fake and I’m big in wicked, comin’ and wreckin’ ‘em, givin’ a fuck and I gone)

All you motherfuckers gonna widen your eyes

Gonna make ‘em fuckin’ hate me, go ahead and spread lies

Saying I’m not fuckin’ rapping, you’re fuckin’ retarded

If you think we’re done, we’ve only fuckin’ started

[Verse 7: HI-SUNKO]

This prolly be sloppy, imma merc it, inadvertently turnin'

Flippin' it, makin' this shit, godly

Stick with lobotomy and put my dick inside of Moxxie

As I'm topplin' a couple opponents, a mothefucker

Better be the one on top of me now

"Oh wait, oh Nate, you're flows great!

But that's so gay!"

The fuck what you want?! Yagikira with the gun

Bouta go ham, go ham, dumb d-d-d-d-d-duh

Never want to be on top, I'm a top gun bouta take lotta shots

‘Cause it be a lot fun hit em with a bullet

I be spraying they be laying dead

As I am dissin', man I'm gonna be winnin' and be crowned upon

Major Cloog, you a bitch uh you prick, uh

You're tipped off to set on jail, you're a bit of rip off of kelly and EDP

Or that fuckin’ man, Nihilist!

Beef but no fight

‘Cause you might crash in and you might crash out

And by the time I've killed it be coffin operating

Like Andy leyley mothafuckas better back down

I am mad now, not arouse

I'mma bash out canon event, a Miguel O'Hara you cannot bounce

Finna gonna be runnin' in the house like it's cat mouse

Never gonna be stoppin' when I'm boxing, you gon' black out

Never gonna be sane, since all night man

I'm totally insane in my whole life but hey

Man I got one than that lesbian Mistpirit bitch she better go hide

As I pop upstairs, rock a lot of stages she stays locked down in her mom's basement, make Her go quiet like a hiatus, she prolly gonna' comment like "I HATE THIS!

[Verse 8: Lil’ Rapid Fire]

Sometimes I overdo it I just get so into it I was spitting fire bars and fucking flowing through it only no one knew it

Making doper music than of those who’d choose to fucking go and mute it I’m a broken nuisance to them but if Eminem heard me he would only shoot his

Shot at recruiting me I can say usually pac and the new emcees shocked as I do the beat in way you’ll just watch while producing me saying oh shit is he s’posed to lose it is mopping shit through with heat

It’s not a question it’s a fucking statement

Bout to rough the pavement

B-b-blood is spraying c-c-cut like Jason

And you must be playing lots of games if you think I would bust the matrix

Now everyone telling me that they used to the fast shit

So I'ma spit faster than all of you for the last hit

Untouchable on the mic when I choose to go blasting

Incredibly decimating the few who talk mad shit

If anyone wanna battle me get wrecked

You send a diss to me that’ll mean spell death

You said that you want me toppin shit hoes loud

But every time that I’m choppin it slow down

Double a couple of syllables coming to breaking 'em off when I gotta burn 'em when I’m on the mic and I’m shaking the fake in the back and I’m buckin' 'em nuts chop 'em like bacon thinking I’m faking I’m clearing the room and I’m making 'em black out when I gotta be grabbing the gat in the back of the bag making 'em

Shut the fuck up

Never will I finish until they’re fuckin diminished

And winning it fuckin killing shit villain concealing clips in your ceiling bitch you don’t know me if you did you would realize I’m mad and tired of you hater now saddest liars for doubting the one and only LIL RAPID FIRE

[Verse 9: ODSTARCHENINGO]

Talkin’ bout efforts, aching up whenever the cold in us demands someone to come wanna break out into dominoes, summon a devil, the horrors are getting here, bitch I can sink in it, pissed em off

Out of it, overlay cannabis sicken, I murder for the dumbest, someone ain’t covered, I’m coming to make it a full kind the bakers at morning, coming and making it full

Boutta put in my foot, I kill the pain, murder bitches, have fun, can I burn it for the better vision, suck it up ain’t

Up on their foot, I sit there protect em, write the final , been sick, and I burn up for the candidates, hacking ticks, ever to settle with the full tamed

