The KGB

[Intro: Russian Roulette sample]

Only way to settle this argument is to play Russian Roulette

Do you know how to play Russian Roulette?

No, I don't

You play Russian Roulette this way

I have this pistol, one bullet in chamber, spin cylinder, cock the gun, hold gun to your head and pull trigger

I go first

{*spinning cylinder*} {*trigger pulled*}

Now you go, here's the pistol

{*spinning cylinder*}

{*gunshot*}

"Aha! You lose"

[Verse 1: Malaki]

The KGB making stages twice as dangerous as these streets

Malaki and Binary, formally spontaneous peeps

Form the lyrically elite, peace to the conquistador Beace

When we unsheathe our swords

And the OneManArmy brings beats to boards

We tame your angriest beast, defy your atheist beliefs

Malaki'll get a crowd of paraplegics outta their seat

While I strangle the mic, I'll mangle your ass slow and painfully

Be thankful you still alive, I live faithfully by the phrase 'Catch wreck or die'

You chose to live dangerously tanglin' with me

You can't hang, I'll make Jack The Ripper look like your guardian angel Anger me, I'll give you enough mic cable to hang yourself

Place your name on the waiting list for Hell

With the rest of the cell gangsters

With gashes on your back after lashes with the mic cords

Warlords storm stages, making mic stand pipe bombs

And Molotovs out of Krylon cans; meet my demands

Or you'll have a Michigan mic massacre on your hands

[Verse 2: Senim Silla]

Biohazardous Agent Orange, Silla's airborne, infectuous

Rhyme lectures spit quick and effective

Dangerous, lethal languages, if slang could kill

Murder he wrote and assassin would rename my skill

Senim's a rough son of a gun, keep razors under my tongue

Strike with enough force to puncture a lung

I'm lyrically harmful, literally speakin'

Emcees I'm browbeatin', demeanin' and ill treatin'

Get introduced to mines and meet your demise

I despise rap guys and all their wack ties

'Cause in my eyes, all men are not considered equal

Especially if you ain't one of Binary's people

[Verse 3: Vaughan T. aka Texture]

How much you asking for?

I'll give you that plus a classic more

Air delivery; verbal total package raw, the mental matador

Mic heavyweights to shake the planet core

With one verse got you thinkin', "Yo, cancel the war!"

You flirtin' with death, better off dancin' with wolves

Or stabbin' yourself in the vocal cords with cancerous swords

After this track, ya hit the streets recruitin' new thugs

'Cause we got your squad shook, holdin' hands in group hugs

The die-harders – Ann Arbor's like a monster in your closet

Challengin' us is like playin' opossum with a carcass

You could never win, hope your DJ specialize in medicine

'Cause the Athletic army conquers and divides your regiment

The M.I. resident known for talkin' shit

And got my reputation rippin' in the heart of The Mitt

A fortunate gift, spit lines that'll force you to quit

Drop the mic and have you writin' for The Source or some shit

[Verse 4: Elzhi]

These niggas backstab like they Benedict

Drag they face in the mud 'til they mug looks like they bit a brick

Bust like Magnificent Seven on horseback

Unsigned, but find my Rap Quotables in The Source mag–

–azine for fiends who fiend for guillotine sword stats

My tongue is the stinger, my brain is the stun gun

It's deadly as the one you put your thumbs on

And squeeze from the bottom with fatigues

When I'm hidin' in the trees, so high I can breathe on a falcon

Jump down, sneak up on a emcee from the rear

A predator with the literature, it shows through my signature

Deliver more digits for your clique

What's even more sick is – I'm a visitor

And plus they be diggin' more

Scopin' the perimeter, sink within the floor

Terminator 2, split your brain in two while you snore

Keep sleepin', my train of thought is heat seekin'

