[Verse 1: SplytSecond]
Are we really doin this again sprite?
There's been 5 intervals so, lets cut the underground into pieces for the 6th time in a row
You get the scissors and I'll get the mic you combine other rappers we can turn em to confetti, it's the time of the door that remind me to flow he's standin at the door
Are you ready, for the chopper?
Undaground and you better be arteries
[Verse 2: Big Loony]
I'm an individual that gets critical with my syllables, I murder you I promise you n***as to look at general, I hit you with this verbal abuse I'm burning your chemicals
I murder a n***a then hit em with venom and I get the torch
I'm rapping for Colorado n***as don't wanna get in with me, lyrically chop em like helicopters merk enemies
Smokin up with somebody packin heavy artillery, its kind of amusing to see other choppers that envy me
Hit a motherf**er th'end up and run from the hood a b**h
f** murder the n***a the need the body park in the ditch
If they really wanna come and get it with the chopper the stomper, cuz f** with the brainsick cuz I hit you with voodoo
[Verse 3: Hurricane]
I get it right back on it I'm murdering my opponents/
When you hear me on the record, i'm doing it how i want it/
I'm a general, deadly, when i spit it i call the shots/
And i'm 'bout to be bodying the n***a up on the lot/
(?) when i'm stepping In the booth/
I'ma boot it like a ninja that's giving people the juice/
[Verse 4: D-SPillz]
[Verse 5: Kaoz]
[Verse 6: Bonez]
Chop it up with me now, let me hear that spiritual
Ready for the battle really want it?
Gotta drop it on em nam, nam, viet, viet
So stop or me cut ya down, I'll give em the usual
Bloody body leakin' probably did it on the weekend
I'm gone, not, here, here
Crazy motherf**er never to make it up, on my mind fake it till' they make it why are they thinkin' that'd be all right?
Pull the b**h up out em then I leave em at the bottom rottin' f** it cuz they're f**in up the game
(Really gotta go and get it) x4 (My time and my pain)
Who's this motherf**er think he is, bone thugs n harmony?
Bonez is trash anyway f** that mother f**er, (7-0-1)
This is where I'm supposed to rap really fast, and entertain all y'all, y'all f**in love this bullsh**, f** it I'll play ball
I'm outta North Dakota sick of freezing on the the corner so I took it down to Florida and I hoped you didn't notice
But the money was important we were gonna take it over but we're troubled and we're broken I could see the devil hoping that we'd fall apart and break it down
I'm never gonna take an L I really gotta make it now or take a bow and fade it out
A better way to say it than I really kinda hate it now?
Failed the tox report the f** y'all talkin bout?
Double time a minute and I keep up with the speed of light, a mothaf**a thinkin that he's better to we need to fight?
Takin' it back to the beginnin'
Never gonna get rid of em
Stickin to the story with a needle and some free advice
[Verse 7: Mizury]
Packing semen of a demon being a heathen beating seeds in any region making a legion while I'm reading it like I'ma rapping yakkin Charles Manson
While I be given a reason for you to believe in I'm a beast beasting it every season teething and feasting feeding Off beats like I'm treating myself for my own personal satisfaction
Acting up acting out with the action with tactics putting tax on the verses im no freestyler my style isn't free febreezing it fresh with the way that I be serving up the motherfuking murder
When working overtime being a hard worker performing that lyrical serial k**er horror Halloween when I'm on the scene making it reality Optimiz Prime sort of like a Transformer
While packing a quarter of dab like a disorder dabbing upon these motherf**ers, swerve
When I hit them with the words merged in a verse converted in a sweet entree serving dessert first
Chopper tongue twisting it with a curve ga**ing them till it burns I'm that Chopper they warned you about to ask around about me to get to chopping properly and when you ready to pay attention and stay steady and learn
Oh y'all don't see things the way we be seeing the action
Burn the stage down with some TLC like it's left eye playing with some matches
Space shuttle flow from the mo better hold on never will I be a Tech 9 my Rhymes are to Gatling gun
Stunting as the white boy bringin that white noise being a little bit strange when I bang avoiding you average f**s
I be sh**tin in the booth like a porta potty while rocking a potty mouth dropping two's just to piss out number ones
Staying suited and booted to be a party-pooper when I'm losing my sh** because b**h i stay sh**ting in the club
FINISH HIM
Bigga the n***a the bigga the figgs the godzilla in k**in with the syllables drillin em full in any venue when i pull the heater fire breather
Drinking ether by the liter my meter staying full no sleep for the wicked I'm living a dream makin it a reality with a salary with the talent that I was born with like a leader given
Wisdom listen to my ignition Hemi ripping with the cyborg flow with the ambition to slap you b**hes out of the bed with a Folgers can to get you to wake up and vision
Us underground choppers on a mission Worldwide Choppers all over the world riding a beat with ease collecting money because that's our motherf**ing business
MAD WHITEYYYYYYY
[Verse 8: DNA]
It, is the DNA, the one
That y'all love to speak of
Don't test me on the mic cause I
Will f** your weak sh** up
Open the door! Stepping in looking like I got em all choking some more
Oh it's the lord, of the underground outdoing em with the sick bars and the chorus and it's hard to ignore
The way that I murder these motherf**ers with this lyrical art they adore
You're hoping for another dope DNA verse? Well imma leave their blood all soaked on the floor, like "don't slip!"
