Undaground Choppers 9

[NOTE: THE LYRICS FROM BONEZ, TONIK, FLUENCI, MCDREAD, SNAKE LUCCI, VBL & IKONIK ARE OFFICIAL] [Verse 1: SplytSecond] You are merely getting a taste of infinite rage Wondering about the quality of the chopping is it the same did it decay Is all of the clarity vivid insane that did entertain Finally reaching a peak and then crumble to pieces and peacefully drift in a bay(Yeet) A curse and a gift is in plain sight But like slithering snakes y’all wanna spit it in vain Like "hit 'em with the venom" really it is a shame And impossible to follow at a ridiculous pace And a lyricism from a totally different plane Of existence and thought you were getting away I’m slapping a clip in the K and I’m letting it Hella Syncopated with the rhythm I deliver but it’s coming with a cost Thermal radiation guaranteed to make 'em shiver but I spit it at a temperature to make 'em all defrost. (Oof) With the clarity and speed I’m on another level in a different league So jumping over the gap between us is similar to jabbing at an atheist you're never getting across (He needs some milk) Beat cut beat cut lava when I erupt Rapped shared for the profit like I’m Jesus Talking down on double S and y’all had better speak up Hotter than boneless pizza jalapeños No respect to the seniors you a dingus Come up outta pocket for the game because you know it needs us [Verse 2: Bonez] Welcome to the party motherfucker ready? Rip it come and get it with a little bit of sin up in it wait a minute Fin ta get it pimpin, with a weapon I invented if i said it then I meant it and I said it' s on Nothin makes it better gotta come up with the money motherfucker really wanna get it go’on (go’on) Ya think that you’re better than anyone here? Well bitch your fuckin wrong (wrong) Tell em Bonez, go and get ugly with it Cold with the syllables Your fuckin pitiful Don’t give the minimal Won’t for a minute bro Go get a lawyer when the law wanna get involved Raw individual Born with no sin at all Bored with the cynical Sold with a bit of gold Nobody’s winnin though Bonez don’t Fuck everybody go and suck that dick I ride panigale, so god damn quick Just god damn quit Cuz your not that slick Do a mothafucka really gotta talk that shit So never will they win it gotta drop that bitch Nobody gonna comment when I'm rockin this Tell em what they mothafuckin option is Steady gettin ready for the apocalypse Stop with the bullshit not gonna talk shit go home bro your wrong Life’s an auction work for your bosses oh lord no I won’t Try to pimp me all day long mothafucka no you don’t Ain't nobody fuckin with Bonez Time for Loony to murder the song [Verse 3: Big Loony] You've antiquated with the don Think you bout it gon' beat to intelligent off of a sedative You're just irrelevant Soon he possessing it treating the confrontation of a mob The reason can perish on how I'm connecting my elements Bigger in time and a pulse So when I get verbally damaging artists the police will I bring your body in a box I chop shit down I'ma cannibal breathing like Mannibal [sneaker?] for Alternate intricate facilities Bomb all the fact that I be bringing fatality Defeat to me with the frequencies never thee Mind over matter, controlling my destiny I be composing em like I'm in a symphony Give me a pen and a pad and like damage it As I will eat up the surface like serpentine Intricate with syllables I hit em with the venom when I get to spitting you don’t really wanna come and get it with me Everybody that are round me, killer for the cheddar man They get to speak, yet homie you don't wanna get the veteran An urgent defeat I’m about to hit ya with the meaning with these syllables I’m patting you down I’m riding in my elevators Spit a lot of rappers when I get to move a homie I’m a fighter with the music I’m an educated veteran You better think about the repercussions 'for you running from the killer I’ma damage I’ma hit em like a Taliban I don’t really wanna battle loony must be crazy Pack a stamp and put the missile on I’ma shoot em till the gun jam Fight me Big Loony and thank you for critical criticism Cause it turned me to this man Undaground choppers we call when it 9 in the series Big Loony is the man that remains stayin' [Verse 4: Fluenci] Poppin off shots and not given a fuck And i'm tempted to go about evilest syndicate Notice i'm diligent basic its evident not about relevance Time consuming the rellic and passing it over like sollemly evidence nobody wanna be into the middle the fire its burning like excellent so can you notice the cadence i'm bringing i'm torching this