Undaground Choppers 6

[Intro: SplytSecond] Sprite beats on the track Yeah [Verse 1: SplytSecond] Are we really doin' this again, Sprite? There's been five intervals so, let's cut the underground into pieces for the sixth time in a row You get the scissors and I’ll get the mic You can line up the rappers we can turn 'em to confetti It’s the time that I know that remind me to flow at the starting line we go are you ready? For the chopper Underground and you better honor us Stack up your ammunition and ready up ya armor cause Taking shots at me I’m dodging em and put you in this hell You’ll deal with more missed shells than president Barack Obama does And if you’re thinking of stopping me look at the prophecy give an apology You can stick it I pick it apart cinematography I’m bringing upon the beat Approach us with hatred accommodating you then you will realize that double S can be something you don’t wanna meet (Five) Ain’t no way that you leaving alive when I come (Four) You Voorhees style through the front door (Three) seconds is all that you got remaining on the clock (Two) Run 'cause when it hits (One) you’re done Got 'em reading off of the lyrics it’s difficult to follow When I’m blazing down the interstate a foot upon the throttle When I splatter the wall with the haemeoglobin and show it off to the public is how I’m modeling a mottle better get a bigger bottle To be able to stomach when I decapitate at the capital leaving 'em captivated To get a payment or be vindicated for debacles Gripping a pair of the triggers I’m finna be ripping and tearing the ligaments Quickly then it gotta be "Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto" Y'all better calm down you in need of Tai Chi Thinking you could ever rip into a track like me You was asking for it here it is with DNA to be a Tru Lyricist Doing it lightspeed over the Sprite Beatz [Verse 2: Big Loony] I'm an individual that gets critical with my syllables I murder you I promise you niggas salute the general I hit you with this verbal abuse and burn you with chemicals I murder a nigga then hit em with venom and I get the torch I'm rapping for Colorado niggas don't wanna get in with me, lyrically chop em like helicopters merk enemies Smoke in the facility packin' heavy artillery, its kind of amusing to see other choppers that envy me Hit a motherfucker th'end up and run from the hood a bitch Fuck withn the nigga Loony and the body parked in the ditch If they really wanna come and get it with the chopper that dump a clip, I fuck with the brainsick 'cause I hit you with voodoo Inside of my brain they say Loony is coo-coo Assassination, verbally I go through you You will never catch it, that's how we do the victims Come up can't throw me a hundred prescriptions Somebody better told to get away I'm a demon We cannibal, the house have me (fetty?), no we come feining A little bit of brain and guts, tell me I'm a heathen You really wanna meet the chopper? I'ma bring in A lethal mechanic every syllable when I span on you, for spilling it give up I’m a savage up on this run-through Well intricate spitter cause I kamikaze I’m running through I’m critical thinking bringing the damage taking this off from you I seek you niggas hating I’m on it bring it a time or two Dissolve the competition and after bodies I'm gonna chew Spit it like I deliver a message what can decide from you I’m hurting you niggas because nobody heard of you My kin was taken choose I’m heavily with the rythym Devour my enemies, I diss all until the end One of the hardest niggas from the beginning to the finish I’m a unsigned chopper bitch making you feel it [Verse 3: Hurricane] Getting right back on it I'm murdering my opponents When you hear me on the record, i'm doing it how i want it I'm a general, let it, when I spit it I call the shots And I'm bout to be bodying the nigga up on the lot I'm articulate but even when i'm stepping in the booth I'ma bullet like a ninja that's giving people the juice When i'm choppin and I'ma be an anomaly come great Anybody wanna get it can come and meet their fate I be taking a minute break and bustin' em like a grape Fully automatic, you niggas are 38s When I'm stepping on the pedal I'm going a little faster A lyrical Johnny rocket people calling me NASA Poop on these niggas I'm sending love to they master A legend on the mic and I go to another chapter Everybody wanna hear it they be looking for the rapture And I be like, "Bet", let me get