~~~{Ice Pick}~~~
i spit's classic barz infact , my post's never get erased , it becomes an instant artifact, it's just im a smarter cat , trade lyric's? nah u just cant barter that , i kick shit and flip spit's its just the art of rap

~~~{ STrangla}~~~
Your teaming with tha hardest-cat, they call-me-kin
I spit straight acid, tha type that'll dissolve-ya-skin
never lose battle *rounds*, you can say I *evolve*-with-wins
got ya mouths wide open, like ya jaws-got-pins


~~~(Ice Pick)~~~
i can spit vocaly or rhyme wit a pen or this text shit
ill fuck around and spit an album on my I.B.M and sell it on some pimp shit
fast spit's off the dome , you can call my brain a raceway
leave your face wit more spot's and blotches than a box delivering gateway's


~~~{Strangla}~~~
leaving your face-caved, hold on to ya life with an intense-grip
one verse with nine bars, that's like unloading ten-clips
Got so much energy when I write, my pen-flips
this tag team got all yall on some Suspense-shit
got yall going nuts when the fucking beat hits


~~~(Ice Pick)~~~
inconsistant rapper's spit one bar a month
i spit more verses a day than test dummie's do stunt's
the only echo you hear , when i spit is applause
you never hear a voice , cause my lyric's lock jaws
Stocks drop , ya rymings over when i exposin that you aint raw


~~~{Strangla}~~~
not-flaws, but we got-claws to prove we're sharp and on-point
call us anti pot-heads, we stop-dead in *tracks* and stomp-joints
even def people be feelin' our shit, it's not human how we got-noise
We always on fire, might as well just call us tha Real Hot-Boyz






~~~(ICe Pick)~~~
Pick and Strangla bring hell , were the lyrical terrorist
ask the the taliban they would say we sharper than metal is
we only spit the "dopest" lyric's , so get ready for "re-hab"
fuck ya favorate rapper ,our lyric's are twice as hot as he-had


~~~{Strangla}~~~
we-stab through backs of cats and pull weapons out-their-chests
thought our opponents were from afghan, the way we left bandages around-their-heads
first collab giving birth to a new form of shout outs-of-death
want beef, when we bring it all that's left is pounds-of-flesh
You can try like many and get laid to rest with a hollowed out chest
Steppin to Pick anmd me with that shit Ya ending up second best




The FInale where we both fuckin go off



~~~{Ice Pick}~~~
I slit throats with thin strokes
I twist hope , when the pens choked
make kid's hang from big ropes thinkin they cant get smoked
I'm sick, dope..exert energy like twin Cokes being shaken and having their tin broke...
your casket calls
you're fortified with plastic walls
I've outlasted all
12 times more toxic than a dozen of acid balls
make you fuckin bastards fall
pop you like massive claws grabbing a basketball
it's crazy.....how I like splitting atoms just by staring at 'em
I'm unfair like God making Eve bleed once a month, but sparing Adam
I'm smacking Misters and scaring Madams
I'm tearing blaring cannons
time traveled and stole your parents talent...
The sparing Adam Line was pretty funny
we all take our own share from the Hunnies





~~~{Strangla}~~~
Need to change Hip Hop and how wack it really is
peep dis
multifarious complex ascap prototypes;
priceless copywrites arrayed like dolomites.
solidified with slave ship packed molecules;
neurocells needed like h2o supermodel fuel.
bullseye target practice at the synapse.
robin hood accuracy with no relapse.
*subliminal message:
i don't give a fuck if you don't understand this*
taps eulogy every so often,
for weak thoughts in coffins.
virtual woodgrain finish in this matrix,
churned by the nanometallic generatrix...
You hate the way we deface shit and make it look so basic

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