Fade your poor squad like drippin' ink from my pen and addin' Clorox

Murder emcees and leave my fingerprints on doorknobs

The court finds me guilty, might be different in the Lord's eyes

An evil genius, I play a villain in a movie

Fingertips touch the ceilin' from the revealin' of the uzi

In this bloodsport, open up my mouth

And watch those slugs walk gracefully

Where your head reside is now a vacancy

El-Zion – cut the head of a python

With a butcher knife long, when I die I want my third eye bronzed

[Verse 5: O-Type Star]

A sip of liquor, the flow-picker with sensational wool

And skin like brass, the gravitational pull

Of two stars that's rotatin' like space vinyl

Had me on the train like Lionel – Richie

Broke, then rich again, Illinois to Michigan

Spartan conditions, I won't bench but switch again

Style like tracks to smack who can't stand me

I build excitement like Pontiac Grand Prix

Wider is better, Illi' is deffer

Im tryin' to count zeros and hoes like Hugh Hefner

The O.B.A.F.G.K.M

My squad all stars; suckers, we slay them

O-Type Star, I blew spots when I said things

My thoughts take flight, like black hawks with red wings

Uh, slicker than a oil refinery

I hit your whole system when I shine with the Binary

[Verse 6: TaRaach aka Lacks]

Acknowledge the presence of perfection

I could give a fuck about you lyin', sayin' your style is free when its tense

Like Les Nessman

A freshman in this game, while we tryin' to graduate

I blow minds, while you be blowin' funk from the last ass you ate

Now let me ask you straight, before I start trippin'

Is it me or is it somethin' 'bout your lines sound like Nas 'cause it was bitten?

Your motor skill is outright and meanin' to act faster

I hump rhythms while you couldn't Poke a Tone with Trackmaster

The rap bastard without Wu-Tang

Though, realistically most males are

The difference is I don't judge my manhood by what my sales are

If its about the boldest, I'm the most out-coldest since winter

To make you stop the tape and

Inspect the Deck like you down with the RZA, nigga

So I advise you to remember your roles

And tell your crew, if they got beef, then I can bring the dinner rolls

Over Fender rhodes with sweet snares and fat drum kicks

I sing sweet soliloquies of souls and hold dumb chicks

I mean chickens – runnin' off in chickens like bestiality

And for any nigga that want it, I drop the beat for you to battle me

Simply to prove at your expense, I be's the shit

Squeezin' squares into little pieces like Cheese Nips

[Verse 7: OneManArmy]

A wack emcee is something I could never be

That's like growin' dreadlocks while you takin' chemotherapy

Theoretically, pen and paper is the recipe

Alphabetically, I'm comin' after U like the letter V

If you ever step to me, the worst is yet to come

You'll never get the best of me, call it like a referee

Call it destiny, check the melody

Break the law of gravity and lyrically catch a felony

I make it harder for the next emcee, that's my specialty

Rappers better be tryin' to rap ahead of me

I'm a hard act to follow, I could prove it medically

I'm sick in the head, I could move a crowd with mental telepathy

Expect nothin' less of me, top pedigree

Rap assassin, blastin' with syllable weaponry

Shoot the sheriff and the deputy, don't be testin' me

Whoever think they fat can get the Dick Gregory

[Verse 8: J.U.I.C.E.]

It's countless how many rappers over vinyl we scar

I just rotate and dislocate your spine if we spar

Even freestyle in French when I'm rhymin' abroad

I'm in the party, rhymin' off Bacardi Lime and cigars

I rattle rafters, you battle rappers tryin' to be hard?

Rap's blackjack and JUICE is like a primary card

You secondary, that's why you gotta rhyme with a squad

But, genetically, ya'll niggas is designed to be flawed

Yesterday, I spit game at your dime and she paused

To let me see her thick frame and outline of her drawers

So the chance that you been lookin' for is finally yours

But, see, I'm deadlier than havin' cyanide in your pores

I spin a rhyme, my hand is intertwined with the cord

Slowly the mic is ripped to bits, my dynasty tours

Big JUICE, signin' off with the Binary Stars

The only person who could kick a doper line would be God