J Roc
All this bullshit people talkin aint nothing been real /
With this talent We got, We shit on raw skills /
Cant be trusted cuz our hollowtips bound to eavesdrop /
Bullets hit you from head to toe and make ya body bebop/
Our subliminal actions of a criminal assassin /
Cynical passion to kill while We at our pinnacle laughin /
At these bastards who get caught up in our rapture /
Fuck around and get captured in a global disaster /
This uzi like the movies blastin the side of ya truck/
And We kill our kids cuz they hang glide on our nuts /
Respect the Crew cuz we back once again to conquer /
Nationally and locally known as a war monger /
We gone psycho, Our automatic gives niggaz lypo /
Drive by to ya ride, nigga you better call Giecko/

WillNova
Lyrical Rapsody, create verbal tragedies//
Step wit audacity and get dropped like gravity//
This crew has to be, the realist rippas of them all//
scriptin scriptures of the law, ya hang like pictures on a wall//
victims restin in morgues, carcass hollow and embalmed//
display u wit crossed arms, preacher reading outta psalms//
playin wit harm, innovators of the top level//
hand u a shovel, betta off dancing wit the devil//
crews step and then crumble like store brand cookies//
not for rookies, get fucked up like prostitutes nookie//
so try and push me, me and J Roc will leave u paralyzed//
leave fear in ya eyes, u would disappear if ur wise//
ur chance to survive is low, we don’t need no fortune//
how u expect to defeat this crew, we jus a portion//

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Lyrical Rapsody