Wordsworth - Remove The Gag lyrics

[Verse 1: Ill Bill] Respect is something I sought to earn damn it I create this effortless Take it back like Kirk Hammett when he played for Exodus Get mines, motherf** you and your fake pretentiousness Spit rhymes plus I'll punch you in your face for emphasis Clips fly, spit shrapnel, big bangers and det mines Militant tribal cliffhangers risking their lives Visitors arrive, extraterrestrial villainous tribes Exit starships dripping in a glistening slime My dungeon master levels are high, it's a rigorous climb Raised on Canarsie block, stuck in this system of crime We all goons be the first to put the fist in your eye A loyal dude, be the one to say the pistol is mine I used to put PCP in the spliff and get high Let's fly like Michael Jordan 1985 That's the Ill Bill mind frame, mind state, I'm great Take it back like The Future is Now on live tape [Chorus x 2] Yeah, this was bound to happen I found your favourite rapper whack So I found him and then bound and gagged him Asked him who the best rapper is Removed the gag, said it's Ill Bill And the best producer is Kaz [Verse 2: Wordsworth] Triumphant, worn by the sounds of trumpets My crew abundant, surrounds the villa ground's circumference The crowd I run with hit you with a thousand punches Piles and bunches, you can't avoid it crouch and lunging You're found when running, bloodhounds is hunting Hundreds and hundreds of hints that head to the house you hung in My power'll punish, you cowards succumb in less than an hour And you can't control your bowels' functions You all earn your own right in the booth Solo you whack so just spend your life in a group You shouldn't write to the loops and make the loop From the rope, put your head through it On your throat and tighten the noose My mic is a license to shoot, snipe you from the height of the roof Precise, could hit a pigeon in flight from the coop My motorcycle bikers in route, disrupt the neighbourhood with tattoos Leather jackets and spikes on their boots, you didn't know? [Chorus x 2] Yeah, this was bound to happen I found your favourite rapper whack So I found him and then bound and gagged him Asked him who the best rapper is Removed the gag, said it's Wordsworth And the best producer is Kaz [Verse 3: Verbal Kent] Yeah, buckle up, I'm a turbulent rapper Rap married me, performed my own sermon in the chapel Yeah, I'm certain that you rapping soft is the result of many factors You lack afterthought, get your face caught on a cactus (Ouch!) You ought to be an actress, you're bad practice I'll backslap you in the face until you rap backwards I spit cla**ic verses, the cuts that are mine will damage you Worse than Kanye's mom's plastic surgeon You'll get a lesson from listening, look what happened Young rappers turn the beat off and write to my rapping for practice You lack vision, something is sweet You'll dream of how I write hooks when I punch you to sleep Stop me? sh**, I'm Rocky Balboa I'm like a boa constrictor choking the raps out of your throat like ? You know you'll never figure out my hooks are grimy That's like trying to figure out why poison ivy is so conniving [Chorus x 2] Yeah, this was bound to happen I found your favourite rapper whack So I found him and then bound and gagged him Asked him who the best rapper is Removed the gag, said it's Verbal Kent And the best producer is Kaz