[Intro: Hazadous and Rubix]
Rubix: Yeah, man, I was just telling ‘em, man. Ayyo, they don't know, man. I'll get, you know... heads are illing in the crew, man. We here, you know'm saying? For Eddie Ill & D.L. For Eddie Ill & D.L., you nah'mean? Something like. You know, Rubix, Haz, Rise, you know? You know, like that. For real. Yo, why don't they understand, man
Hazadous: No doubt, yo. You know'm saying? No doubt. It's ill like that. Huh? It's popping, yet they don't understand. Please explain
[Verse 1: Rubix]
Yo, these competitors, amateurs to veterans, they better run
Incomplete, inciting the pity, yo. Word is sound-check medical
Highly trained in the cycle, brought from the campaign from the tropical
To the glacial, earthbound with trans metals
Universal dispersal like fissions of atoms
Who y'all kidding? You the little fish. I'm the big salmon
Examining like [?], but who do they praise?
I'll shed light and you a gla** plane who I go through like sun rays
A model emcee, so, with words I runway, stun cats
And dogs with what my tongue say. My best advice is for you
To follow what Mao Zedong said. Our hunkheads
[?] off electrical wires. Musically
Eclectical kid chilling at shows, minding my biz
Until a brother get his. I know what it is, but it's more than the cash
But justifying the ends when on track
I'll always go for the win. Is this the donkey? I'm the pin
Stick it in, pulling capers with my pen. We're the Super Friends
Activate like Wonder Twins. You do about damage as a missile
Made of aluminum. You're ga**ed on helium
I'm pure petrol from the Iraqians. You can't get none
This ain't BBD—stop trying to “Do Me!” Get off our emblem
Me and Haz and Rise, yo, we physically men, yo
We dropping metaphorical gems, yo. Haz, yo
We dropping metaphorical gems, yo
[Verse 2: Hazadous]
I extend with majesty, ice off the arms and legs of your faculty
Catastrophe. Ain't an emcee on gravity as bad as me
Physically, I'll use force and brutality. Verbally
My brain cells, they construct mathematically
For the next century, in every hip hop cla**ic—they gon' remember me
And, after every flawless victory, I'll pray to the symphony
Through my prophecies, I'll vision immortality
There ain't a man big enough to swallow me. The world gon' follow me
Show me a mic and I'll show you misery, lyrical wizardry
Stabbing up whosever next to me like I overdosed on ecstasy
My mentality is transported to you graphically
Gradually, mastery came naturally
Got my hand on my drink and I loss on my bank
Now I'm ready to stick these n***as ‘cause that's just how crooks think
Come to battles in army tanks, n***as be letting off blanks
I'm Hazadous like taking a dip in a piranha tank
b**h n***as get roasted, then I'll bury ‘em in hot-pink
Spit on ‘em with ink or [?] their face with a shank
Give me a snare and a ba**line and I'll drop j**els like Einstein
I'm just from Cloud Nine, lyrical mastermind
Ball of flames in the sky reaching down to you like sunshine
Never sounding like that you hurt minds, stuff a mudhole in your lifeline
Flatline and throw up peace signs. We throwing TEC-9s
[Interlude 1: Hazadous and Rise]
Hazadous: Yeah, f** the '99. It's the 2G
Rise: Word. Check, check. Eddie Ill & D.L. Yo
[Verse 3: Rise]
Even in the spotlight, I'm the hardest to see
Rise. If I were you, I'd want to be me
I'll rep ‘til the cows come home, rock ‘til it hurts
n***as wasn't feeling my verse. Now they're rocking my shirts
With my sticker on their fridge, giving credit to me
Y'all used to sleep. Now y'all know my verses better than me
I'll be a household name, have everybody talking
Y'all s**, so I'll play my own songs in my Walkman
I know a song works when your neck and your arms jerk
And people in the crowd clap for me ‘til their palms hurt
Write about myself ‘cause it's a dope topic
Stop it. Your mind's smaller than an ant's pocket
You'll never Rise. You should have never tried to
And it's not whether you win or lose. It's whether I do
The team I'm tied to heard hip hop cry
Tell ‘em why my back hurts: everybody's on a Rise
Wrecking from birth, skin the complexion of earth
A boy genius. Came out and tested my nerves
I'll rock subtle flows, jeans, and kicks with a double sole
Y'all are h*mos in the closet like my other clothes
But I'm the reason n***as'll break their rewind bu*tons
My mind's sumptin, but I still ain't signed nothing
I'll start blushing when I hear my ill verses
The coming of Rise'll make these rappers fill churches
Kneel when they heard this, run and tell the guys
That there's nothing to fear beside cries
Sometimes, I'm surprised at the ways that I handle crews
When I'm finished, you'll be mad at your moms for having you
So fat, you're wondering, “Where mine be at?”
There's deep mysteries in life like: who signed these cats?
That help me zone out. Y'all players get burned in the blowouts
Rise, I'll turn my fans on—even when it's cold out
[Verse 4: Eddie Brock]
My literary devices sharp enough to slice with
Verbal strategies leave anatomies lifeless
Man should observe my transcript
On some hand-to-hand sh**, Brock ain't the n***a to dance with
Too handsome to dance with the chance hit
While striking you, hiking the fare like New York City transit
Life softball pitchers, I'm underhanded
Drop sk**s like ACME anvils, leaving you branded
Scarlet Letter on your forehead, clearing blocks
Like a warhead. sh**, atheists is praying before bed
Rep for them hardcore heads that spit rounds
My pull is gravitational—I'm holding sh** down
I split crowns like royal twins do
And Ginsu instrumentals with the evil that Timbs do
Tend to offend brews and abuse your mental
Hit domes with poems detrimental to [?]
Making your molars crack. You're just another soul to jack
I got solar raps hot enough to melt the polar caps
[Outro: Eddie Brock]
D.L., Eddie Ill, Rise once again, n***a. Rubix, Hazadous. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Northeast Bronx. BX. [?]. This for Brockoli. None of y'all can stop me. 165, I hit like I'm co*k-D. Yeah, I got...