Oh sh**, whoop time to get it! Creeping through the dark like it's The Chronicles of Riddick acidic with the spit I can hit it like Alien did it
Mailing a ticking explosive to your mom, she opens the mailbox then BOOM
Blood and guts all over your residence
Then I'm kicking in your door and I'm leaving with dead presidents it's evident
I'm leaving no evidence bipolar off of the medicine beheading them
With the end of the axe blade, you can ask Blade
You little f*g vampires get your a** slayed
Marvelous with the tongue twist carving sh**
Like a Jack-o-lantern backing into your yard
Accidentally flattening your dog, then I'm
Gonna be here and money irrelevant, gonna be ending your life with a telekinetic sick edicate, never to edit it
Bloody redding em with the blood of the innocent it's a pity it's a minimal effort for me to do it!
Sixteen years got you saying "aww screw it" I'm the truest like Double S in the Lyrical Akuma
And the movement is immaculate packing em in the sewer, if they step to us we're set to bust like BANG
It's DNA motherf**er, cherish the name, motherf**er, catch a lyrical aneurysm in your brain motherf**er, I'm
Up in the game and I'm bringing the pain I'm mopping em all and stuffing em all
In the attic attacking and hacking em up into pieces I mean it I'm steaming and eatin em all!
[Verse 9: Interchopper]
[Verse 10: LîL hØllÖw]
HØllÖw ain't f**ing around I'm bringing 'em undaground chop
At the top of the choppa roster coming to get your brain popped
When I'm popping em off wit lyrical toxic venomous drops
Then I'm spitting and racking the victims thinking that hØllÖw's on rocks
Leaving the cops checking the blocks when I detonate these bombs
Spitting a boss Holocaust with a nuclear exhaust
Figured they mosh f*ggot I'm gosh s** a Medusa head of co*ks
I'm f**ing Pandora and Lemarchand wit the same box
You know that hØllÖw finna wreck it when you bring him on the beat
Like my tongue is made of razors and their cut up when I speak
I leave em laying on a table full of organs when I feast
Then it's Doctor Satan that's taking em over and make these hoes bleed
I spit frost over sheets that target tarnish your heat
And lead you all to the peak of lyrics carved in the beat
I know it's often I reap a rapper talking wit speed
And when it's dark I'm the werewolf Shepherd guarding my sheep
And I ravage through getting shot bullet silver man or not
Ramming poon from your thot f** her make her p**y rot
Get a crew get some Glocks you're never gonna f** wit us
Your homies thinking ya spitting it hot till I run through and chop
Like how many gonna be bringing it when I'm coming and spitting it belt fed?
Hopping on top of the track and coming to rip this sh** like Sprite said
HØllÖw be doing that crap and you know I'm throwing that sh** that melt Fed's
Verbally heated I'm popping a clip and leaving on your d**h bed
DNA recommend finna bring up the choppa that helped shed
Lighting up onto the comet that's soaring infected ready to bring d**h
It's plaguing em all when I'm spitting up on it y'all know I don't need breath
It's hØllÖw popping up on em wit the undaground chop shibboleth
Focus on my lyricism how it give my flow precision
Mix it wit my tho'd condition Ouija boards and soul addiction
Then you got my full attention anatomic x-ray vision
Looking through your composition smell your fear and high contrition
[Verse 11: Fenksta]
Sprite Beatz me zvao da mu pomognem na traci koju čuješ
Da ju razvalim sa svom svojom snagom, mic-a da se domognem i pljunem
Sada mjeriš se u ovome sa klasom, zato stani u red
Poput papiga se ponavljate, nije samo par vas
Jedete mi prašinu kada ubrzam, stanem na gas
Lav i blizanci protiv vuka, ovo crvena je svadba
Ostajete bez vrata
Jedan slog pauze za mene da dođem do zraka
Samo djelić sekunde tako da nastavljam da bacam
Magic-ova rima više neće biti sama
Sad je stigla smrtna bolest sa Balkana
Ako riječi ne znaš izgovarat, nisi ti za ovu stvar
Brate, sigurno to znaš, još da bacim jedan bar
Bez da stanem i grabim zrak, underground-a ja sam kralj
KUGA vas pretvara u prah
Choppanje na hrvatskom je puno teže
Za mene to nikad nisu barijere
Nek je amerima lako slagat rime
Ipak jurim ovom trakom kao Barry Allen
Šta da kažem, koju posluku da poram
Neovisno, od vas moram uvijek ispred biti jedan korak
Fora nije kad je moja konkurencija prespora
Za tebe sam noćna mora, da me stigneš si primoran
Stoga ubijam sve redom ko od Kendricka "Kontrola"
Uvijek odlazim u napad sve dok ne dođem do gola, bolan
Jedem ovaj mikrofon, tretiram ga ko hrana
Svi su mi nakrivljeni, znači nitko mi nije ravan
Saitama-san sam, samo super stvari stvaram
Stari, hladan kao bura, trakom sada haram
Došo sam do kraja, zar ja nisam kren'o tek?
