Verbs - Dare to Live, Truth Enola, Poison Pen, Third Eye Navigatorz, and Verbz Freestyle (Lost Freestyle Sessions Pt. 1) lyrics

[Hook 1: Dare to Live] [?] the border All five boroughs, five worlds be emerging Introducing the five deadly, hit you with the venom Ha, ha, ha, stick ‘em. Ha, ha, ha It's like [?] the border All five boroughs, five worlds be emerging Introducing the five deadly, hit you with the venom Ha, ha, ha, stick ‘em. Ha, ha, ha [Verse 1: Dare to Live] Ayyo, for real, the deal: I'll thrill with mad sk**s when I spill Conceal methods. Come and check this how real mills. I'm ill So where's your weapon? (What?). I hope you got that good God's blessing Without flexing, I'll smoke that a** like blunts in a session My profession: I'll leave emcees colliding on a landslide I'm homeless, out the sewer side without the proof of alibi So sign your name on this bulletin of d**h Drinking brews, smoking sess when you blow out your chest Cardiac arrest goes to the loser. I saw the big chain As my medallion is your tumor—no rumor I'll school ya, I'll rip our cold raps unconscious. Word I'm monstrous on mute. I just bring brick attitudes from top hits [Verse 2: Truth Enola] It's hard enough living in this world. My baby girl Crying late-night with a grill. Two-hundred-and-twelve Degrees and the streets scorch. Cross your fingers Hope your heads don't fall off. I'll see this game Got your brains all inflamed. My n***as got bullets Relief for any migraine. Strange like denim Mosquitoes invade New York. You did your best To survive—n***a, say no more [?] [?] your pride and joy. Focus the noise In the bullsh**, try to void. I'll have my sh** So cold, fam's selling dreams, getting high Hype off amphetamines. I guess it's like white What you drink is in the water: material stream The brain cause manslaughter in Sanborn I'ma fight ‘til my kid is gone. Peace to my n***a Leak and my k**er cons. Wha? [Hook 2: Poison Pen] (x2) S-T-R-O-N-G H-O-L-D: Stronghold! [Verse 3: Poison Pen] Poison Pen. It's like this I stepped in sixteen-deep—that's thirty -two Timb bullets. I'll roll with n***as that Hate shaving. From the city where juice Driz drizzy and stay blazing. It's like this, yo I'll tell you one time: shut the f** up If I wanted to see a dick spit, I'd have wacked off While watching a p**no flick. You're like the ones Where there was no chicks, broads with big Adam's apples And large hands. I know you're programmed. See, man you're one of them Herbs that live upstate, rhyme on your answer machine Or our pump'll pull your crib by mistake. b**h-made Run at the sight of a switchblade. Muhf**a Y'all n***as ain't collar-poppers or big ballers Fleeing from your set with a fistful of dollars Like I collaboed with Christopher Wallace, b**h I would have bust in your mouth if I wanted you to Come out your face. Don't step out of place. This ain't Hopscotch, n***a. Who's block you jumping on? Inferior. In battles, I'll spit flesh-eating bacterias Damn. We out of town. All these n***as hate us, but their Hoes like us. Poison Pen. I'll sell rhymes to your Ghostwriters. You don't know how to approach fighters Simply not, you're doomed. Poison Pen is Strong- -hold Number Three. n***as wish my other Cats was here to instill fear all up in ‘em Poison Pen stick the venom all up in ‘em With Eddie Ill & D.L., any time Poison Pen is on this sh**. Volume three You know it's gonna sell. There it go Bed Stuy blocks herd these emcees up like livestock Check what this guy got. And when my single “Lumber” drops Check it out. n***as gonna lose it We don't f** with BUDS Distribution. Strictly Stronghold: S-T-R-O N-G. n***as know me With my man Breez Evahflowin' and C- Rayz Walz leaving emcees hanging on a tree And jumping on their f**ing balls L.I.F.E. Long is right next to me with my man Stelf Index, with the gla** always playing our Motherf**ing Windex. Here it go [Interlude 1: Poison Pen and Supreme Wisdom (of Third Eye Navigatorz)] Poison Pen: Yo, Stronghold. Poison Pen's one-tenth, n***a Supreme Wisdom (of Third Eye Navigatorz): Yes. Yes. It's Third Eye Navigatorz. Haha. Yo, yo, yo [Verse 4: Supreme Wisdom (of Third Eye Navigatorz)] Ayyo, I'm shadowless, illuminating the core of your cabbages With meticulous pa**ages foreign to you like Arabics Mics are black with it whenever inhaling contaminants Propelling my cerebellum to a state beyond average Phonetic alchemist with an addiction to alphabets