skewer like pathogens loading the shells from the fully extended But chances of leaving have not been intended Maniacle spirit i'm in it to win it like what would you think next? my haters up lifting like blessings i'm turning they heads like sprewell sets Play with the energy fuck off an enemy Time is what tells like the real to epiphany notice i'm still in denial by destiny Gathering what we call notions are heavily melodized latency silver me shivelry on to the next one And shiver me timbers by loading my spiritual casualties into oblivion And did I offend yours?, shout out to everyone noticing gassing has formed up I give you salute to the haters they damage like lava no post how it ends up My resolutions to what we saw that's how a bridge really builds up we aren't humans we need beaming up [Verse 5: McDread] Here we are back at this shit again been takin my vitimins Get you a ridiculous chopper I'm venomous cinnimon like- Way too intricite to inhale combust like a cigarettes Eating arachnids like annalese isnt it funny how they think i been a bitch till i flip Get the switch riviting like a bit spinnin it i keep on twistin and turnin up in my head News to you Flippin up outta my dome I prove the booth, swoopin up food like a crow - shoot the poop - And for the rappers that be thinkin they be slammin better can it like a soup or you will panic in a room then light a candle by the suit they gonna jam me wit and poof -animated too -funded by the Flu Anybody wanna it man im really gonna fuckin sonic boom -Clippin the bitches in shins an inch in, then itchin the skin till the stitch is rippin The incision is instant my vision is intimate, ain't nobody know it, i was sleepin in a tentment Without a bed my sentiment ain't clear, like a cataract appeared, can't regenerate, i fear Ima detonate incinerate and seperate a vertibrae, dont look at me certain way or queer Ima put up on the murder rate! Like a terminator learn the way to burn a brain And you ain't really nuthin but a sherminator, perminating, like you got B-O Everybody swerve and hate it You could never murk a stage And every singled word is aimed at Wack rappers I dont give a fuck Ima have to put a body part in my truck Chop shit down Then ima put in the swamphouse Hitem wit da 9 Cuz im always in a rush Shout ruslan [Verse 6: SnakeLucci] Motherfuckers hella bogus, I don't notice Everybody wanna focus coming up in this I'm ferocious Drama culture, spittin' halitosis Sicker than fifty-thousand Locusts I’ma get out the O but never get out the zone Been told that I’m the coldest I done molded Reali-T shows when I get on I’m bout to blow Pockets swoll but stop and go vacate tropical Nigga I’ma let the chopper go Pull up on em and its rock and roll hot, stop, drop and roll Come with a reason to get em it’s not optional Hit em with it when it’s beneficial But I’m in the middle where my stock’ll grow Feminine niggas you bitches I’m venomous on a mission When I’m rocking shows Sending niggas to the hospital Niggas ain’t no competition fuck the opposition Never had two pots to piss in, my condition Coming up out the trenches but I’m optimistic so I stop and listen I’ve been slipping knocking bitches talking shit I got ya ticket Bout that business I can dig it So many choppers I got a clip in it and then I dip quick Nigga sick with, sick with it gotta stick with a clip in it Anybody killer really gotta get it When I was in prison was a politician Feeling froggy ribit, ripping it off the hinges Any chopper dedicated to win it'll get it Been independent and winning My niggas'll kill to get in it It's giving me chills when I mention, kill with a vengeance Pull up on a rapper with a glizzy and end it [Verse 7: VBL] All I want to say is leave my verse the same way it was when I recorded it And don't even try to change up the instrumental not even a part of it I am the first Super Saiyan Yomashi I was here ever since the start of this You're late with the chopping before you all knew what it was I mastered the art of it As soon as they see me they're terrified and petrified shaking like they got Parkinson's They don't want a part of me because I'll get medieval on their hiney and show em how dark it gets Every time I'm on a track with a Sprite beat when I rap I gotta demonstrate what a arson is Can't believe they be acting like they forgot how I be lighting it up they done got me charged again They be thinking its smooth sailing over the water can't see there's a shark in it Megalodon coming from under and ripping apart your ship Your not ready for the kombat cause I'll bring