Zapeo je text, who's next?!
[Verse 12: Tonik]
Now you dealing with a spitter that can chop it like a veteran
So if you wanna go to war I'm showing who I'm better than
I'm feeling militant and you don't wanna hear the truth about me topping your favorite it's hard to swallow like it's cinnamon
I gotta be the one to pick on a wannabe
Man, I'm sicker than high degrees
Like a doctorate
So I'm proper with chopping like a surgeon
You don't wanna give me the urge to purge
Because I'm rich with words and you're broke
You can hit the curb and get smoked
Like I hit the herb but you choked
I don't think you wanna be the victim
When I pick up the pen and I pick on the enemy
Hitting the level to rip it I'm flipping
A sentence for the wickedest ending
So if you're lucky to be getting the remedy
I'll get ticking to blast off
And ripping your mask off
Ridiculous with it you think I'm tripping off bath salts
And when you get to break it down, you getting the cast off
Because you're not limited
But can you keep up to speed?
I don't really think you wanna see
You getting served like hot cup of tea
When you try to get the legitimate rhythm and delivery I'm finna be ripping the track and I let it burn like a sinner be
Get it cooking like dinner be
When I flow it's going colder than winter be
So be ready to back away when I get to chopping I'm dropping anybody that is looking like an enemy
Nobody wanna gimme the mic cause they know I slaughter
Like a father protecting daughters
They thought I was like a problem
Well I am when it come to chopping
I get em in a million pieces
Easy
Or Im'ma double em up get em beat like I'm Breezy
Then I gotta find a spot to hide the rotten body
So I look into the underground and find I gotta drop a lotta
Rappers on the radio not rocking hotter topics
Try to stop us but find that you'll slaughtered by the choppers
[Verse 13: Sensei] [EN]
Questo cannone con il fumo l'ho già condinto
Ho le parole del futuro come John Titor
Vogliono sollevare mura vaffanculo la dittatura pure quando diventa dura io non sto zitto
Cambia corrente di pensiero quando ti senti sovrappeso
Si può tornare più leggero come il sottoscritto
Come un rapace dal cielo so che sono capace davvero di portare la pace dentro ogni conflitto
Sensei è il nome del pazzo mentre il tuo mixtape ha un nome del cazzo
Non è facile rappare tutte le strofe che faccio
Tiro calci nelle palle proprio come nel calcio
Non ho mai elemosinato determinato mi sento sempre rinato
Senti il piano che ho escogitato non mi sono demotivato per quanto mi sono allenato vi sembro velocizzato in prima linea perchè non rimango di lato
Di perfetta comprensione sparo parole calibro nove
Mitragliatore di precisione faccio musica di professione
Non mi interessa la protezione delle persone con la pressione e la propensione a camminare per ore come dentro una processione
Partorisco sta canzone tipo immacolata concezione scrivo il prossimo disco in chiesa e lo chiamo la mia confessione
Con l'ossessione di sapere perchè a scuola ero un po' secchione
Della mia vita sono l'attore ma non seguo nessun copione
(BRRR) Freschi corservo tutti i testi in frigo sono un tipo recidivo con questo rap ci vivo
Discorsi veramente così complessi che non reggi il filo
Non ti fa diventare s**y un bel vestitino prima di fare tutto questo dovresti fare la gavetta
Provengo da un altro pianeta come il principe Vegeta io non ho fisico d'atleta mi sono mangiato la mia fetta e siccome il tempo non aspetta rappo come una macchinetta
[Verse 14: VBL]
[Verse 15: K-Fix]