Eddie Ill, D.L., Kwest Tha Madd Lad, Percee P, Swave Sevah - Swave Sevah, Kwest Tha Madd Lad, and Percee P Freestyle (A Long Rhyme Coming: The 1999 to 2002 Sessions Pt. 1) lyrics

Yeah, yeah, lacing this track one time for
My man Eddie Ill & DL yeah, it’s Cvees and
Swave Sevah i’m coming at ya, got my shit
Together yo, yo, 2G like this yo, yo, yo

I keep asking myself this
Question that I’m having
Problem-solving: why, when emcees see me
They stop bragging?
Could it be that they know
Already Swave Sevah is deadly?
Integrity, aggressively as success for
The gang longevity
Better show respect for anyone
Who decide their destiny
And all that trying to step to
Me is really not affecting me
But peep the recipe the chef
Emcee is slicing and sautéing
Seasoning, cooking
And burning those niggas disobeying


Not feeling what I’m saying, so I guess I
Got to tell the tale of
The maniac microphone molester
Deliberately, I’ll spark more wizardry
Than Uncle Fester and take the liberty to
Battle rappers for whatever but, still
I’ll get one who say they don’t
Have to taste the entrée
But it seems like niggas always want
To learn the hard way so when I boost up
Be prepared to throw your dukes up
I’m sick of you acting like you
Tough when you’re a fruit cup
Call your clique
You’ll be a dead man before your troops come
The members of my fam will
Kindly dismiss the rude one
Prone from flipping and domes
Splitting like lobotomies
My lyrical colony will turn your
Death threats to apologies
My mic is like a lethal contraption, so think
Hard before y’all asses all
End up eternally relaxing it’s my turn
Let the track blend you’ll get burned
When the wax spin
But you must learn what you slacking
And I’m here to demonstrate the
Way my rhymes eliminate
Penetrate your chest
Make you do breath of hyperventilate
Verbally making some people
And nerves incinerate
Fucking with Cvees, kid
You’ll get served like dinner plates
Just like that

Uh, just like that mmm kwest, Queens uh what?

Check my last ass-whipping recipient
I’ll rip shit lickety–split my liquidy spit
Quickly hit's what I sputter’s butter
Like Skippy or Jif
More spliffs make more skit's
Come at mass acceleration
Causing massive celebration as my
Ass excels the spaceship
When my mind warms and finds focus
I’ll swarm like locusts
On fields of wheat the weak feel the
Heat and see who the jokers are
My raps get so graphic like
Bashing brains with hatchets
My tactics will cause a racket once
You crack open my packet
I’ll separate spines from minds
When intertwined with rhymes
Sit Fox fast when I blast shit
I’m way ahead of your time
Climbing on clouds, styling
Disemboweling gods with howling
Throw the towel in when I kick
Like sick sounds from Shaolin
Aw shoot i thought you knew i also won’t say
"Who?" when you mention me
Been holding these technices in for
Centuries i’ll mention these
Wack rappers like blacks should do
Back of the crackers
Plus, my hit’ll smack up rappers counting
Backwards when I attack words
I’m invisible in my physical, I’m indivisible
Like nations under God make you wonder: God
Is He real or fiction? The diction kicks in
Causing friction like a backspin
My erratic actions cut you to
A fraction on instrumentals
I’ll use my intricate mental sort
Of like a pencil
Stenciling out simple sentences and
Leaving temples dimpled
Your ass is in a casket
Asking for aspirin you’re sweet
Your beast keep it saccharine
She’ll blast it masculine

Uh, uh uh, uh, uh uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh supply the checks

Known from Cali
Chi to LAX my respect and styles
Some try to get
But die direct from the side effects
You crave Perc’ ‘cause I'm
Well-equipped with predicate
You’re too delicate for this
Fellow flip, kid
You’d better get saved first
Call freaks pretty, no flawed feet
All sweet small peeks
'Cause my Stocks Exchanged
They're Wall-Street-stealer-slick
Kicking the illest hit's who kill us quick
When our building spit more rounds
Than Bruce Willis flicks?
Ideas and flow raise eyelids that's
Why kids make hybrid
Rhymes supplied with stuff this
Guy did years ago to grasp a taste
Have to place ‘em in a glass or case
And observe from a NASA space center
With a mask on face
Sharp as machete blades swear to God
Only card you will pull
Is Medicaid remain clean
I clean teams that became fiends, strange
Go through vein streams
Leave gangrene my name rings bells
Sick of you shit you do
Is predictable kick a few on your cut like a
Ritual piece words incredible
Some said I do sound like
A clever few that’s poetical
Theoretical nah, kid, you better do research
Thousand short
Files in court said I reproduce
So many from my styles
I’m fought for child support
Better shit, I’m clever with
Stuff fighters never did, except it gets
Hot like a beverage those that
Never hit need leverage