into the slaughter Creeping up in the back and I'm gonna be giving a nigga the penmanship Pulling and bullying niggas That come but they stopping we did it shoo Really be going to pull up a battle and not hesitating To come in to strike in the booth with a nigga they kill the shit Said I am what I am and I've been What I've been everyday from the start, my nigga Living eternally through the dark, my nigga All on my cutlery be stayin' sharp, my nigga What'd you think about it, how'd it feel to you? Kansas city nigga when I hold bill to you And you gon pay for it, I'ma bring the bill to you If you try to run away then I'ma put the steel to you Do it again, better again every time Instead of tossing this spitter they would be lying But you hearin' it go countrywide Keep bumping Murder Musick until I'm out of my mind [Verse 4: D-SPillz] Straight up out the city with no pity, call the witty let him pick you up and lift you like a twister when I spin it Then I take it to a trip a new dimension with a bitch who suck a dick I spray the pussy when I hit 'em when I fucking spit it Take a microphone an automatic gun I'm out to get a pick of chala, start collecting all the blood up and they sacrifice They body to they windows top above when everybody talking how like they crazy 'till somebody did it Now these motherfuckers scared of the real chop, talking all that that bloods and guts and killa but they will not Talk about they come up from the gutter and they'll kill cops somebody run and everybody fuck around with Spillz squad Get a pill popped, resolute and I'm filled with adrenaline killin' 'em when I pick a pen and I hit it Get it real hot, breaking the bitches off of their fucking then I spit, imma throw em like a sizzle in it Bout to murder with my murder weapon, anybody lurking steppin' in the wrong direction I'ma serve 'em Heaven Bout to shot em to the lord I let em up and ready to escort me to the treasure right when someone get 'em Dear Lord, since I was a little boy I been a psychopath and muster all around me was a little joy I tried to play with the all other normal kids but they was looking at me crazy when I start using a Ouija board Are you with me cause the evil that's impending has been taking my ability to really see a figure of me And so visually I've been in a cemetery looking for a life so distant from my wish that was it Well this is the darkness, this is the path, this is the underground Come and step into the legends of my sector and the pistol saying Jimmies I think that it finally went out, bang [Verse 5: Kaoz] Put me up inside of the booth with all the lights off Spitting nothing but the truth and I will find y'all Motherfuckers always talking the shit mane they talking that shit make me pop in the clip this is my fight song Fuck your bitch and have her weak at the knees Give her the dick and have her sleeping for weeks You can prolly smell the pussy on my breath whenever you speaking of me And if it’s war then fuck bringing the peace I got a lot of pride, ain’t afraid to die and I swear to God I’m a lightning rod pointing at the sky up in a thunderstorm Hear my battle cry, are you scared to die? You ain’t gotta lie if that’s the case then what the fuck you running for? I’m a demon, you can feel the fire from Hell coming out of my mouth with every breath that I’m breathing Sickness is the season, and I won’t stop ‘til I cut their heart out and they’re bleeding Thinking of making a stang that will make me a couple of billion bucks and get buck as I’m ripping the heart out of the mic and then making it wicked, the poetry working me up Tell me they ain’t worth a buck Gonna have to empty your salary for a verse and Donald Trump ain’t even worth enough Fuck a fake rapper, I will make chapters calling all you motherfuckers fake actors Disasters of rapture, rip your pussy-ass inside out and backwards I’m not here to play kumba ya (All you have to do is bow down and look into my eyes) I’m the product of the Wrath of God (Nowhere for you to run and hide, yes, everybody has to die) [Verse 6: Bonez] Chop it up with me now, let me hear that spiritual Ready for the battle, really want it? Gotta drop it on 'em nam, nam, Viet, Viet So stop or me cut ya down, I'll give 'em the usual Bloody body leakin', probably did it on the weekend I'm gone, not, here, here Crazy motherfucker never to make it up, on my mind Fake it 'til they make it, why are they thinkin' that'd be all right? Pull the bitch up