Verse: One – Kawil –
From emcee-to-emcee; we got ‘em all shiver like Bambi
Plus I wear a bladed-glove; when chopping on the S-9-50
As we haunt the scene; and cut-it-up, like Freddy-Krueger
And like Das-EFX; we underground like the sewer
So, if you're a sharpshooter; I'm gon' take it like a Buddha
And then I strike-back, and hit-the-mic; like Grand-Puba
I bust back… Hmm, like Bill-Cooper…
So take my advice; if you got Nike's, Adidas, or Puma's
Then keep ‘em laced… I'm about to blow up in ya face
And lay a well-placed uppercut; that'll launch you into space
Copy that, paste; escape? don't even try, n***a
It's too-late; as you blast-off in the sky, n***a
Wait; this is a warning for all you...rappers to hear
Catch a SPEAR; f** with us, and you'll BURN-up in the atmosphere
Rocketeer-this; with D in the mix, we bring the ruckus
With substance; coz O-B-D is not to be f**ed-with, so f**-it
Break: [scratches by DCREAL67]
Verse: Two — D-tech —
I got this Clive Barker status; with this mic apparatus
Your minds filled with static; no wonder you don't get it
f** giving credit; I find it pathetic
How you imbedded such bullsh** in your game; just dead it!
I'm cereberus on a sick trip; it's the intricate
Mind of the menace; with the ill boombap kid [what up]
Techniques are deadly; my vocal weaponry
Chops you up like Kawil; with samples effectively
You're anti-ominous; without the dominance of flow
The concept of quality; is what you lack in what you show
Your style I outgrow; in a matter of seconds, so
I rather just put focus; on my own damn ego
I'm violent but deep; with the overload of rhymes
I've been k**ing souls; since your biblical times
Black winged angel of d**h with the mark of Cain
Feral when I put a verbal blade to your brain, insane
Outro: [scratches by DCREAL67]