Undergods - Freestyle A Chorus lyrics

Yeah it's The Undergods again
Canibus, Keith Murray, Undergodin' you out

I don't wanna battle you
I'll pay for you to rap at my sabbatical
And pay for every act that performs after you
Verse non-subversible
Remove your laptop before you
Walk through the terminal
Before I take it personal
One liners bust through the highway dividers
Oncoming traffic eyes' get wider
Power slide ya
Spit god, get the beer cap twist off
Sip the juice, it's all gone, I sip hard
What you gon' do when your
Worst nightmare come true?
Undergods crew, coming for you
A dead corpse with exposed
Bones wearing cologne bis and Murray
Microphone zone sharing Patrone
The fans hate because they can't
Transubstantiate what Canibus make
The hands change shape, turn into snakes
Smellin' the same way roadkill taste
We feed the underground Undergod fan
Base nothing but steak
Straight chicken teriyaki
Shrimp and lobster hibachi (yeah)
Stuff your face
The whooping cough make you spit up paste
(yo)

Ay yo
This is concentration on straight desecration
And capitalization on straight murderation
I love it when they
Underestimate who they facin' and get their
(they) head, chest, back, neck pushed in
This is close encounter of the sick-mind kind
My parasitical lines will eat you every time
I can show you how to make
A bomb out of tooth paste
I can fit a grown ass man in a suitcase
Silence breeds violence
Violence breeds tyrants
Tyrants bleed, nigga!
Don't you ever fuckin' try it!
Unorthodox, beat bumpin' like chickenpox
Turn that shit up, it'll make your ears pop!
Squeeze water out of rocks
God of the one-liners i Hip-Hop
(iHipHop?) make the sun shine brighter
When you put together both
Our infinite styles
All impossible things are possible now
Nigga fuck a hook, we don't need a chorus
It's The Undergods
Y'all ain't got nothin' for us

Eyes in the darkness, call us
Freestyle for us, fuck it
We freestyle the chorus
Plug the microphone out
Choke em out, foam at the mouth
(uhruuhu huhuhuh) Is that a moan or a shout?!
I interject to disagree with respect
Even the best ain't fuckin'
With The Undergods yet
You wanna torture me, tickle my feet (uh)
But don't tell me it's easy to memorize
What I spit to the beat (yeah, yo)

I got non-fictitious sadistic flows
Scriptures of death like the Dead Sea Scrolls
Y'all niggas is the wackest
But always think y'all better than niggas
Like a bunch o' crackers
Weak niggas don't test me, I'll fly heads
Yeah…you know how we do, yeah
Sorry, sack of shit, son of a bitch
Put a gun to your head and
Make you suck a dog-dick
We the hardest mothafuckas since MC Ren
Circle the block, air it out
Double back again
You can't fuck with me and you won't
Before that happens, dog
I'll cut my own fuckin' throat
I'm electro magnetic in the studio session
You a square head nigga
Like Charleston Heston
So anyway, you's a dead nigga
You might as well put the
Burner in your mouth
And pull the trigger, nigga

Yeah it's the smoke-out brothers
The smoke-out brothers smokin' you
The fuck out (smoking you out)
Burning you out and we smokin' niggas out
YEAH! Without a doubt
Canibus, Keith Murray yeah, Undergods
Respect that artistry when we
Bring it forth too, man
Word yeah
You know how The Undergods put it down
Underground sound all around