out 'em then I leave 'em at the bottom rottin' Fuck it, 'cause they're fuckin' up the game Really gotta go and get it, really gotta go and get it (My time and my pain), really gotta go and get it Who's this motherfucker think he is, Bone Thugs N Harmony? Man, Bonez is trash anyway, fuck that motherfucker (7-0-1) This is where I'm supposed to rap really fast, and entertain all y'all Y'all fuckin' love this bullshit (Okay), fuck it I'll play ball I'm outta North Dakota, sick of freezing on the corner So I took it down to Florida and I hoped you didn't notice But the money was important, we were gonna take it over But we're troubled and we're broken, I could see the devil hoping That we'd fall apart and break it down, I'm never gonna take an L I really gotta make it now or take a bow and fade it out A better way to say it than I really kinda hate it now? Failed the tox report, the fuck y'all talkin' bout? Double time a minute and I keep up with the speed of light A motherfucker thinkin' that he better, do we need to fight? Takin' it back to the beginnin' (No), never gonna get rid of 'em (Go) Stickin' to the story with a needle and some free advice [Verse 7: Mizury Mize] Packing semen of a demon being a heathen beating seeds in any region Making a legion while I'm reading it like I'ma rapping yakkin' Charles Manson While I be given a reason for you to believe in, I'm a beast beasting it every season teething and feasting feeding off beats like I'm treating myself for my own personal satisfaction Acting up, acting out with the action with tactics, putting tax on the verses I'm no freestyler my style isn't free febreezing it fresh with the way that I be serving up the motherfuking murder When working overtime being a hard worker performing that lyrical serial killer horror Halloween when I'm on the scene making it reality Optimiz Prime, sort of like a Transformer While packing a quarter of dab like a disorder, dabbing upon these motherfuckers, swerve When I hit them with the words merged in a verse converted in a sweet entry serving dessert first Chopper tongue twisting it with a curve gassing them 'till it burns I'm that chopper they warned you about to ask around about me to get to chopping properly and when you ready to pay attention and stay steady and learn Oh, y'all don't see things the way we be seeing the action Burn the stage down with some TLC like it's left eye playin' with some matches Space shuttle flow from the mo, better hold on Never will I be a Tech N9ne, my rhymes are too gatling gun Stunting as the white boy bringin' that white noise, being a little bit strange when I bang avoiding you average fucks I be shittin' in the booth like a porta potty while rocking a potty mouth, dropping two's just to piss out number ones Staying suited and booted to be a party-pooper when I'm losing my shit because, bitch, I stay shitting in the club (Finish him) Bigga the figga the bigga the figg's the Godzilla in killin' with the syllables Drillin' 'em full in any venue when I pull the heater fire breather Drinking ether by the liter my meter staying full no sleep for the wicked I'm living a dream makin' it a reality with a salary with the talent that I was born with like a leader given Wisdom listen to my ignition hemi, ripping with the cyborg flow with the ambition to slap you bitches out of the bed with a Folgers can to get you to wake up and vision us underground choppers on a mission worldwide Choppers all around worldwide riding a beat with ease, collecting money 'cause that's our motherfucking business (Mad Whitey) [Verse 8: DNA Tru Lyricist] It, is the DNA, the one That y'all love to speak of Don't test me on the mic cause I Will fuck your weak shit up Open the door, stepping in looking like I got em all choking some more Oh it's the lord, of the underground outdoing em with the sick bars and the chorus and it's hard to ignore The way that I murder these motherfuckers with this lyrical art they adore You're hoping for another dope DNA verse? Well imma leave their blood all soaked on the floor, like "Don't slip" Oh shit, whoop time to get it, creeping through the dark like it's The Chronicles of Riddick acidic with the spit I can hit it like Alien did it Mailing a ticking explosive to your mom, she opens the mailbox then boom Blood and guts all over your residence Then I'm kicking in your door and I'm leaving with dead presidents it's evident I'm leaving no evidence bipolar off of the medicine