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]