[Verse 1 Chester P] I spray walls so we can battle for the writers bench And fight against the odds like Daniel in the lions den You bite my style Ill cut your hands off and write with them Dont breathe down my neck or Ill stop ya flow with nitrogen You said Im nice blood? youll have to say Im nice again My ways are set like cement, swinging like a thousand spidermen Hit so hard some rappers never write again, like a dried up pen So you just cant rely on them To step to mes to put your own legs in jeopardy You could walk a thousand miles and still not get next to me Im so beyond its only future thats ahead of me To battle me youll need to travel to the next century Im so highup even mute people try to mention me My arts are sharp mentally, when I think youre meant to bleed Im blackin out cos I havent got the strength to see My hates blind so Im running dangerously on lengths of beef Im old skool like a real pair of hippys flares When I go to bed I cuddle up with a grizzly bear I move so fast most people ask is he there? I leave now and by tomorrow I travel 50 years So if I was you Id be pretty scared Tryna buy a new set of pants cos I know youre in a shitty pair I spit bricks and build my own little city here While ya fallin off like Paul Daniels wiggy hair! [Verse 2 Kyza] When I start rhymin bare breddahs a start hidin My dark writing strikes many like charge lightnin Sharp slicin knives cut and then stick right in Its not a wise thing to start no arms fighting I might fling hundreds of blows and start wilin Like rightwing Nazi marchers who start violence My mind thinks the same way that Einsteins did My IQ is higher than London car crime is I slide in inside of the thighs of a nice white slim Light skinned girl from behind and plot my tings I dive in, piping her slightly ripe tight minge I like when she tips on my ccK! and starts ridin I fry fins of these sharks who like biting Surprising them with more hundred and five types man Their eyes widenin with the frightened child likeness Some highpitched siren screams when Im sighted I buy drinks for some Friday night highjinks And try link some yatties by givin em sly winks whistling Kindness lines my golden heart shining A high cars mileage just to pass time with I cry gems, shit rubies and fart diamonds My style is rarer than priceless art findings Im swiping iced rings and wetting up dry men With my pen, what my friend Alright then [Verse 3 Jehst] Its the return of the drifter Billy the Kid Contents under pressure, Im flippin my lid So many rhymers are liars, Im sick of their fibs They lack focuss, jokers that tickle my ribs Thinkin theyre hardcore, theyre more brittle than twigs Im projectile spitting while you dribble on bibs Im diggin for hits givin the middle finger to pigs Bringin that nasty stink thatll linger like cigs I sit in my crib glued to the telly No food in my belly, Im losin it tuned into Jerry But this is my final thought right now its time for war Better decide if youre fightin for a righteous cause Like me an my cyber force, we walk tall swing swords slay the minotaur I scrutinize rhymes til my eyes are sore We from the underground, raw like iron ore Youll get deafened by the lions roar Im stompin on primitive life forms like a dinosaur Ridin beside the four horsemen I got my eye on the pie and Im out for a small portion [Scratches] ...the trilogy will be heard
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