[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 jewels, too much make up
Similar to prostitutes
You copy fools soundin' like a c*ckatoo
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
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[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*ckin’ mother
I’mma - rip it in half, c*ck, put a clip in its ass
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*ck with, unless you suck di*k
Keep your mouth shut, and get off my nuts b*tch
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[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