I don't think they ready for this shit man....Leave them dihydrated ya heard...

TheUnderRated:

I'm at the highest point above an observers horizon...
volcano flow although only get attention when i'm geysin..
Ready release realness till I succumb to exhaustion...
spit grief through my teeth often.....definin lyrical flossin...
train often to spit through coughins fuck me ever stoppin
lyrically hospitalized the only way you'll ever be chart toppin...
you see the veins in my head poppin out telekinetically trainin..
wise ways and Rated collabed now they open mic reignin..
I'm benchin vocab likes it nothing though i got a ton on..
wise ways pulls back his hoodie like "you need a spot son?"....
my styles more flexible than yoga mixed with kama sutra...
battle topical, text, audio, man whatever suits ya...
Got Mic-elangelo's In-nate Hand-le when it comes to aesthetics..
to sleep on Wise bitches gotta be Under anesthetics...
see the flex muscle made from scriptin text to vets...
constantly constructin connects and answerin RB threats...
illness flows through my blood i'm litterally reppin blood type..
since i bleed letters kids try to cut me up at that knife fight...
spiritual spillin.. fuck it.. i'm sweaty.. tired of lyrical killin...
wise script somethin..hit me up when record sales break a million

They don't need a water break...fuck that...get back to ya shit..

Wise Ways:

Frontiering thru tha jungle on a steady pace with a machette
Ripping heavy..attacking and slashing tha fuck out of a yette
Under & Wise playing hop scotch..from continent to continent
Juggling tha atmosphere, moon & stars..without even dropping it
Then doing push-ups with one Hand..only using two fingers
Tha other hand..socking punching bags filled with beginners
Meanwhile jogging up stairs at speeds that make light look slow
Pierce ya brain with hurricains..knock tha wind out u in 1 blow
Got more than 40 foot verticals..Wise can jump out of a crevace
& then just jump right into quicksand..& then get out in seconds
We taking leaps of faith..making it all around tha whole globe
Like a ghost..running across tha sun's surface on my tippie toes
Intergallactical prisions..twisting saliva vowels in to infinite bars
Straight spitting shit hard on earth's clone..to create life on mars
Crash landed.. playing leap frog with all nine of tha planets
Gambeling with ya life..making cards explode like I was gambet
Can catch me on jet clouds..I'll be busy practicing pull ups
Let go of tha shit..sky diving down without getting a nose rush
Eating so many emcees..to stay in shape..I'm always crunchin abs
Pin weak ones on their thorax..& exercise on em doing jumping jacks

Fucka Subway....Who needs it when you got Lyrical Fitness.....Part 2 coming soon