Take out my sets, summon it, the prison from center

Harder whenever the medicine, imma never to get up for the better

Think I burnt it when the supper get em when I’m foolin’ but the simple cadaver don’t put up for their percent can I bet ya found em, broke over-compression up to punches summon the game with a carving I face

Up with the haste

I’m under my seat carving off leveling coming and breaking the volcanoes, summon a gum and I’m wicked, I’m breaking then wink it off, I sever the grip when I make it the best

Could I break it, I’m wicked, I’m fucking up, bugging the boogie that bringing the bigger new biggedon book it and bring it, the planet come pain can I pull can I planning on poking it making it mugging, I’m freaking a bringer that bigger the beat and I fuck it up, aching em again, I’m picking dumb velcro’d down full kid, I broke it I book it, I’m walking on wickeder bringing the pain and I fuck it I’m fucking up hanging a painting I’m raining I’m banging a bullet I’m faking on fucking on packing em, bigger new pick of the bowl

Ain’t nobody full, can I put a fortress, over again I’m bitter fill em when they said I can employ them, but I stood making em intimate I kill em middle of the voltage

Ain’t nobody messing with me, I’m gonna sample it, their mess a big carving, I come and I bake it, a bigger new fit to toast, center intimidate the sets

Had to compress their bones so that when I come on kill em with a MIDI, coming up in it with something, I come in and vent it to somebody, coming to center my breath yuh

Ain’t nobody standing, put your foot in, carve the moon

I pull abyss fan it, carving i put it bends up in it carving a hole

Thinking I burn up with some in it come with a better best umbra that come with a carving inside with the governor freaking it shriveled us over the computer, put it when they burn a cape

And I piss sovereigner governor picking up fucking on their somebody gotta make it up packing a marketer bugging I’m booking it planning on fucking em bringing a bigger new wake in the planet I’m working on forgetting wickeder buck in em

Get em working I’m bringing out fucking up bucket I’m bugging em, bringing it back and I’m bringing em bringing their pack in em planning on picking their pocket I’m voting em bugging it when I come vulcan it forget it bringing them bigger new pick in em fucking on wickeder pick in em poking and working em, fucking their bug and Im poking em, working on bugging it picking on wicking em freaking on fucking em bruh

[Verse 10: Troll]

Trollzin' que chega na track, deixando bem claro que nesse rap que eu 'tô não tem nenhum moleque

Por isso que eu chego mandando a flipada que vai te deixar no chão

Repara que quando tú ouvir o meu som você vai para outra dimensão

Seu cuzão, tem uns nêgo que 'tão falando umas merda sobre sobre mim

Dizem que eu sou repetitivo, não tenho criatividade

Mas olha que coisa amigo, dessa vez tú chegou tarde

Pois tudo que eu fiz e faço, vocês não fez nem metade

Esse é o preço da arte ou o peso do aço? Bota na balança que seu final já foi trágico

Pois eu boto a cara e nunca desisto, cabaço, você sumiu com tudo

Parece até um truque mágico, mas, vou fazer o quê? Não ligo pra isso, pois o foco é em mim

Então senta no seu sofá e liga a sua TV, 'tô pronto pra dar um cheque-mate e vou causar seu fim

Mas deixando isso de lado, e voltando pro que eu tava falando no começo dessa track, deixa eu explicar

Como eu disse, é o Troll rimando, dessa vez não é o Demetrius, e isso significa que um papo reto eu vou dar

Só querem flipada, flipada, flipada e flipada, flipada, esquecem da porra da letra, então pode pá

E se vocês querem flipada, então é isso que eu vou dar

Prepara que quando o Troll chega na track, meu mano, não é pra brincar

"Cê pega na faca ou na pica? Tu pega na pica ou não pega no pau?"

