Enigmatic's Part

I had this young disciple//
He seen me as a brother idol//
I taught him to love the lyrical Bible//
But he turned against me to fuck with another rival//
So now the hugs is final, 'cause the slugz is vital//
To be more precise//
I taught advice//
I thought you liked and sought the light//
But now I'm forced to write and perform a tight rap on a cordless mic//
To cats that like to flaunt the ice, I'm comin' to take ya cheese like experiments to torture mice//
Now you gonna have to feel the swords and knife, 'cause
a loss of life is the best lesson to stress testin'//
Two of the best reppin' .La Familia. now y'all petrified//
Niggas that stay half-steppin' like they doin' the electric slide//
My text is wise, but most of y'all's retina's blind//
And i'm trying to rectify past beef with Blunt_MC 'cause newbies wanna see the vets demise//
So I exercise 'cause they gonna try to x-ya size//
They try to testify, but I punch their stomachs to mesh and bind their chest and spine//
I got the blade with rust//
Watch tha razor thrust//
To graze ya nuts 'cause I auditioned for a play and such to see if I could make tha cut//
Once the tightest brethren, now escaped from trust//
Now I have to kill ya and it hurts me more than a verse from y'all//
The first to draw//
Must have a thirst to fall//
'Cause first of all you started shit, and we was never on bad terms before//
Now you immersed in awe//
Did I take it to far?//
I cut off them loose strings like I played the guitar//
I'm not the cat that you wanna face in the dark//
I'm impatient and smart//
My mom, my parent, knew she was raisn' a star//
Like sunset a Pun vet//
In some text (teks), and I ain't even talkin' 'bout guns yet//
I told you not to go and step outta line//
Don't worry, Blunt these cowards are mine//
I'll rip out y'all's spines//
Bent outta shape like the Tower of Pisa//
I send flowers to greet ya spouse, just to please her//
Devour and eat ya//
Through powerful speakers I could school you again like scholars and teachers//
Backstabbers, now ya gonna get lead in ya back, like ya own body was playing follow tha leader//

BLuNT-Mc's Verse

damn son, seems ya on fire, glow'n, shinin' like heaters.//
flowin' violent, representin' La Familia.//
I planned ta defeat ya, but can't which leads me.//
ta join' enig-->matic.//
we bringin' quality, others bringin head phone static.//
rappin' like crack addicts, with violent back spasms.//
fire gats backwards, hit tha sweet spot between the eyes.//
.. do I look dead nigga, nah I'm alive.//
survived suicide with no surprise like I'm the underworlds poster child.//
watch as I coast through rhymes, easier than runnin' trains on nymphos who sniff coke lines.//
when LaFamilia ener the room all hope dies.//
tha competition frantic try'n to memorize... pre-written shit.//
meanwhile we sit an' spit, freestyles like we was rhymin dick.//
tionarys, flip script like movie re-writes and sip on tripple shot bloody marys'.//
I miss-E like dirty harry.//
dose 3 and learn tear beats and stare heat like sun spots in my eyes.//
blinded with dry light, over-exposed like chernoble.//
mutate this mic like it was a product of DDT and dope smoke.//
La-Familia don't choke, lines so enlightning they call us tha flow-popes.//
t-t-t-to slow folks, we surpass the best with everlasting sets.//
like olympic row strokes we stay a-float while y'all capsize an' get soakin' wet.//
fan's holdin' breath know'n cats gettin' dogged on try'n ta over-throw tha best.//

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