[Verse 1: Murkman]

Thy tongue is thy sword, since, the vocabulary minces as the cutlery

You pastry bakers? Simmered and elementary, while my skills are culinary

These dishes I throw out, so gustatory to the buds

That I have FDA Inspectors constantly, triple-checking

For GMO’s in my cooking, so I informed them straight up

“Ain’t no hoes, allowed in this kitchen!”

They walked in disappointment, chuckled “You better or

I’ll make that swine snout, oink!” hot pointy-poking, these porky pigs

So my internal temperature cooled down as my Wellington’s rose

In the oven, the gluttons salivate, ravenously waiting

For my waiters, to dish out the weighted plates

Saw my rivals in sawed halves, who entitle themselves sous chefs

(Ha) More like the main course, served to my dinner guests!

Prepping Dr. Seuss, to be broth in this batch, of Egyptian soup

You fishes will be grilled, next to my Red Snapper, and Blue Bass

Lambs to be chopped then slaughtered, with the force of Wu’s crew

[Verse 2: Gold]

Got bitches is my crib and them bitches working

Louis with the Gucci niggas say I’m perping

AK-47 bitch I need a turban

Lambo on The Lodge bitch you see me swerving

[Verse 3: Halfadelic]

I got bitches

You got bitches

Tell yo bitches come over

If they ratchet lets get ratchet and pull up in that ‘rover

[Verse 4: Khroam]

Bars I got bars

Bitches at the bars

I drop bars

Fuck yall, I got bars

[Verse 5: Quikstik]

Public Enemy mixed with YG, what’s that make me?

Lyrically I intimidate and educate thee

I’m the white boy knowing about COINTELPRO

So when I see racism I know how far back it goes

But y'all ain’t looking for conscious flows so

I tear up my home state harder than RTJ

When they came with Che and the Brusier Brigade

Tore up St. Andrew’s and left the smoldering decay

With Danny Brown putting the remains in an ash tray

Got me hyped enough to punch Floyd Mayweather in the face

Knock his teeth out and call it a day

Except Manny would have my head so let me collect it

I see the bodies of wack MCs let me inspect it

You hear this shit and you gotta respect it

You gonna re-read this shit and say

Damn Quikstik wrecked it!

[Verse 6: Halfadelic]

All I see is snitches

All I get is bitches

If you talk shit then yo bitches get put in ditches

[Verse 7: BruceLee-Roy]

Put this shit into reverse meaning I shift sticks

This code is hard to crack, but fuck a @Kryptic

[Verse 8: Lazy]

I come down from a loose high

When I walk through you know these geese fly

I keep it real cuz that’s what I was born to do

You call yourself bad bitch but i'v met worse than you

I come up with the weed like shottas

Big like poppa I tell them nada for the prada

They come back wit the pistol and shoot gratatta

But believe me i’m not fazed i’m not bothered

Keeping it real but always feeling managed

Bounce back from rockets with no collateral damage

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Do I love her I tell her don’t ask it

She’ll be set up for disappointment

I ain’t her shrink I don’t take appointments

They come at me with potions for my emotions

In rap I get promotions move through the ranks without motion

[Verse 9: S34F00D]

Check, His palms, spaghetti

Knees are weak, arms, spaghetti

There’s vomit on his spaghetti already

Mom’s spaghetti, he’s nervous

He’s about to eat cold spaghetti

He’s not ready, but he keeps on forgetting

To reheat spaghetti, all the guests cry so load

He opens his mouth but spaghetti won't come out

He’s running out, of the house to get some more spaghetti

But he’s too late, the spaghetti shop’s closed, blaw

[Verse 10: SystemFailure]

I be that rap subzero/kano

Combating hatin' mortals

With the God-leeeeee flow

Entangled in the 90's

Lost in toonami

A break come on

And I’m writing flames, yo

Cross the room

Big bro bumping new hov

Plottin on how to cop brand new clothes

Cause pops lost his job and school coming up

And he can’t stand the fam being broke

But to me it’s watever tho

Long as the fam whole

[Verse 11: mattw16]

Coming with these lyrical tactics I’m always active never passive

Steady rhyming through my passage making these classics

Lines always fantastic the impact I make is massive

While other rappers don’t even get you out your seat like you Degrassi

Unlike these other people I actually have character

Not putting up a drake image, you’re just a character

I’m telling you the story of me and I’m the narrator

I’m giving you these bars so you see that I’m a rare master

Yeah, rap is a form of escape to ignore all the mistakes through the doors that we take

