Kwyet - Berzerk lyrics

[Verse 1: iLLmintaze] This iLLmintaze, Kwyet and eRa And we gon' break sh** down real raw and for the betta I love music I will control it And sh** on em rappers who ruin the lyrics with some stank bullsh** so flush it If you don't know who I am Be listening carefully I dunk any MC's bars like Lebron Plus fatalities like a red card from a referee In soccer kick the balls like a b**h to her enemies But hold up, not to me b**h please I flip you booty backwards like a penny And smash your head and make it look like the concrete's bleedin' And laugh at you while u weep as a kid watchin' Elmo die on Sesame Street Boom boom like east coast b**hes bein' suicidal seein' Biggie's feet collapse on his flow-ical beats And rest in peace for my role models but how can they Knowing rap game isn't well complete with out me On their beats that people be speakin' on for more views Achoo, God bless you, Oh thank you but I don't need it I'm already blessed By so many sh** i have said a couple tracks if you want, go repeat it [Verse 2: Kwyet] This track's berzerk It'll leave you hurt in the dirt Now your nerves finna burst Boom Buxx deserves to be heard I bought u a dress shirt for your hearse I'm a**erting my worth And I ain't talkin' net cause I'm broke But for the best there is hope I'll slit ya neck for this coke My style is fun This song for the wildest ones Going to clubs, Blowing a dub Any man with a gang sign throwing it up Turn a nightclub to a crime scene Put a TEC to a label exec's head and make him sign me Asian rapper with the oddest appearance Cursing like a motherf**er to bother your parents Pop pills, the hot steel will leave cops k**ed If rap don't get me rich, the rocks will I'm hostile to any one not real Leave all em men slain Swear an oath I'm insane in the membrane My pad has the illest lyrics, yours got pen stains This is the endgame Big boss, I order crimes Cross the border line Steal all your rhymes My nut will leave your daughter blind Got no money cause the cops extorted mine Quarters, dimes & I ain't even talking on coins Put a period to end my verse cause it's on point [Verse 3: eRa] Turn up the system The pen is my victim The meanin' is missing The sins I'm comitting I'm the only one to blame Flippin' and rippin' and switchin' the game Listen to what I written and the rhythm I'm fittin' ERa spittin' and sippin' the pain Today's hip hop is sad to me Is it real hip hop or parodies? Stop the clock Give hip hop charity Don't stop and stare in your seats Everybody get up we tearing the beat I took a pen and a sheet and set it free I'm not saying or portraying anybody I'm saying take the game to its original copy I'm taking the hobby to a different lobby To where the top be Stop being sloppy Escalate it Elevate it Innovate it Try to make it from hated To appreciated Verbally raped it If this were to be tasted You'd be certainly wasted I guess if you heard of me You'd be suddenly faded The debt you must know I'mma pay it with a berzerk flow I might just go off We all know we write to show off But I write what I know of Only two shots And already they lost the rooftops Turn up the boom box Rules gone cause we aimin' for new spots Boom Buxx