HOOK:
WE MURDER WORDPLAY SO BODY BAG YOUR THESAURUS-
WE GOT TO MANY PUNCHLINES FOR HOOKS SO FUCK THE CHORUS-
WE LYRICIST BUT OF ANOTHER CALIBUR OF METAPHORS-
SPIT NINE WITH THE RECOIL OF A 44-
M.C.'S COME READY FOR SCREAMING THEY THAT ILL-
OUR COLD WAR WITH WORDS FROST BITE THEM WITH CHILLS-
TO MANY CATS DONT SAY WHAT THEY FEEL-
SO WE SPIT THIS AT 104 DEGREES SO YOU KNOW WE ILL

AUDO

Take a trip through the head of a lyrical mastermind/
See what makes me tick like a clock, counting the seconds of time/
I’m up in a maze, my brains all phased, I’m confused and dazed/
The problems of this world, marching through my head like a parade/
Cause people talking, I can hear them from the corner of the world/
I’m up on my pedestal, blocking them outta my mental world/
Cause I express through verbs, metas and wordplay/
We bring lyrical firepower to the battlefield…its D-Day/
The day when Meta, WORD~PERFECT, and Audo invaded RB/
We bringing hip-hop back, when it was supreme solidarity/
Taking affirmitive action against these primitive nations/
Blazing mom for chemical weapons that’s mere fiction/
Fertilizing the earth with the blood of our lost brothers/
Bloodshed and tears mixed…the combo is like no other/

META 5
One, Two, Three, Four…Ha, I'm the only one to reach Five
Go Dive in, take a look around & study the mind of Meta 5
Entrance is Heavily Guarded w\ Steadily Smarter Security
The only Beings that enter Seem to be chosen from Purity
From there Roam the many Catacombs intertwined Within
Now that Ur In, Skim through Thin layers covered With Sin
Not from Killing, but from thoughts Thrilling enough to Kill
If you Find evil's all in Ur Mind, would Healing stuff be Real
The content of my Thoughts Brought me to this Conclusion
We're all living a Lie, we Died, or this is simply an Illusion
Amongst the Confusion I'm Losing my mind and my Soul
It loosens the Right to Fight the Light for freedom & Control
They Stole my Idea to Feed Ya more bullshit than Consumed
Presumed dead in the Open Mics, thought process Resumed
You can Gaze and Awe at the Maze of God, Which you See
But Dare to Steal the Ideals I Conceal & U'll be Merked by Me

HOOK:
WE MURDER WORDPLAY SO BODY BAG YOUR THESAURUS-
WE GOT TO MANY PUNCHLINES FOR HOOKS SO FUCK THE CHORUS-
WE LYRICIST BUT OF ANOTHER CALIBUR OF METAPHORS-
SPIT NINE WITH THE RECOIL OF A 44-
M.C.'S COME READY FOR SCREAMING THEY THAT ILL-
OUR COLD WAR WITH WORDS FROST BITE THEM WITH CHILLS-
TO MANY CATS DONT SAY WHAT THEY FEEL-
SO WE SPIT THIS AT 104 DEGREES SO YOU KNOW WE ILL

WORD~PERFECT

META 5, NONCENTZ -
AND AUDO ITS CONSTENT-
YOU HERD-
it's ubsurd-
PUT the world in manic-panic-
drop aerodynaimc-
bombs with font size like the titanic-
hymns so cold my body ferenheit 's endorsed by ICE BERG-
MOLD-verbs-and punches cause brain clots to these herbs-
festered with lines pestere you with rhymes-im dirty and disturbed-
copywrite the adverb-
IM TO TIGHT and thats THAT'S MY WORD-
rip you with any and every slur-
make this language indiginent-
having WEBSTER sewing me for literary infringment-
choose a dictionary term noun, pornoun, or compound even binary text-
im the antonymn and synonymn spitten complex-
proplex-
concepts-
as a vet-i put you 6 feet ..... put to sleep your dawgs-
I SON you walk to the light.... i blessed you...... now walk with god-
nigguz is bombclaud-frauds-
saying you mic~nificent BACK IN THE DAY YOUR fasaud-
WAS still as garbage as AHMAD-
(rapper of that song)
spit shots like gun blow-
plow
and killed you in past~tence..... who want it now?
rip your larenex from your the veigns to your barin drain your plasma-
against me,,,,every m.c. is a choke artist or atleast they got asma.
rip words before they exist your mouth-
show you cloute and what this aboute-
the only times your lines REGISTER is when you sell~out-
im ill there is nor preperation-no vaccination-
you fake META and AUDO each alone
on microphone will rip your bones in 10 DEGREES of sepration-
im serious-so what's that point? the period. you dumb bitch-
i finished you in this -sen~ten~ce-
SHACK up to another rapper this your eviction notice-

HOOK:
WE MURDER WORDPLAY SO BODY BAG YOUR THESAURUS-
WE GOT TO MANY PUNCHLINES FOR HOOKS SO FUCK THE CHORUS-
WE LYRICIST BUT OF ANOTHER CALIBUR OF METAPHORS-
SPIT NINE WITH THE RECOIL OF A 44-
M.C.'S COME READY FOR SCREAMING THEY THAT ILL-
OUR COLD WAR WITH WORDS FROST BITE THEM WITH CHILLS-
TO MANY CATS DONT SAY WHAT THEY FEEL-
SO WE SPIT THIS AT 104 DEGREES SO YOU KNOW WE ILL