[ADLIB-INTRO]

Aiyo' it's getting kind of crazy right now, man

These cats really think they could take me out

But I body rappers, man; I'm a beast

And you know it don't stop

[HOOK:]

Don't stop! (Stop!) Stop! (Stop!)

Spitting with that venom

'Till they drop! (Drop!) Drop! (Drop!)

Hitting them with everything

You got! (Got!) Got! (Got!)

Got skills? Show them

How you rock! (Rock!) Rock!

Don't stop! (Stop!) Stop!

[VERSE 1:]

Don't. . . Move!

Check it the who's who

Of wrecking get too bruised

To recognize who's who

You step-up and you lose

Everything!

Your crew, troops, and weaponry!

No truce; choose second-string!

Two moves left to check your king! (Come on!)

Mate! Slay them quick as they come

Weight of my kick is a ton

Strength at the tip of my tongue's- Bayonet!

Sharpen for carving these diamonds

Talk with a awkward alignment

Sparked from an awful assignment

They're calling it rhyming. (Nah.)

But I'm call it war. (War.)

And I'm call for more. (More.)

As I sharpen my sword. (Sword.)

Watch them fall to the floor. (Floor.)

From a crawl to corpse;

Battling, part of my soul;

Shattering, thoughts of a course of:

Action, that calls for withdrawal

The flow ain't letting you go and

So ain't the heads that I roll with

Don't get ahead of you bro or

You'll be the head that is rolling!

Mic check. Time's up. Next defendant:

Get them primed up for dying;

Line 'em up, line 'em up

[HOOK:]

[x2]

[VERSE 2:]

Yo my syllable sickness killing folk

Quick with no witness

Skillfully spit with a liquid flow

Take a sip and then tip the pro!

Ain't a typical pen the can penetrate;

Mental and physical;

Dental or ventricle;

Permanent / Temporal;

Cursed with a blessed flow!

(Yo, yo, yo, yo-) Ain't no slowing or stopping

Stalling or pausing

To catch your breath

You'll catch your death

By the boulder you're dropping

Over the top with my underground style

Plunder abundance of clowns

Rowdiest crowds try to jump at my crown. (Nope!)

But I'm hunting them down

And I'm cutting them down

Getting bludgeoned by sounds

Just a stump where they're found

Ain't no chumps in my pound

Just some ravenous wolves

Battered and bruised, animals

That are known for damaging fools!

Cannibalistic nature!

Savages spitting danger!

Cats on trip a to take us?

Pack them to meet their maker!

So mic check. Time's up. Next defendant:

Get them primed up for dying;

Line 'em up, line 'em up

[HOOK:]

[x2]

[ADLIB-OUTRO]

See the difference between them and me

Is I'm a real emcee

I was born for battling

I was bred for this, man

So I tell you what; keep lining 'em up

And lining 'em up

And I'll keep knocking them down

That's right man

MuzeONE! Scribbling Idiots!

And we're out