beheading them With the end of the axe blade, you can ask Blade You little fag vampires get your ass slayed Marvelous with the tongue twist carving shit Like a Jack-o-lantern backing into your yard Accidentally flattening your dog, then I'm Up in a game with a popular presence Gonna be here and money irrelevant, gonna be ending your life with a telekinetic sick edicate, never to edit it Bloody redding em with the blood of the innocent it's a pity it's a minimal effort for me to do it Sixteen years got you saying "Ah, screw it" I'm the truest like Double S in the Lyrical Akuma And the movement is immaculate packing em in the sewer, if they step to us we're set to bust like BANG It's DNA motherfucker, cherish the name, motherfucker, catch a lyrical aneurysm in your brain motherfucker, I'm Up in the game and I'm bringing the pain I'm mopping em all and stuffing em all In the attic attacking and hacking em up into pieces I mean it I'm steaming and eatin em all [Verse 9: Interchopper] Gotta be kidding me you must be thinking what if I take to the next level Demonous wicked style guess who's gonna chop it up all the way best? Chopping through lyrical patterns without a rest, you don't really wanna cover it, step back You better get out of the way of pro demon it's harder to slaughter it I'm a fucking beast, listen to my venom I deliver it with a sick Chopping every syllable with cobra's venom spit I'm ready for part 6, it's a hardcore revenge bitch Time to speed it up go in like, Flash can terminate time's fractions and then beat it up Lightspeed beats supersonic sound but not a big deal, it starts loosing when Interchopper's flowing fluid Every chopper is gonna be melting, beat rhymes with top speed And nail it with breaking through speed limits without a rest Nothing is wrong with my accent, you are just too slow for my word patterns If you're acting like a chopper chop it like a monster, don't be slow-ass raptor Kill a beat with a fast flow, it's a burst show, every single time I'm wrecking it fans want me to burst more I won't be giving a fuck, will just wreck out the track and then top out the fast flow Combined with a demonous speed it's marked as a top row Show em lyrical slaughterfest and they think you're a top doe Taking em over I'm making it barter to catch up with demonous simpson don't mess Nobody wanna be fightiling me, step back I'm in the thick of it - you get it? Break my neck with the rest Hoping I'm stopping the energy coming from breaking through particles with lyrical flex You don't really wanna turn it up, I'ma be motherfucking blazing your head (Be motherfucking blazing your head) You ready? They don't really wanna hundred when I run on 'em Getting in this shit and then I'm twisting like a legend I'ma put 'em all up in the coffin And nail it with the syllables getting out of my tongue Flowing on lightspeed on Top of the Line beat, no one can put out this fire [Verse 10: LîL hØllÖw] HØllÖw ain't fucking around I'm bringing 'em undaground chop At the top of the choppa roster coming to get your brain popped When I'm popping 'em off with lyrical toxic venomous drops Then I'm spitting and racking the victims thinking that hØllÖw's on rocks Leaving the cops, checking the blocks when I detonate these bombs Spitting a boss Holocaust with a nuclear exhaust Figured they mosh, faggot I'm gosh, suck a Medusa head of cocks I'm fucking Pandora and Lemarchand with the same box You know that hØllÖw finna wreck it when you bring him on the beat Like my tongue is made of razors and they cut up when I speak I leave 'em laying on a table full of organs when I feast Then it's Doctor Satan that's taking 'em over and make these hoes bleed I spit frost over sheets that target tarnish your heat And lead you all to the peak of lyrics carved in the beat I know it's often I reap a rapper talking with speed And when it's dark I'm the werewolf Shepherd guarding my sheep And I ravage through getting shot, bullet silver man or not Ramming poon from your thot, fuck her make her pussy rot Get a crew, get some Glocks, you're never gonna fuck with us Your homies thinking ya spitting it hot till I run through and chop Like how many gonna be bringing it when I'm coming and spitting it belt fed? Hopping on top of the track and coming to rip this shit like Sprite said HØllÖw be doing that crap and you know I'm throwing that shit that melt Fed's Verbally heated I'm popping a clip and leaving on your death bed DNA recommend