BASH
Yo My Flow is Hotter than~Blunder~Magma"/
My chromosomes mix with seven chemicals rather unknown"/
Dilussion with twenty one divided to shatter ya bones"/
Break Neckz Like~Cyclons , Dash When my 'Solar Axe is RIsin to Hack Your Horizon"/
Opposition of Pure Power Imerges"/
My rhymes Make you Hot Like~When~you're In Churches"/
letters in a sixteen word average of masses get gathered in mode"/
Over six ina quarter with close to three figament boarders and master minds know that type of matter explodes"/
Naturally I'm a make u decease weight wit an Increase Pace"/
Passing lines sway, stabbing with 90 Degree bladez"/
Hell bent swords cease fait, with my Velocity speeding over Heat Waves"/
Lightspeed passes over with purged disease raids"/
One second to circle the earth but dissolutives in disease fade"/
I can Lyrically Quench your thirst Like~Gatorade"/
B.R.E , La Familia , and tha Honarable Warlords"/
Strangle You wit Flexible Wirez and Cordz"/Evacuated populations over exceed caves
With the opposite weak traded to be procieved brave
I'll stand behind ceremonial grounds and watch as you bleed waste
Rotations break tha axis with speed traced
Immortal death is delivered asleep waked

hook
{BLUNT}
I don't even know why you playin' this type-a track
why you play'n this type-a track? this type-a rap.
the type-a wax that's got me hyped like that.
thinkin' why this kid even writin' so wack...

{NONCENTZ}
and i dont even know why you playen this type a track-
your flow back-meaning your skillz retract-
you even know it weak unique only to the typical crap-
and you got the nerve to call that a battle rap-

BLUNT MC
This type-a track, n'a'm-say'n, so fake it's like they plastic bars.//
not wax-at-all, laughed at large, passed on like a bad hand-in-cards.//
forced vocals equal broke hopefuls, comitin' crimes an' endin' in "pork-chokeholds.//
work-horses to a distant dream, wake up! you'll never get rich with sleep.//
Quit! it's like you picked defeat, welfare 'n' foodstamps.//
livin' in a roach shelter with booze cramps, thinkin' you know'n... {who's that exactly my point, ya wack catch phrase'll never catch.//
you'll never measure like a yard, crumble under pressure an' still say you hard.//
you ain't shit, ya lyrics ain't shit, an' you'll never get near this game bitch.//
with flow like that it's like you fearin' fame, feelin' pain can't take the searing heat.//
to me.. it's like bring on the incinerator, I live for danger, feedin' on anger.//
meaning I'm greater, leading y'all wankstas, you ain't even past 8 mile, I've covered acres.//
an' at the same rate un-covered paper-stacks, so take your raps an' scape-wit them before I make you pay for that.//
I been more than patient man, waitin' an' times is finally changin' back.//
finally these wack cats' is facin' attack as I'm lacin' this track.//
erasin' fictitious an' replacin' it with factual, actual talent, ya-fake fucks can't even stand to tha challenge.//
yea you hit home, but you landin' off balance....

hook
{BLUNT}
I don't even know why you playin' this type-a track
why you play'n this type-a track? this type-a rap.
the type-a wax that's got me hyped like that.
thinkin' why this kid even writin' so wack...

{NONCENTZ}
and i dont even know why you playen this type a track-
your flow back-meaning your skillz retract-
you even know it weak unique only to the typical crap-
and you got the nerve to call that a battle rap-

NONCENTZ
Im the bad seed,-that planetd himself in the WARLORD family tree-
hot with flow even with a g.e.d- i spit degrees-
give me a chance to jerk rappers... and bust em-
your raps foreign.. and never should of made it past customs-
im supposed to be crazy, born perfection with brain defection-
clone me, and foreva have to face my reflection-
it’s deception, if you think your getting any kind of reception-
i threatend to battle you and you went into witness protection-
no miss conseption-
im precise to spit napalm with no hesitation-
writen in gunpowder so before i drop bombs you feel the detenation-
there’s only one inspiration-thats knowing you wack-
im so ahead of my clock even the time bomb i killed you with was 3 hrs back-
dissen me is praying for death suicide for classification-
fill in “TO GO BROKE OVER PENNIES AND CENTZ” for desired wages on applications-
im something you cant handle-
so when it says “WHAT Days Available” mark 365 cause ill rip you annual-
raps need practice next time ill bring you the dr.seuss manual-
put you under pleasure like a fat woman squeezing-
and my skills ill and sick my style switches from spitten to sneezing-
leave you bloody in an instance-from point distance-
like a fat chick on her period passing flachlence from her intestince-

hook
{BLUNT}
I don't even know why you playin' this type-a track
why you play'n this type-a track? this type-a rap.
the type-a wax that's got me hyped like that.
thinkin' why this kid even writin' so wack...

{NONCENTZ}
and i dont even know why you playen this type a track-
your flow back-meaning your skillz retract-
you even know it weak unique only to the typical crap-
and you got the nerve to call that a battle rap-

WEST
They call me west but no grudges bared if u get it mixed with best,do not detest jus let ma wordplay and meta's infest/
ma punches hittin u so hard they pumpturin ur vest and blastin open ur chest,leavin u heartbroken and me with no contest/
alls u wack mc's should get to straight runnin,coz if you accept a challenge ma flow and ryhme scheme leavin voters sayin west win that was stunnin/
i compare ma self to tha greatest men in tha history of rappin,pac,notorious,and big l,an like ma opposition they all deceased so if u got me in a battle u should get straight to flappin or i'm gettin straight to clappin/
sometimes ma rhyme scheme and flow is a little too advanced for some peoples,so to understand elevate to ma level where all tha greats sit on thrones and blaze up on steeples/
i aint sayin there aint no need for improvement,but i'm a student of tha game and willin to give it ma all,can i ask u a question,do u have that endurement/
i'm a made man and thats jus me bein real,if u steal from me u gettin butchered then sold to a chinese restaurant for someones sweet and sour meal/
when i'm on rb it's alot of play but mostly bout buisness,tha merkins aint nuthin personal so don't hold grudges when u remain winless/
tha opposition got me in front lines but association won't make u cool,u tha mark and i'm tha assasin an like Sylvester did Antonio i'm leavin ur body in a bloody pool/
when i'm on tha mic it gonna be a second round knockout,like cannabis if u come back for more i'm gonna have to finish u off by pulling ma glock out/
i'm a university student so i feel that i'm pretty smart,i paint ma way round a verse like a picasso so i probly should've studied art/
tha competition aint nuthin to me coz i'm grimey got all tha game and more,"last album was an eight this one was a ten" i'm elevatin like nore/

jus leavin u here with a lastin impression,i write ryhmes as a way of expression but if u a challenger constrain or i'll deepin ur depression/

This was Descent 8.2/10
you got probz wit dose cats
I got beef wit sum myself

yea yo.. hot track right here.. let's get the feedback it deserves

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Yo good drop here guys this was a good collab.

Peace

Damn dawg.... My verse is too short

no disapointments

Yo checkout ur Pm , I send u a message

Uppin

aight

uppin , Stop sleeping

stop fuckin sleepin

yo this was nice multies and wordplay...9/10

hmmmm is this the word~perfect that i know from VK and i think battled once?????

Thanks

WOW...................NICE COLLABO HOW COME NOBODY INFORMED ME...LOL I wanted in this


I like the verses,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Bash shit wus LIl...but nice..lol

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Yo any more comments ?

Peace