MC [Intro]
It's all about timing
Pressure makes diamonds
If you the real deal then you better get to shining
Nazskilz (First Verse)
I get on tracks and go the distance, never seen a cat
That's so persistent, flow consistent, and these facts are known to listeners
Strap and load the instance opposition show resistance
I am god position, hope these bitches know the difference
Look up and behold the gifted, now become Jеhovah's witness
Hold the pen that wrotе the scriptures, approach and your soul gets lifted (Ah!)
With this little light of mine, I let it shine
Test the nine, weapons I fashion will rival death's design
Haters are best inclined to rest or get stretched
My techs are death threats, trepass and get wrecked
Neglect my pen flex, and protect your head necks
Wan test? that's senseless; Mac 10s I'm reckless;
No stress, dimwits can't hold a torch to the rhyme schemes
I'm the real deal like follow come with the pricing
Hold a grudge with a tight grip, Molotov to your wife's crib
It's trifling, I'll bring holocaust to the crime scene
Plastic Slash (Second Verse)
Slash committed crimes to get the cheddar he lacked
And got rich off sparking iron like welder with stacks
Won't help my bitch with her hair bro, I never relax
No youngin, pushing fifty, I'm an elder with raps
Features I did years ago, they holding that back
Those unreleased tracks are not Schrodinger's cat
Everybody knows you died already, I swing swords
Dictionary torn to pieces yet I don't mince words
See the wack rappers muthafuckers keep on the chart
What have we got here? If you top tier, I weep for the art
Fuck jujitsu, I'm good with a new pistol
And dollar bills, Clint Eastwood with a few fistfuls
To rap this tight no be small feat, really my dude
Gotta work your socks off just to be in my shoes
Still old heads criticism is a blow to the bowel
But them washed up niggas won't make me throw in the towel
Roth B the Maverick (Third Verse)
Kill the Rap symphony, that’s the freaking mission
Mav attack on the Mic and I pass it with precision
Every man in his position, sees that ‘which is’ at stake
We bring more flames than the catholic Inquisition
See my-self as I am, it’s the Role of reflection
This god left himself a note, see I wrote to perfection
Bad guy, class of my own, solo detention
Married the ring, faithfully hitched to my Frodo impression
You fuckers would be potent in the oldest profession
Suck the marrow, and fucking eat the bone of contention
Close your eyes cos I’m spitting with a venomous feel
For this aggression, MC gotta pay my energy bills
Breath control of superman, i make my enemies chill
I took two L’s? It’s scripting with the spelling of ILL
There’s no win that you could steal from me
Taking niggas out like “Let’s go chill, homies, the bills on me”
MC (Fourth Verse)
Got no time for fake ish
The real ones gonna feel this
Fact over fiction its precision when I build this
But on wax I'm known to shape shift
Like mr smith in the matrix
I'm on a roll in my role
You just a make-shift
Ya skillsets too laboured
The pen work come off basic
Everything MC touch
Best believe he lace it
Like a spiked spliff
That's high grade potent content conscious from the onset
When scriptin writtens full of dopeness
But common sense ain't common
And that's just a common problem
Mos def i got the quality to solve it
This black stars evolving in orbit
Rap symphonys a lyricist mosh pit
With enough fire power
To short circuit all plugs & sockets
But pay attention to who really got it when they rock it...
I batman's ( bat man)
To a raw pulp
Only one man can save gotham
It's MC
It's all about timing
Pressure makes diamonds
If you the real deal then you better get to shining
Nazskilz (First Verse)
I get on tracks and go the distance, never seen a cat
That's so persistent, flow consistent, and these facts are known to listeners
Strap and load the instance opposition show resistance
I am god position, hope these bitches know the difference
Look up and behold the gifted, now become Jеhovah's witness
Hold the pen that wrotе the scriptures, approach and your soul gets lifted (Ah!)
With this little light of mine, I let it shine
Test the nine, weapons I fashion will rival death's design
Haters are best inclined to rest or get stretched
My techs are death threats, trepass and get wrecked
Neglect my pen flex, and protect your head necks
Wan test? that's senseless; Mac 10s I'm reckless;
No stress, dimwits can't hold a torch to the rhyme schemes
I'm the real deal like follow come with the pricing
Hold a grudge with a tight grip, Molotov to your wife's crib
It's trifling, I'll bring holocaust to the crime scene
Plastic Slash (Second Verse)
Slash committed crimes to get the cheddar he lacked
And got rich off sparking iron like welder with stacks
Won't help my bitch with her hair bro, I never relax
No youngin, pushing fifty, I'm an elder with raps
Features I did years ago, they holding that back
Those unreleased tracks are not Schrodinger's cat
Everybody knows you died already, I swing swords
Dictionary torn to pieces yet I don't mince words
See the wack rappers muthafuckers keep on the chart
What have we got here? If you top tier, I weep for the art
Fuck jujitsu, I'm good with a new pistol
And dollar bills, Clint Eastwood with a few fistfuls
To rap this tight no be small feat, really my dude
Gotta work your socks off just to be in my shoes
Still old heads criticism is a blow to the bowel
But them washed up niggas won't make me throw in the towel
Roth B the Maverick (Third Verse)
Kill the Rap symphony, that’s the freaking mission
Mav attack on the Mic and I pass it with precision
Every man in his position, sees that ‘which is’ at stake
We bring more flames than the catholic Inquisition
See my-self as I am, it’s the Role of reflection
This god left himself a note, see I wrote to perfection
Bad guy, class of my own, solo detention
Married the ring, faithfully hitched to my Frodo impression
You fuckers would be potent in the oldest profession
Suck the marrow, and fucking eat the bone of contention
Close your eyes cos I’m spitting with a venomous feel
For this aggression, MC gotta pay my energy bills
Breath control of superman, i make my enemies chill
I took two L’s? It’s scripting with the spelling of ILL
There’s no win that you could steal from me
Taking niggas out like “Let’s go chill, homies, the bills on me”
MC (Fourth Verse)
Got no time for fake ish
The real ones gonna feel this
Fact over fiction its precision when I build this
But on wax I'm known to shape shift
Like mr smith in the matrix
I'm on a roll in my role
You just a make-shift
Ya skillsets too laboured
The pen work come off basic
Everything MC touch
Best believe he lace it
Like a spiked spliff
That's high grade potent content conscious from the onset
When scriptin writtens full of dopeness
But common sense ain't common
And that's just a common problem
Mos def i got the quality to solve it
This black stars evolving in orbit
Rap symphonys a lyricist mosh pit
With enough fire power
To short circuit all plugs & sockets
But pay attention to who really got it when they rock it...
I batman's ( bat man)
To a raw pulp
Only one man can save gotham
It's MC
( MC, Plastic Slash, Stepping )
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