Kwyet, ILLmintaze, Era - Berzerk lyrics

This iLLmintaze, Kwyet and eRa
And we gon' break shit down real
Raw and for the betta
I love music I will control it
And shit on em rappers who ruin the lyrics
With some stank bullshit so flush it
If you don't know who I am
Be listening carefully
I dunk any MC's bars like Lebron
Plus fatalities like a red
Card from a referee
In soccer kick the balls like
A bitch to her enemies
But hold up, not to me bitch please
I flip you booty backwards like a penny
And smash your head and make it
Look like the concrete's bleedin'
And laugh at you while u weep as a
Kid watchin' Elmo die on Sesame Street
Boom boom like east coast
Bitches bein' suicidal seein'
Biggie's feet collapse on his flow-ical beats
And rest in peace for my role
Models but how can they
Knowing rap game isn't well
Complete with out me
On their beats that people be
Speakin' on for more views
Achoo, God bless you
Oh thank you but I don't
Need it I'm already blessed
By so many shit i have said
A couple tracks if you want, go repeat it

This track's berzerk
It'll leave you hurt in the dirt
Now your nerves finna burst
Boom Buxx deserves to be heard
I bought u a dress shirt for your hearse
I'm asserting my worth
And I ain't talkin' net cause I'm broke
But for the best there is hope
I'll slit ya neck for this coke
My style is fun
This song for the wildest ones
Going to clubs, Blowing a dub
Any man with a gang sign throwing it up
Turn a nightclub to a crime scene
Put a TEC to a label exec's
Head and make him sign me
Asian rapper with the oddest appearance
Cursing like a motherfucker to
Bother your parents pop pills
The hot steel will leave cops killed
If rap don't get me rich, the rocks will
I'm hostile to any one not real
Leave all em men slain
Swear an oath I'm insane in the membrane
My pad has the illest lyrics
Yours got pen stains this is the endgame
Big boss, I order crimes
Cross the border line steal all your rhymes
My nut will leave your daughter blind
Got no money cause the cops extorted mine
Quarters, dimes
& I ain't even talking on coins
Put a period to end my
Verse cause it’s on point

Turn up the system the pen is my victim
The meanin' is missing
The sins I'm comitting
I'm the only one to blame
Flippin' and rippin' and switchin' the game
Listen to what I written and
The rhythm I'm fittin'
ERa spittin' and sippin' the pain
Today's hip hop is sad to me
Is it real hip hop or parodies?
Stop the clock give hip hop charity
Don't stop and stare in your seats
Everybody get up we tearing the beat
I took a pen and a sheet and set it free
I'm not saying or portraying anybody
I'm saying take the game
To it's original copy
I'm taking the hobby to a different lobby
To where the top be stop being sloppy
Escalate it elevate it
Innovate it try to make it from hated
To appreciated verbally raped it
If this were to be tasted
You'd be certainly wasted
I guess if you heard of me
You'd be suddenly faded
The debt you must know
I'mma pay it with a berzerk flow
I might just go off
We all know we write to show off
But, I write what I know of only two shots
And already they lost the rooftops
Turn up the boom box
Rules gone cause we aimin' for new spots
Boom Buxx