CunninLynguists - 616 Rewind [Deluxe Edition] (feat. Tonedeff, Sankofa, Kashal Tee & Celph Titled) lyrics

Yo, first I sprinkle a verse
By adding words, rhymes
Flippin' 'em in to a verse with lines
Then i'ma hit 'em with spurts rhyme
Then i'ma let 'em and split 'em and add
Feelin' my wrath
Vagrantly depart to the south so dirty
You want to be given a bath
Give it a pathological lie to
Deny that i'm nice and the truth hurts (ow)
Wearin' a blue shirt the best
Buy for the price
Figure, Six guys this live and
Nice on the mic
So don't dis us because we're fly
Until you try what it's like
I'm liable to Slice at these emcee bastards
Leaving their knees fractured
Needing every piece of their teeth re-crafted
So don't front 'cause I see past it
You're harmless like wolverines


Adamantium claws when they're retracted

The scene's backlit
It seems static will wreak havoc
A beat battered, I'll keep rappin'
In leech battle, will dreams shatter
In three nanoseconds (damn)
Count your patients, One step to Tonedeff
You're gone in sixty seconds
Like Nicholas Cage is

I leave you riddled with basics
There's no need for complexity
To be beside myself I need God next to me
Just kiddin' i'm partially bull shittin'
The only time I take a loss pussy's
When I lose kittens i pitch shit past 'ya
No matter who's hittin'
I don't capsize boats
But, I got crews flippin'
You catch it? the message needs analyzation
Step and your boys will
Be pouring alcoholic libations
I flew sick, you knew this
I'll puzzle you, doofus fuck mental
In the stretcher went to a physical Rubix
It will take more than stick to
Rearrange it then change it
His language is so strange
How do we contain it?

You can't just paint this stuff
Up on a canvas
You have to get the mental picture
To begin to understand this
So, Anticipate defeat, the league chances
Got your head speared, no lances
Doing burial dances

I'm giving forty like with speech imediments
Each other threat causes confident
Cats to stutter
Step caught a reputation down the sides:
Too raw for porn overdubs
Plates of leftovers eat some warmed over
Thug's a jaded wordsmith
Bleeding ghost writer's pen's dry
Get on other rapper's nerves
Corroding dead, dried sweat
My thoughts connect
You ought to step away fast
It seems I gave cats "hey that's
The way they make tracks"
Forget a scare, I'm not generous, kid
Split society of and indented in
Independently sick
And this is just a quick reminder
If you was to pick a cipher
Then I'll bust you quick to Rikers

All expenses paid, no questions asked
I'll get open in the cut and
We can flesh your gash cat, relax man
The last time I took a breather
I got brought up on murder charges
Start the crooked finger

Yo, I'm not the fella to riff with
I'm so nice Mr rogers sued my ass
For copyright infringement
Roll with henchmen not, we'll switch heads
From wanna be thugs to 24 7 bitch kids
Topping my shitlist
Production cat bastards want jiggy beats
For some whack rappers
Switch my style if you're tryin' to play
My beats will maraud your ass any time of day

Like Deuce Bigalow's chick
Whenever your through shit
People see you and holler
"That's one huge bitch!"
Shit, when the LP rolls out
The source will be forced
To make the quotables a three page fold-out

No doubt, I'm fed up with this whack shit
Ballin the next gear
Wearing Abercrombie and Fitch
Any Jiggy rapper acting fly on the radio
Is getting pulled out of rotation
Like a Firestone radial

Kashal Tee, the hip hop scene I fathom
Let people know my windows belt
Keeps my jeans from sagging
It seems I'm raggin
But fiends been naggin' for my next release
I apply all my expertise to
Make them extra please, d
Even get the breaks to peace that
Make a brother feel this
All I do is independent, like double helix
Selling out? well I hope that you're not
But how else could you afford all
The soap that you drop?

You can't fuck wit me, yo, kid look
Taking me out ain't no small feat
You ain't bigfoot
You should know who the heck you're facing
'cause my reputation leaves no
Room for speculation

Now battle, is that you want to do?
What kind of man are you?
I bet you sit on a urinal too
Now that it's proven to you
You got a lot to tell us
Them got your heart skipping
Beats like acappellas

I'll be a cryptic author
Writing poems on tombstones celph Titled
That nigga you couldn't bring home
I'm at the crib wit your
Bitch givin' me slow head
Split you up in more pieces
Than when Jesus broke bread
My click is raw, be prepared when you meet us
Kill an unborn baby and
You still couldn't de-fetus (ooh)
I don't battle with rhymes
I'd rather battle with nines
Instead of using my mind
I'd rather shatter your spine

The closest you ever came to a punch line
Was waiting for refreshments at
The prom in '89
I'm super crafty, super nasty, super rhaspy
Fuckin' bitches with super asscheeks

You fucking faggots don't know
What raw speech is i beat a bitch untill her
Whole body turns to cleavage
I'm hyperactive so I drink decaffeinated
My left jab is fatal
Leave the cats decapitated!