Moshpit

{ForeverLucid}

 

ill introduce ya, salute the producer

muted and suited now rebooted seducer

15 years dissapears once reveared by peers

smears from gears and ears, career interferes

 

expertise deceased, the disease is belief

release the leashed police to conceed defeat

restarted uncharted departing the tardis

rewinding your prime, reassigned grind started

 

rapping reattacking uncapping and untrapping

lacking back cracking, exact relaxed fact hacking

know the flow through the grow, its slow but it shows

be exposed and unapposed to the bros and the pros

 

learning and earning, for respect resurging

hairpins for virgins, rewording excursions

reversions of diversions by surgeons insertions

reamerging a reworrking by serving the dispertions

 

an example to sample, my rambles and angles

mangled and unscrambled, now handled the gamble

entangled and strangled i ambled from shambles

now i dangle, by my ankles, feeling thankful and substantial

 

 

{HolyServant}

 

All this stuff in my head, i need to seize it

Like being garbage some type of diseases

I got rap in my veins, If you cut me I'ma bleed it

Gimme a rap pill, in a second I'ma need it

you rap by yourself, that's kinda bizarre

trash your house, I'ma rap in your yard

I'm in the light, and you still stuck in the dark

I'm just rappin' why you lookin alarmed

lets get dope, i'm not taklin bout smokin

I'm talkin about music that has an emotion

I spit rhymes, and aint no thinkin

I'm not be big, but at least I'm sneakin

I think I'm sick, I gotta fever

Kill your rap with my rhyming cleaver

You're the jugde, and call me the dealer

Rappin so fast,I think I'm gettin a seizure

aint no one knowin until i spit

I can do it myself, don't need a script

 

 

{Oh}

 

Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin

Musician, inflictin composition

of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine

Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now

Bulletholes left in my peepholes

I'm suited up in street clothes

Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes

Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay

I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway

Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs

Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps

G-Packs get off quick, forever ***** talk **

Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped

**** be runnin through the block shootin

Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston

Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and

I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin

Pick the Mac up, told brothers, “Back up,” the Mac spit

Lead was hittin ***** one ran, I made him backflip

 

 

{XERO}

 

Man, guns blowing smoke rolling- out ya barrel filing their apparel with bulletholes, call it disposing.

In this game people will be boasting, while other rappers be loathing, soaking dead bodies in the ocean.

Best part of the competition, isn't the reputation it's the fans, their giving you all of their patience.

You cannot be impatient, in this life you must embrace it. it's hard, but if you can face the temptation,

you'll be there for the reincarnation of an older generation. I'm talking about the rappers that used to gab in the station,

try to beef but the newer version is more elite. messing around with something that you can't beat, cats tryna snack on me?

dawg, i'll eat you like a treat. In this game to win it? no, just tryna show my foes, that my arsenic flow is my memo.

so why dont they get it yo? I can mold rappers around like play-dough, but they still call me cliche though. its in my DNA bro,

im literally insane amigo. I'll make these emcees disappear like "presto." hit em' in the head with a shovel; throw em' in my backhoe.

I love all of my fans, thats why I try to make these rhymes you see advanced, it's part of my master plan. Yeah, I've got my good side,

bad ones bigger, not afraid to pull the trigger, yeah im in eighth grade, may as well call me the next kruger. its like a dream to you,

all your nightmares coming true. givin' you the worst scares, its unfair, left a scar upon your face and the cuts spell beware.

I shed a tear every night, yeah for the men that went and died out on the line so I could go to sleep tonight.

when I write feel like im in a tight bind, cause my mind's not as inclined, as these other rappers that can freakin type.

I gotta spit these lines, not to pass the time, to get this message through your mind, put this down as a reminder,

I did not fucking survive but, I have been revived so look out for my hot rhymes, i'll make them stick in your mind,

no fucking "never-mind," bro I've got this bitch entwined. call me up like, "whats the sitch?" just felt like roasting this freaking bitch.

got my platinum plated nine, hit me up one last time, the collab of the century, and I'm proud to call it mine. [Whoo!]

 

 

{Syndicate}

 

yo my name is the Syndicate, mentally getting equitted, charged with

copyright cause my verses always written, NAH,

i'm lyrically capable of ripping your body in half, opponents I smash,

leave your body inside the trash, left in a cast, rolled into a casket,

i'm bashing these maggots and ranting on rap threads my lines so sharp-

the katana like a poisonous dart,

i'm from Cali though, young'n entering the Houston scene, gotta be

talented cause i'm still making that green, a young man inner city not a

boy toy, not one to be messed with he loves playing with weapons,

this is not me snapping, i'm simply trapping these rhyme schemes

into fractions, when I flip the script you get clipped into six chips of mixed

crips, bloods, honkeys, horses, and donkeys that's #6 dicks, i'm simply

rhyming though, emcees known for climbing ropes, my 9 is shiny chrome

so I reframe from blasting dome's, my records been clean, ever since I

was 16 I was known for mugging 6th street, but i'm 15? how can I tell the

future when i'm reminiscing 'bout the mixed stream? I been keen,

faithful to my fans, puns make 'em go wilder than a midstream,

when i'm wilding out on stage I keep in mind that the kids scream,

my syndicate's composed of a couple of homo's, that's Frodo,

Eddie Murphy, and a Cholo, this Mashup is just another collaboration

of greats, degenerating fakes, and obliterating the game

 

[WHOOOOO!, damn, gotta do that again sometime!]