É velocidade, meu mano, isso aqui sim que é real

Por mais que a minha letra aqui seja uma bosta, e não valha nem um real

Eu carrego essa cena nas minhas costas porque o speed é surreal

Era isso, tá pronto juro que as vezes pode ser até pior

Espero que tenham entendido meu ponto, na parte três eu juro que explico melhor

[Verse 11: Greenhoe440]

Fuck everything I rerecorded

Yo bitch just got my kid but won't abort it

Boy if we got a problem let's sort it

The more I get beaten, the longer my sword gets

You more fit, but I morph to a god

A mind combined of many, a form to be gone

Bitches? Got plenty, whores cannot dodge

And I go melly on faggots who want

This attack, I give it from the back

Yo shit is wack, get yo neck slapped

No racks? Sad, I got mad platinum

That's that, I'm DOOM on crack

You ruin raps, you got no movement, man

I'm super cool with the jews and blacks

You choosing fat, I'm choosing sap

I don't even know what the fuck I just said

Fat people ain't shit, and they fucking know it

Boy you'll become my bitch, yo ass is showing

Got a dude who got a booty that's thick, yeah my mouth be foaming

You be caught up on some shit, boy enjoy the moment

Come in, you’ll find all the statues divine

I'm on the run from the 12 to the five

Double the time and I run up with 9s

And my eyes get the most of the violent night

I ain't even wanna do this verse, half this lineup so dookie bro

But LUCIDD a homie, DOWN6 he a homie

So I came with the clip and I aimed in the scope

Faggot

[Verse 12: Muskrat]

You not one of us, you get eliminated

Never been a favorite but I'm here

Killin this shit with a pen and paper

Do myself a favor, instill fears

Into the hearts of many, writing bars aplenty just to show everyone what I got

Emphatically making an effort, amassing some fans and I'm glad I remain in my spot

We're chasin a win and there's no time to stop, it's an ongoing plot that'll not be forgotten

We're a group of people doing great work and taking a loss is so far from an option

You're not on our level, so get the fuck back

If it's war that you want, then we're on the attack

You better be ready or you're off the map

You're no kind of hero, you're gone in a flash

What's up with that? When I'm on the microphone, I finna kill it

Any motherfuckers really want it, I'mma get em in a fuckin minute

Haters wanna hate, but all I'm hearin is crickets

I'm here to be winnin and take my fuckin skill and just lift it

Time for me to step in and leave a mark in the game

Keeping hopes that my artistry is helping to spark a flame

It's an aim of mine, never stay divided and slay

Confided in myself to always break the silence in waves

I don't want my music to be a pile of waste

I want it to be remembered, not filed away

Wanna treat all this work like it's my final day

Not everything's a hill, but I'm inclined to stay

Hard to believe that I've just turned 23

Wouldn't be here if it wasn't for SFC

Wouldn't be here if I didn't have enemies

But to be honest, I want them to rest in peace

[Verse 13: MC Rice]

[Verse 14: LEECHY!]

Liminal, what does it mean?

Occupying in the space in-between

Void walker, live behind of the scene

Time wander in the twilight of a world unseen

Grow pale by the day, it lurks in the shade

A favor repaid, I still will stare death in the face

Fuck it, burn rubber away, watch me escape, bitch

I'm a bloody rabbit hopping out a wartime warren

Pop on a popstar, gone in a moment

Lost in the sauce? Bitch, you ain't that important

Fuck it, I'm tired of your shit, got me snoring

Like honk-shoo "mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mi"

Napping in a rap, trap house, ain't a BNB

Paint up the walls, now it look like a murder scene

Burn a motherfucker out a case, like a DVD

Rip and I tear, bring doom to deviants

The ground beneath tremors, the dust pouring off

Of my figure, go figure I rupture their spawn

Indigo royal, don't fuck with the pawns

What is the purpose of making these songs

For the sake of approval from those looking on

There's a truth in the verse, watch them shoot at aversion

I cock back, laugh, sure fire caliber, off

Cocking it, locking it, aiming it at the target, ain't make it to market

Aiming at the back of the hack, then clacking, hacking the pieces, and mogging the mark

Fuck if they spark, they gawking, hawking it back to the flat footed, regardless

Bawking and breaking, taking a faker, shaking and baking, make it a hater

Make an acre of the enemies, fuck it, ain't no befriending me

Aching, I can't take it, I'm shaking up, what they been sending me

I'm still wild to the bone, I got 'em all down on their knees

Say my name, and bow to your king