Freestyle - Underground Vandal lyrics

[Intro: Freestyle] Four elements of hip hop Deejaying, breaking, emceeing and graffiti Check it out, feel me on this one Yeah [Verse 1: Freestyle] See there's a 187 Reasonz Y to be a Necrophiliac I'm in a Cage where only Non-Phixion could see me at Thirstin to Howl within the 3rd hour of the night Ducking Vandal Squad, spraying hard and avoiding the Serchlite Using the Shadez of Brooklyn to cloak from blue and white Problemz Switch tips on Krylons, meanwhile I fondle 'em The click-clack's the knick knack, finish the piece, step back Mad Sk**z, His-Panik, Urban Thermodynamic, Pitch Black Here comes the boys in blue, cause of Ma**influence They have intents to harm me, they're coming at me with a k**army I'm PF cuttin' corners like Tron, it's On The Go You know how my Company Flow to XL like Chino I dipped through Kalodge Projects to the House of Reps Where n***as like A.L. got Sk**s, absolutely! Cops didn't try to shoot me and I lost 'em But when they get back to the precinct, believe me It's gonna Cost 'em, but I don't give a f** like Slim Shady Godfather Don or Organized Konfusion, Hi-Tek With my illusion in this subculture, I dwell amongst the sharks and vultures You don't know the Scienz Of Life's trife? The streets'll coach ya! Follow this… [Hook] People from the overworld, don't bother trying to pay attention The names you hear are too real, beyond your comprehension 'Bout to burn your earlobes, with my arsonistic tactics Bring it on, surface versus under, it's automatic [Verse 2: Freestyle] Caught in the middle of breakin' and being Mr. Live at block parties Status of Mr. Man, I have a change of plans Spraying Elements of Style, so graffiti is surviving TC5, TCK, NBK, y'all keep it live and sky's the limit Either that or nosedive, it takes practice to make your J-Live So I shoot to swish in this business Making records from the heart and soul When it's crunchtime, all it's gonna boil down to: Are my Wordsworth, the Punchline? The Gifted One like a Jemini, Double Trouble, triple metaphors I'm Mr. Complex and always Rock Steady in my context I X-Men til they're Invisbl, like them Scratch masters, Supernatural Resource disaster, Black Star in Bushwick I'm known to Mop Tops with Natural Elements, huh The Juggaknot that can't be stopped Last Emperor from Saukrates to Toynbee Making no Dead Presidents, but don't no label own me! My Cartel consists of Shabazz and Beatnuts Krash Dummiez and 5th Platoon supplying the k**er cuts I'm in a room with MF DOOM, Dr. Octagon and k**ah Priest They all have you underground, resting in peace *scratching*