Nick Wiz ft. Nautilus - “Untitled”

[Emcee(s): Mad and Kaos]

[Producer(s): Nick Wiz]

[Verse 1: Mad]

When my

Brain cells activate, niggas I decapitate

Squatting on a rooftop, deciding a rapper’s fate

Another target in the crosshairs of the piece of steel

Intense concentration give my verses a deeper feel

Excellent when flexing shit, I couldn’t come up short

With the size of a Smurf, I rise from the earth like

A spirit, I’ll make an instrumental get tense

Hit a fool with the verbals, he been trembling since

Leaving Timberland prints in the rears of peers

I incite fears, strictly Olde E, no light beer

Enters in my bladder when I’m slurring speech and staggering

Vandal causing panic, drinking 40s in the Vatican

You almost wish it was a bomb when the pen is in

My palm, rap-batic weaving spells like black magic

I’m not the typical nigga you listen to, my flow’ll

Be mystical ‘til I’m invisible on the physical

My technique’s ill, I’ll freak skills, leaving

Minds blown, blasting niggas to another time zone

Better than heroin, take this and inject it in

Your vein, ease the pain. It’s Madness with no method

[Verse 2: Kaos]

Yo

Never consider or ever you figure on any agenda

The nigga of splendor can never deliver dilemma

The smoother virtue of mutilation, it can either

Soothe or hurt you through universal communication

But either way, yo, I’m straight, I never fret

Hits of E&J concentrate then resurrect

The slacker-slipper, the conceptual chapter-chipper

The questional-factal-flipper, professional rapper-ripper (Nigga!)

It ain’t nothing like the venom vocabulary

We spin in an adversary, dig in ‘em and shatter every

Puncture the penetrator, but I’ll be the levitator

Numerator remaining forever flavor

So spare the drums on the drastic calamity when

Grass-fed insanity, the sarcastic profanity be vanity

No stunts, there’ll be nothing but bold fronts

Shutting up gold fronts, fucking up whole months

I got no love for ya, the rest’ll be bugging ya, gives

A fuck about none of ya, put a slug in your jugular

When I attack, I take, there’s no way to snap or shake

I captivate, decapitate, evacuate, and aggravate

Any flunky who feeling lucky when I get to

Mash ‘em and Burn ‘em like Jamal from Kentucky

Ain’t no slip or snoozing when I get the mission, cruising

Even with no distribution, Kaos is an institution

Is it your place to assume? When I bring bass

To the boom, I drink a case on the moon