Yeah, I adore all the hate, see the form that I’m shaped is a form of a great

See when I’m done with this no one’s a contender

You weak rappers got nothing on me, you’re just pretenders

You moving that dope? Well you got no future

I’m a machine the way I’m bending these bars, like Bender

[Verse 12: iForgotAboutDre]

Me spitting bars for you, is gods gift from heaven

My shit bout to blow up… 9/11

When I spit this shit it’s not written

My lyrics free… Abe Lincoln

[Verse 13: Trench]

This man’s as manic as a panic racked drug addict trapped

In the attic

Snackin' on a packet of crack, laughin', I just snapped my back in half

And happened to slap my lats with my calves

But happy, I’ve done the math

And my ass’ll get smashed off four caps of this bagfull of xanax I jacked

I’ll get wacked now, pass out, take a nap in the bath after collapsin' and drown

Drag my haggard ass up outta the ground, come back as Macbeth’s phantom

And slap the crap outta the masses with a black jack-o-lantern and a five hundred pound crown

I’m the town’s, angry maggot

Braggin' about hatchin' dastardly plans on my hammock

Practised, snatched a backpack rapper by the straps and snagged ‘em on a branch, cacklin’ at him till he got frantic

Stabbed him with my hand, snapped his neck back, and

Body slammed him into the ground so bad he backfired and span straight offa the planet

I’m Bruce Banner’s fuckin' loose cannon, manhandlin' Batman’s masseurs then crammin' the dead goose’s head through a fuckin' noose hangin'

As loose as Marilyn after Jack banged her kaboose

And her shoes cost a grand and

Abuse used to prove who’s husband was a man, (yuh)

[Verse 14: ZXQaos]

To yous who abuse and misuse the celestial lyrics

Putrid and stupid, too useless to earn the best of these merits

So Imma prove to you the true inhuman rapping assassin

The loins of the blessed

The fusioned fruit of this passion

Who’d imagine I’d suit the views of this ludicrous public?

Use the jew’ls of this music

To form confusive constructives

Become the Tantalus in his chasm

Inobtusely known for his actions

No, sanction, Illmatic

Gift n’ curse, everlasting

First verse profusely enpackaged

Wrap it loosely in leafs of amusement refusal

Rappings: then thrown in a hearse

Better best of the worse

Than lucrative n’ a mess

As ruthless and beautiful

As the claims of the rest

Brains immersed n’ produced

In my grade A diction seduced

Syllables n’ sibilance

Burstin’ta flames is evident

And so hence the illusion

Of an immense insane an allusion

Included in this fuckin’

Rudeness accusions I got

For ‘em crappy modern day Judases

[Verse 15: Tyrant]

Movin dope is my past present and Future

If my mound was any bigger you’d see me on reuters

Cooking for two birds, only ones my bitch

Sit there and watch while I feast on this shit

[Verse 16: TeamJimmy]

Rest in peace to the game cause I’m fresh to death

Rest in peace to the game, tell ‘em kill theyself

Make your deathwish, cause I’m too fresh

Cuse I’m fresh to death, cause I’m fresh to death

You go broke tryna get fresh like this

Rest in peace to the game cause I killed it

I’m fresh to death, I’m fresh to death

What you talkin’, I came out a coffin

[Verse 17: LordSlug]

I Spit Hot Bars From The Place Where We Make Cars

So Hungry I Just Ate A jar, Prolly Gonna Get Charged

For This Crime Im Gonna Commit Tomorrow

Youll See Me With A Lot Of Sorrow, Gonna Need To Barrow

Money to post my Bail, Walk Out With A Tale To Tell My Kids Why I Wasn't Around Cuz I Was In Jail

[Verse 18: defacid]

Taking chains and snatching names, wise eyes you can’t deceive

Wear a vest, cover it up, but your heart’s on your sleeve

Bandwagon lifers die for a dollar and live for a dream

But when life catches up, and the years flash the tears stream

You talk like you’re rich and you’re getting that guop

But your lips like Earls if they Pinocchio’s — Stop

Drop and roll another joint, lick another blunt

Smoke it, toke it, blow it — now you know that shit’s a front

Empty purpose to go with an empty purse

Trying to build an empire off of a curse

My pattern switches up, but my delivery is terse

While repetition degrades the charts, only getting worse

Pillage and rape the youth with the media

Empty carcass, zombie to push the flesh, meatier

Kill the mind, obliterate a generation like a meteor

Spread the message to your family, it’s from me to yours

[Verse 19: Sail Ciph]

Don’t call no ambulance

Call the morgue

I ate a sandwich

Slamming your head in the door

[Verse 20: Pakyed]