Leaving paper with track bombs when injecting my narrative To me, you're never comparative ‘cause I am an*logous To a catalyst of human neurological palaces Carrying cancerous organisms that are disasterous [?] sacrificing emcees who cannot handle this Ultramagnanimous, numerological abacus Calculating the slow pace at which you claim to be after us Subtract it from the velocity of my every adjective Equals the universal truth that opponents came after this Type of vernacular savageness my brain's implanted with The lyrics superior to anything that you battle with I'm a Navigating, intergalactical strategist Carve different planets with a supernatural la-ry-nx Precipitation and permeating mental extravagance Consuming arrogance with I'm sinking your ego battleship Be hip hop. You rap savages are blasphemous Like Satanic practices, but you're performing Catholic [?] I have a knack for this or your coalition is talentless Trying to be challengers to this rhetoric antagonist That's merciless, spreading an epidemic of nervousness Among nations of verbalists unaware of this murderous Subliminal Copernicus Navigating alternative The worthlessness—most deserving no funeral services Like midlife crisis, I change purposes of any rapper Opposing. Rationality Wisdom is merging with Flash-in-a-pan artist. I've thought it a situation They can't finish, so they keep diminishing, lyrically moderate Brains cells retarded, vocally bombarded ‘Cause your flow is senseless like senior citizens getting carded [Interlude: 2: Third Eye Navigatorz] S.H.E.K.: Right, right, right. Right. Uh Supreme Wisdom: We Third Eye Navigatorz [Hook 3: Third Eye Navigatorz] (x2) Yo, we Third Eye. We Third Eye Navigatorz [Interlude: 3: Third Eye Navigatorz] S.H.E.K.: With underground... Yo, ayyo, ayyo Supreme Wisdom: Booty smack. Haha. Right [Verse 5: S.H.E.K. (of Third Eye Navigatorz)] My pattern of thought is that of a fanatic of sports The rascal was caught, invite battles of sorts Disarm national force with weapons, shoot ‘em in rappers Of course, specializing, clam ‘em with force Verbally tapping your jaws. I'll send you to space I'm laughing at y'all, leave y'all out on Saturn on tour You yapping you raw with your wack deliveries, but my team Batting the score. Blitz me, I'm still pa**ing for more Basically, you asking for the manifestation The master in metaphors in a field of ten rappers Eight brothers get the door. I got you sweating like Thor While chasing that a** [?], you wetting your drawers Leave your knot stinking, a**a**inate rappers like John Booth when he shot Lincoln. [?] Mezzanines geographically display adrenaline My Third Eye Navigatorz pack the medicine Amphetamine injections lace functions with Sharp projection, cause hemorrhage to heart sections Of those misdirecting minds of adolescents No question. Check this. Congruent with lessons “Show Heads Eclectic Knowledge” the acronym. Wackness My antonym. Players get traded like [?] [Verse 6: Verbz] Brutally using my pen. Sue me. My set usually grooving With ten, two men who balance souls like Dao and Zen The “how?” and “when?” ain't crucial like the “why?” The who's want to do what where? Then let ‘em try Even the cheddified leave battles with red-up eyes More cuts than a set of knives keeping my head up high Trash gets set aside, then murdered like it's genocide No commercials—why? The revolution won't be televised There ain't no sponsor. Hypnotic be the end of paper [?]. Don't even bother Telling your saga. You're still the first initial dot Yes, your honor. These big fish just can't test piranhas I'll bet your mama ain't never said nothing ‘bout Days like this. It's ‘bout time we changed some sh** (Tell ‘em) Why don't we floss rhymes about school grades to kids? GPAs a bit too low on these lazy cliques My frazy clips just shining off the eighties hits Wouldn't have blacked, but y'all motherf**ers made me spit Y'all make me sick, get iller by the second The cats don't give y'all credit—y'all ain't even mic-checking Flossing ice-dressings and hype weapons. Got me like “Question: Would you love ‘em like the rooster in a rice section?” I'd like to mention respect for those who fell So rest in peace to Pun, [?], and Big L [Outro: All] (Word. Uh, uh). Stronghold (What?), Wiz, Big Mike (New Jersey), Emvees (For real), V.L. Strongheezy, my neezy, lay it down easy. N.A. Rock, baby (Third Eye Navigatorz). Eddie Ill, D.L. (Peace, peace)