finna bring up the choppa that helped shed Lighting up onto the comet that's soaring infected, ready to bring death It's plaguing 'em all when I'm spitting up on it, y'all know I don't need breath It's hØllÖw popping up on 'em with the undaground chop shibboleth Now focus on my lyricism, how it give my flow precision Mix it with my tho'd condition, Ouija boards and soul addiction Then you got my full attention, anatomic X-ray vision Looking through your composition, smell your fear and high contrition [Verse 11: Fenksta] Sprite Beatz me zvao da mu pomognem na traci koju čuješ Da ju razvalim sa svom svojom snagom, mic-a da se domognem i pljunem Sada mjeriš se u ovome sa klasom, zato stani u red Poput papiga se ponavljate, nije samo par vas Jedete mi prašinu kada ubrzam, stanem na gas Lav i blizanci protiv vuka, ovo crvena je svadba Ostajete bez vrata Jedan slog pauze za mene da dođem do zraka Samo djelić sekunde tako da nastavljam da bacam Magic-ova rima više neće biti sama Sad je stigla smrtna bolest sa Balkana Ako riječi ne znaš izgovarat, nisi ti za ovu stvar Brate, sigurno to znaš, još da bacim jedan bar Bez da stanem i grabim zrak, underground-a ja sam kralj KUGA vas pretvara u prah Choppanje na hrvatskom je puno teže Za mene to nikad nisu barijere Nek je amerima lako slagat rime Ipak jurim ovom trakom kao Barry Allen Šta da kažem, koju posluku da poram Neovisno, od vas moram uvijek ispred biti jedan korak Fora nije kad je moja konkurencija prespora Za tebe sam noćna mora, da me stigneš si primoran Stoga ubijam sve redom ko od Kendricka "Kontrola" Uvijek odlazim u napad sve dok ne dođem do gola, bolan Jedem ovaj mikrofon, tretiram ga ko hrana Svi su mi nakrivljeni, znači nitko mi nije ravan Saitama-san sam, samo super stvari stvaram Stari, hladan kao bura, trakom sada haram Došo sam do kraja, zar ja nisam kren'o tek? Zapeo je text, who's next? [Verse 12: Tonik] Now you dealing with a spitter that can chop it like a veteran So if you wanna go to war I'm showing who I'm better than I'm feeling militant and you don't wanna hear the truth about me topping your favorite it's hard to swallow like it's cinnamon I gotta be the one to pick on a wannabe Man, I'm sicker than high degrees Like a doctorate So I'm proper with chopping like a surgeon You don't wanna give me the urge to purge Because I'm rich with words and you're broke You can hit the curb and get smoked Like I hit the herb but you choked I don't think you wanna be the victim When I pick up the pen and I pick on the enemy Hitting the level to rip it I'm flipping A sentence for the wickedest ending So if you're lucky to be getting the remedy I'll get ticking to blast off And ripping your mask off Ridiculous with it you think I'm tripping off bath salts And when you get to break it down, you getting the cast off Because you're not limited But can you keep up to speed? I don't really think you wanna see You getting served like hot cup of tea When you try to get the legitimate rhythm and delivery I'm finna be ripping the track and I let it burn like a sinner be Get it cooking like dinner be When I flow it's going colder than winter be So be ready to back away when I get to chopping I'm dropping anybody that is looking like an enemy Nobody wanna gimme the mic cause they know I slaughter Like a father protecting daughters They thought I was like a problem Well I am when it come to chopping I get em in a million pieces Easy Or I'ma double em up get em beat like I'm Breezy Then I gotta find a spot to hide the rotten body So I look into the underground and find I gotta drop a lotta Rappers on the radio not rocking hotter topics Try to stop us but find that you'll slaughtered by the choppers [Verse 13: Sensei] [EN] Questo cannone con il fumo l'ho già condito Ho le parole del futuro come John Titor Vogliono sollevare mura, vaffanculo la dittatura pure quando diventa dura io non sto zitto Cambia corrente di pensiero quando ti senti sovrappeso Si può tornare più leggero come il sottoscritto Come un rapace dal cielo, so che sono capace davvero di portare la pace dentro ogni conflitto Sensei è il nome del pazzo, mentre il tuo mixtape ha un nome del cazzo Non è facile rappare tutte le strofe che faccio Tiro calci nelle palle proprio come nel calcio Non ho mai elemosinato, determinato Mi sento sempre rinato Senti il piano che ho escogitato Non mi sono demotivato, per quanto mi sono allenato Vi sembro velocizzato in prima linea perchè non rimango di lato