You talk like you’re rich and you’re getting that guop

But your lips like Earls if they Pinocchio’s — Stop

Drop and roll

[Verse 21: KevinInTheCutThatsAscarySight]

My dick is as big as the big show

Get everyone excited, call it the big show

I don't give a fuck but I ain't a virgin

Come here I'ma open you like a surgeon

Yeah I fuck bitches, call it bestiality

I only love the ac in actuality

Yeah i fuck bitches, yeah call me calles

All these hoes goes around like propellers

Couldn't even spell it, but i could really care less

Yeah the pussy ball like hairless

[Verse 22: ChamKoopa]

Took my time off the RG Center

But now I been sent ta re-enter

Cause it seems like y'all need mentors

Won’t be gentle, so gee, temper

By the way, do y'all miss your bitches?

I threw them into ditches along with The_Midget

Yeah, fuck all these snitches like Jay-Hovas_Witness

Y'all should better be able to take a few stitches

Cause when I begin Steb-ing, you’ll lose one of your digits

Now I got everybody watching, even Hopsin's

Sittin their with a pack of corn

But this shit ain’t stopping

And anyone who wants to be topping

Me, just try and we’ll see you flopping

You should start robbing

Cause while rapping, you’re just sobbing

[Verse 23: FlawlessDeizel92]

Y'all be making it rain, while I reign supreme

Better leave me BE, before I rupture your spleen

Cause me, I’m like the A-team can't you SEE?

This is the new regime

When I’m busting the chrome and fucking hoes its the same results, bitches scream

I just spilled purple drank on my skinny jeans, but my pockets are never lean

I can Son you, your nothing but a sweet 16, pre-teen

And I can Kill you, don’t make this the post murder scene

More dope n' sick then gingivitis in the mouth of a crack fein

Hit with you that iron, since you under a G like a golf tee

Your bullshit is exactly what I need, an eagles feast

Other then that your just for the birdies

You bogus times three, call that a triple bogey

Like I’m always on weed, my drive is to stay on that green

And you on a crash course, you’ll never be up to par

Don’t even COME close, cause I’m FUCKING winning by far

Out of this world boy..

I TRAVEL the galaxy and DOUBLE DRIBBLE shooting stars

I lay my foot down, and it just so happens my armrest is planet mars

I’m absolutely nuts that’s food for thought, I spit granola bars

Have them fucking dumbfounded, when they find your dead body in a smart car

When discussing the best, my name pops up more then the trunk a-jarred

Rhymes are nothing ever less then rated R

The murderous paramedic that doesn’t take victims to the E-R

I rather whip around the 1st made hummer cause I’m ready for that war

BOY!!

[Verse 24: NLbway]

Last night, got caught in a gunfight, I think it was like

Four niggas clutchin they burners and bustin

But only could see one in sight

The one on my right, yo son he like we both got gripe

He wanted my life, come at a nigga

With a gun and a knife

He tryin to make me the wiped out nigga layin up under the white

But I ain’t tryin to go up in no dark tunnel

And burn to the light

And let myself be one more nigga that just got spun in the night

And done in on sight, and tryin to breathe

With one in my pipe

But I’m not one of the type, and I’d rather lose all hung on the mic

Than to be up in the yard receivin CPR

At one in the night

Now I can run and take fllght, but alright, yo son’ll be hyped

And I’ve played mother nature before

So yo I’m clappin thunder tonight

I step right, inside of the street light, my gun it was bright

Send him to kiss Christ, and let my shit slice

In front of him twice

Let one splice, cause fuckin with price, ain’t tryin to be nice

I want him on ice, no back home

To a son and a wife

He tried roll dice with real life and got his buns in a vice

Nigga was all enticed to lead his life sheist

But none of it’s nice

I peeped shit, and seen his whole click, was runnin in fright

Instead of comin to fight, get someone to fight

You son of a dykes

With one in the pipe, I’m aimin to light the one on the right

They all deceased, so yo my asspiece

Get hunted for life

Four niggas cut down, and I can receive one hundred to life

Up in a jailcell, that’s crawlin with lice

And runnin with mice

Live trife, fillin appetities with nothin but rice

Slow biz and no kid’s nigs

Start runnin my wife

Only got one life, yo get this fuckin, gun outta my sight

Back at the house, after midnight

I’m done for the night

[Verse 25: Panta]

I suck cock like a pornstar

All these fake rappers in this cypher too lame, I'm the only to raise the bar

If you see me in the club, hit me up and in the bed we can spar

But I ain't gay, nah the rappers in here are

They so gay, they fap to Spongebob and Patrick the Star

Now I'm going to end my verse with a quotable that will be out of the blue

Rap Genius dot com is full of homophobes, and you know this shit is true

[Verse 26: Johnathan Juliano]

