[Scratch Hook] (Microphone Phenomenal...) [Verse 1 - Chops] Microphone Phenomenal, Abominable The track make you nod your head so much It's hurting your abdominals I'm hard to handle like the honest truth And every track that Chops produce From the Soul like Posdnous Overcame some obstacles, waited ‘til the time was optimal Plus I've been steady watchin you To see what not to do Your like some clowns at the carnival Rockin' lots of j**els, too much make up Similar to prostitutes You copy fools soundin' like a co*katoo Before the ladies get upset, understand I'm talking bout the dudes But at the same time - no I haven't forgotten you And all your truth slashing Babalu, acting logical You cats is comical, so now it's time to do like that retarded dude on Mad TV ‘Look what I can do!' Took the spot from you, because you lost your true self chasin' the green Now you got the blues [Scratch Hook] [Verse 2 - Takbir] Yeah Rapping in Philly, is like packing a semi So where the action is plenty I was slapping ‘em silly They call me Tak, to the knot Guess who's producing Audio acoustics, look man, you stupid S-T-Y-L-E-S, yes, close they never get Tax ‘em, stack them, boxes full of cigarettes To the mountains, yeah we all brothers And the crowd keeps bouncin', bashin' each other ‘Til the walls collapse and ya jaw gets cracked What's up now, it's the Ruffhouse laundromat [Verse 3 - Ryu] Yo when I hit the damn block, people dive for cover No wonder I'm wanted by every rhymer and his f**in' mother I'mma - rip it in half, co*k, put a clip in its a** Never stop, I'll spit it ‘til my lips get chapped Yo I've never seen a mob hit that gets this bad ‘Cause whenever I snap my fingers a clique gets whacked Ryu is nothing to f** with, unless you s** dick Keep your mouth shut, and get off my nuts b**h [Scratch Hook] [Verse 4 - Peril-L] I use fact mixed with fiction, to pack sick descriptions You lack twisted diction, to crack this encryption For instance, they claim, I'm an anti-socializer Witness at the same time, damn fly vocalizer Stand by the warpath, displayin' raw math Meanwhile, your corny A and R staff had you carryin' boxes I'm obnoxious - half Sagittarian, half Imaginarian I'm laughin' at ya very intentionally Bury eventually, but for now remain potentially famous Three-dimensionally aimless Essentially my name is Super-Duper Mac and Cheese Great escape, estate rapist, seducing wack emcees Practically I got a basement, slash cemetery Actively for body placement, that's temporary Most glorious, legendary, notorious emissary Peril-L, rhyme oblivion is where I dwell in Prime Meridians