Di perfetta comprensione, sparo parole calibro nove Mitragliatore di precisione, faccio la musica di professione Non mi interessa la protezione delle persone con la pressione e la propensione a camminare per ore come dentro una processione Partorisco 'sta canzone tipo immacolata concezione Scrivo il prossimo disco in chiesa e lo chiamo "La mia confessione" Con l'ossessione di sapere perchè a scuola ero un po' secchione Della mia vita sono l'attore ma non seguo nessun copione (Brr) Freschi, conservo tutti i testi in frigo Sono un tipo recidivo, con questo rap ci vivo Discorsi veramente così complessi che non reggi il filo Non ti fa diventare sexy un bel vestitino Prima di fare tutto questo dovresti fare la gavetta Provengo da un altro pianeta come il principe Vegeta Io non ho fisico d'atleta, mi sono mangiato la mia fetta E siccome il tempo non aspetta rappo come una macchinetta [Verse 14: VBL] Let's get it started, on the mic I go retarded and my skills are sharper then the teeth that's on a walrus I'm creeping like a goblin like I'm deep from out the forest and I just finished eating on your carcass sneaking in your closet hiding secretly I'm watching then I'll jump out yelling peekaboo you see me and you sharted Cut your chest open and then I'm reaching for your heart and I'ma squeeze it and just squash it 'cause you're weak when you be chopping You're easily forgotten, you need to put a sock in it you think you be rocking it but it's obvious not a bit Nobody's looking for your music, you do not exist As an artist that is not a fib it's true better swallow it I'm not the fastest, but indeed my speed is solid As the skin that's on that mutant, I believe his name's Colossus When I get on a instrumental I Kamehameha it, kamikaze bomb it Demolish and abolishing everything like a catastrophic comet Beasting like a preacher and my physical gets altered Resulting that I turn into a horrifying horror With some horns on my head got the people thinking I'm demonic Raining on you dropping I remain to stay a problem for you lames who think you're rocking when I take away your stardom You were never entertaining and you never been creative in any type of way because you are not They call me VBL the wizard, Lord bronze a magician when I'm spittin' I am a lyrical warlock I'm just getting warmed up, I haven't even begun performing When I put a show on it benefits with endorphins that my body's absorbing it's like I'm being rewarded with infinite energy filling Immortal I'll turn to scorpion like a "Get over here" and then you're a goner after the torture when I scorch ya and I'm not feeling remorseful [Verse 15: K-Fix] Bitch, I'm the true definition of lyricism by benificial We drop on and chopping up instrumentals I'm bout to stop by the populars rocking it when I'm spittin' and possibly 'bout to lock up and I spark, I'ma kill a killer My speed I riddle a meaner for dinner for being a three Pick up a pen and then I'ma battle 'em, hitting the niggas that wanting to be Spitting a hollow rythym in hell bet they not talking shit with the vest, wanting the loosening with the flex, taking a skittle away a list With the mili when i hear the beat i go knee deep, with the flow, I'ma pull a Road Runner, beep beep Competition they don't really wanna see me, prone to catch a body when i pivot in these heat streets From the coast shout out to a local MC, B I'ma need it in the game I thought I had a cheat sheet Run it like a pair of cleats, flier than a parakeet You sleeping on a sleeping giant it's time to let the beast freak I'ma be getting it buck when niggas step up on the scenario, spitting the venom i'm sending 'em into their burial Bring in another bug imma shit on the stereo, undaground choppers 6 Fix, nigga, here we go Straight up call me legendary, taking it on my adversaries Giving a fuck who's coming to buck, I shoot 'em my vocabulary Gimme the mic and I'm 'bout to drive it all up they have to worry 'cause I'm keepin' it G a nigga not even in my category 'Bout to take it to another level with the hustle gang Murder for the fame I just wanna come out balls and chains Spitting with the flame on the microphone I'm bringing the pain You'll be the last come put up with me and end the story I don't wanna do is try to up come up from a cell, ho Fucking with the steel i wreck your side don't want to sell dope No one got a stale flow, chopping up my shell tone Trauma that 'bout it to chop it on the mic on people's elbow