Vakill, Crooked I, Juice, Rhymefest, Nino Bless - Beast Ballad lyrics

Ey i swear there's nobody in the industry
Fuckin' with Chicago rap niggas believe me
I give it to you niggas if you want it
This for you, Va what up, P

I'm the grimiest nigga
With the weapon, I'm smackin' ya
A legend like Acura
Plus I'm ryhmin' with vigor
With a better work ethic
They say I might-a been Jigga
There's no regrets, the flow
Is wet, my nigga, cry me a river
Exceptional vernacular, weapons spectacular
And I'm never satisfied
Somebody grab me a Snicker
Named J-U-ICE like the diamonds that glitter
When rhymin' in a blizzard
Seein' me's like tryin-a get
A lining with scissors
Plus I'm throwin' back a fifth


Of that Dom, my nigga, it's fryin' my liver
Supplyin' the piff and they
Fryin' in infinite
I don't even gotta try to get ignorant
Like Theo and Vanessa dad I can deliver it
Plus I do it just to brag
I am an intricate rhymin' wizard
Intravenous dope up in every rhyme
And I'm spittin' it
It's like I'm puttin' coke in every
Line and you sniffin' it
Plus I carry a nine, Terry Shine
I'm rippin' it "Rhymefest"
("Rhymefest")

I am not here to spit
Metaphors or create dances
I am a can of whoop-ass ready to open
Willin' and hopin' you would provoke him
Try to insult me
I will punch you in yo face
Until my fists start smokin'
Till my hands start soakin' in the blood
From the wounds that was open
From the shit you was talkin' out of motion
I'm emotionless
I beat you to a Pulp for yo Fictional
Some old John Travolta shit, hocus pocus
Bitch it's the magic show
Spooks disappear down the rabbit hole
LJ guerilla warfare, my shit's tactical
I hold grudges, see it's better
Do not touch it
Fuck with, walk away from me, man
Say "Fuck it" you don't want it
Get stomped by the Brown Hornets
Vakill, Crooked, I and J, we all on it
Keep your friends close, your enemies closer
Fuck that, kill your enemies, yo
This ain't Oprah we gon' ride

(Oh ohh) "Nino Bless"
("Nino Bless")

Look I don't give a fuck
My motto is live it up
Keep your glass half full, see mines
I fill it up
You want war, please, give it up
The gig is up i'm sick enough to penetrate
The before this vinegar
Yes it's Brooklyn's crooked minister
Spit conscious shit
Then push some kush when I finish up
I administer the sickest of scripts since
That Indian that wrote the script
To the Sixth Sense
You lames spittin' should quit and
Go back to 'caine, bitches
'Cause you insane, you must brain simpin'
Got your blood on my blade drippin'
I ain't kiddin'
I pierce your chest like a, you lay stiffen
Dog, I stay trippin', you know I was playin'
Pimpin' i end his life cause this wasn't
In G and Kane's vision
Yeah I'm game uptown for that same mission
Aim-clickin', bang-spittin'
Flame sick as Twain's diction

Yeah, even though I'm holdin' hot burners
This killer is colder than hyperthermia
A single round spin you and sit
You down like a hernia me and Rihanna
We got a separate definition for 'disturbia'
I'm mentally disturbed, nigga, I'll murder ya
That prrrat put a peephole in your flesh
A keyhole in your chest
Then I open up your torso
Just like a door, so death can walk in
Negro, I'm depressed, please, know I'm a mess
Send you right upstairs
Gun treat you like them
Billie Jean sidewalks
The way they light up squares
Yeah, kill kickdrums, tie up snares
Wanna describe my flow in
One word? Try 'unfair'
Tireless nights I spit fire
Into wireless mics
'Till I expired it's life
Until my life expired I'm fly as a kite
And I'm firin' iron that'll turn any
Iron Mike into Brian McKnight
Mmmwwaaa, good night "Va-kill"
("Va-kill")

I'm hate's Cupid on a
Poison-tipped arrow assignment
Strapped until you're powerlinin'
My barrel alignments never minded enough
Exposin' bone marrow confinement
Non-rhymers' subconscious is vicious
Only pussy gettin' past these
Bars is conjugal visit's ganja exquisite
When inhaled conjure a vision
Explicit as point blank with
A rocket launcher
My physic's the Lord's best-kept secret
Swept under His rug
Cracked the earth with a thunderous tug
I work wonders with slugs
I'm a blunder with blood
It will spill until the angels come
And plunge in the flood thugs at fist point
This that new Chi, necks frosty
Bars is Windex-glossy
Next costly mistake I'm squeezin' Tecs
Any nigga that plans to ex-off me
Ain't got two snowballs chances on
An anatomically correct Frosty
You ain't heard no bars
That's inhuman and wild
Mushroomin' a cloud till all you
Bitches consumed in a pile
God and Satan reunion is now
And if Obama gets shot there'll be more
Blood in crackers than
Fuckin' communion allows
Can't shit breathin' dishonor these verses
Only cracks you'll find in my arm is 2
For 5's if the fuckin' economy worsens
(Oh my God)