it to your chest hit you wit the Lu Kang bicycle kick Your facing a different type of character I'm the final boss my precision is optimum Thought you could handle me well come and try me and test your hypothesis Imma just go and proceed to treat you like the insect you are and discard of you easily swatting you Blasting off in the atmosphere after guzzling rocket fuel I'm out of this world I'm phenomenon philosophical chopper understand me I do this for real it's not a joke you don't want the beef I'll turn you to sloppy Joe wit abominable body blows Verse 8: [Ikonik] König im Flow'n Rollend im Wagen verwöhnen mich Hoes Ficke die Bitches und picke dabei einen Blunt, denn das ist die gewöhnliche Show Dumme Nutte, denkst über den besten Weg nach Wie du jetzt schnell Geld oder Fame machst Motherfucker, legendärer Doubletimer, Tripletimer ficke weiter Bitches, scheiß auf Datejust Motherfucker was? Geb' ich deiner Bitch einen Cumshot? Was? Pussy, wenn ich will, wird sie langsam nass Aber habe keinen Bock, also fang' mal an, nehme die Slut am Arm und geh dann mal ran Du hast keine Chance gegen mich Du wirst locker zerfickt, wenn du Opfer mich disst, also Kopf runter Bitch und ich Mobb' deine Clique Pussy, ficke deine ganze Bande voller Penner, wenn du willst, aber habe keine Zeit für den Scheiß "Echt nicer Style, ey" ich bleibe die Nummer 1, weiter so unerreicht Alle meine Feinde wollen meine Doubletime Skills Aber leider haben sie keinen Plan, alle biten dann ich muss weiter fahr'n meine Zeit ist da und du weißt ich laber keine Scheiße grade, klar? Ganz egal wer du bist Meine Parts sind der Shit Kille die Bars und du trippst, Bitch Ich brauch' nur ein paar Jahre und ich bin rich, also fick dich Und mit diesem Part habe ich bewiesen: ich habe den Sieg errungen Bitte geh aus meiner Sicht Du bist leider nicht in meiner Liga, Junge [Verse 9: Tonik] I'm coming to shoot And you know that I'm coming at em like a rocket I'm trying to shock em Like metal in sockets And I'm really trying to rob all their shine like I'm pickin their pockets I'm bringing the heat and I'ma let em all hang over the fire Like I'm messing with stockings I gotta be honest, see I'm an anomaly But I'm on top and lockin the spot in for Tonik Sucka that's me Gotta get em breathing heavy like an athlete I be running all around em like a track meet But I gotta make em scatter like I pack heat Well I do, but its not with a gun But I got me a tongue And I got the ammunition coming from the cerebellum See me then you better tell em get ghost Cuz I murder when I spit flows If you wanna kill a killer you better get guerilla when you flip it up on the track Cuz the rhythm I get delivered I could stick it in ya cuz the tip of it'll leave you stabbed When I switch up the triplets it'll be hideous with the way the haters mad Bars like the way the paper stack Spend it then work to make that paper back (huhh) But the tongue flip like the wrist when I’m hittin a drum head Rhythm is dumb when I get to blastin When I’m bringin that action that I’m packin I’m a killer with the rappin that’s facts So you better get away if you don’t the drama that I’m comin with I really be about the opposite But I’ma get it done if you be thinking that I won’t Cuz I got the flow That’ll make a hater choke if they try [Verse 10: Gho5t] Everybody hold up (hold up) Somebody had better explain What is it with all of this gibberish that has been coming up into the game Got me just feeling a bit of deranged You people are stepping all over my genre I wanna put one in your head And deliver your body right back to your mama Sick of pretenders you bitches that better surrender Or witness me giving you trauma Come up with drama and imma demolish em all The moment I smoke me some ganja And we never be giving no love to the people that play on the radio threaten the look of persona's If i'ma be honest compared to you rappers I'd rather be bumping Madonna So give me the mic and allow me to demonstrate How I believe I should really be doing it Do it so you get the flu Bust so cruel bitches laying in fluid This time I'ma be true to this keeping a killer Will never re-live it, a little bit lunatic Breaking my property every time And they know that they're cropping me That'll be a two bit they're proofing the tool Don't nobody wanna run up with a killer running I'ma hit em with a tool And a madman about to get picked by the one that left nothing but kept in the tool And i'm making the moves Stay repping me honour the money my lyrics are cool And fuck me you fools Really but this ain't a what I can do true