When you speak about the best mc you best to mention me

You couldn’t win this bout with four more mouths

An extra set of lungs and a crooked referee

When I look in your direction, freeze

I’m the hip hop police, may I see your license and registration please

[Verse 27: 7_letters_long]

I go low fast and get high slow; viscosity

I just seen some faggot slanging his cock at me

I’ve been killing this for years, ain’t no bitch stopping me

Rollercoasters my dick’s long as these

[Verse 28: JC_shamgod]

Don’t disgrace the game, I’m chasing fame

With a pen recreating lanes away from lames

So when I’m on track, i’ll race to aim above space and planes

Claim this title and embrace this reign

[Verse 29: JC_Freakanrican]

Close the curtains

New chapters

Less burdens/bird dens

We the rap raptors

Snatch ya chain

Captors of this game

Steady adaptors

But money gains maintain the same

For who aims for the last laughter

Sinister winner

Pass the spliff to yo' pastor

[Verse 30: Cordel]

Killin' these bitches like I'm Michael Vick

I know I’m the best so hop of my dick

And yo “Bad Bitch” look like my shit

And she got those pink pussy lips

Watch out for gun cause I'm murkin' niggas down

TU TU TU is how my gun sounds

You faggot ass niggas don't know bout murder

I’m the best in the game just like Richard Sherman

Bobby Shmurda fucks males and his faggot ass “gang"

When I see this bitch I'ma hit him with a bang

GS9 like to fuck guys in the ass

While Glo Gang looks in the dumpster for cash

At least I’m honest to the rap game

I’m just tellin' the trust so who you gonna blame?

[Verse 31: RheaMarie]

I’m a young but powerful female, you could call me weeping Willow

And when I’m comin' for y’all niggas, I’m sneakier than the bugs lurkin’ in ya pillows

I may not be an emcee, but watch me go harder than a crescendo

I'ma eat ya 16 bars and leave ya broke ass with zero

What, you scared

I’m stuntin' on y’all niggas

I may be new to this but I got more dedication than winners

I’ve never been the type to kick it, coolin' with the sinners

Whats funny though is that I broke the worst commandment and swerved past my haters

Can’t believe I’m sittin' here tryna' out-rap niggas when I’m a beginner

But moms told me thats the type of shit that makes you bigger

I’m on the come up, dodging from the lames

If you don’t like it then you can stay in ya fuckin' lane

Cause this the shit that shows you females can play in the same game

[Verse 32: KoldKam]

I be spitting these sound waves, the type is sine like the ocean

Hoping I get signed and see these quotients

And if you thought I cared about your notions, just know, if you ain’t notice

I can’t even look at you because this flow is frozen

I’m ice cubing it with these potions

Today was a good day, don’t kill my vibe, or that’s your soul floating

I’m not even human, my soul’s been ghosting

That's abnormal

Mind like 90’s ho, I’m isotopin'

[Verse 33: Francis_L]

In a world of wills and won'ts

I live by will and refuse to want

Born in the ashes of burned plants

In the realm of glass homes

Cold blooded with warm bones

I withstand the impact of verbal stones

As the minutes pass by my hearing is no longer intact

The audio of my cardiovascular fades

Stillborn memories are still born inside my brain

Mixed with strange feelings of glory days

No longer panicking cause i can no longer think (let that sink in)

10 minutes have passed and fire is alive on my skin

Dead thoughts with a dead heart is that a sin?

And to think smoke could kill two birds with one stone

A shame really my life no longer reflects my tone

With dead words i breathe life into mics

With no life i let the mic take lives

Animated, who am i to tell i made it?

[Verse 34 - JCAssassin]

If you thought it was over, I'mma bout to come and finish you

Damn, doing those, done damaging, diminish you

I'm the one to hold the weapon and hit you in the chest

JC Assassin, bow down to the best

You asthma attack when I splat a TEC bullet

Don't be fucking with my trigger I'mma pull it

This the type of terror that takes the two towns

Mix the liquor with the quicker and tear the roof down

Emcees can't handle this sickness

Hit a brotha in the chest and I do it with the quickness

You got no hope messing with the man who shot twice

I been thinking bout my existence and your lost life

Assassin passing the clashing to fasting and blasting

Laughing packing the sack in, attacking to last kin

Freaking phantoms forgiving Father for filling you

Keeping kilts to crazy, cannot contain we killing you