[Manifest]
The first miss is that you listen, the second's in suspicion
The third is rhyme addiction, whenever I be spittin
I'm flipping better flows. I think in decibels
This is the desert and you're stupid wearing leather clothes
Don't get it twisted b**h, I'm good at evil sh**
Walk up in a church and make a preacher scream out 'Holy sh**!'
This n***as triple-six, but the reverse of it
Slaughter tracks sorta like the murders commited by Berkowitz
Devoted vocalist, overflowing explosive poet riffs
Don't play or beef with me, lyrics come to me easily
Sporadically transmitting freestyles, telekinetically
I burn heat with 3rd Degree emergencies, Urge Mcs with Urgency
Wage a whimsical war of written words with me
Prefer to eat the weak verbally
Speech is refered to as unique verbal surgery
[LouCipher]
It's LouCipher, cast out of heaven for throwing power trips
You need a graphing calculator to count the amount of clowns I rip
Cause once the instrumental drops, it's obvious the heads'll bop
And your mind will get molested
Like an unsuspecting alterboy with a dirty priest in the confession box
Cause any amount of bars with no hook will leave your flow shook
You couldn't come across a dope rhyme if you jerked off on my notebook
This Fallen Angel, stronghold affiliate
Will make even the hardest rapping thug look like a silly b**h
Always k**in it
And you must've lost your sense of touch if you ain't feeling it
A Strongholder of Mics the second I grab it
I'll stab your ideas till your thoughts are laid out in a casket
You've just been decapitated, put the f**ing head in a basket
Don't incite my wrath
Your writtens are the sh**, cause I used em to wipe my a**
[PackFM]
Yo, It's PackFM and strongheezy, roll like dice that's in monopoly
Game like Parker Brothers, n***as ain't coming as properly
You ain't on to that? Then, you gots to be... f** your thoughts of battling me
Forget about it, bout it, there's no limit to my masterpiece
This nonsense has to cease, cause Pack's a beast on the loose
Whippin kids like child abuse, once I put my style to use
Steppin' to me with an excuse is useless, cause I'm too slick
Styles are ruthless, leave you with no use for toothpics
My title's undisputed, but right now, I'm at my peak
Every bar that I freak opens doors like Dominique
The rhymes you kick are kinda weak, Definition of obsolete
You never felt this kinda heat, find my style hard to freak
Next time you feature me, you'd better put this sh** first
Cause cats will skip through the whole CD just to hear my verse
[Tonedeff]
I'm cursing any available rhyme-merchant
So, try purchasing 9 verses of my verbal a**ertions
Turning your words worthless
Tonedeff with Stronghold? That's like, Damn! No words to describe this
Even Bob Barker knows that it's priceless
Time to ignite this, I claim know things
And your Flightless, like an being Ostrich on a plane with no wings
Cause we be the bilingual flow kings
They won't allow me in battles anymore
Cause the clubs I hit are non smoking
I be thought-provoking, spit at pop-filters until they soaking
Leave wack emcees HOPPING mad like sapos screaming COQUI
I blow the f**ing house down in one PUFF
Regardless of how I sever hearts, it's One Love
Concealing my sk**s is a Tough Bluff
Like playing the poker with a straight face
With aces being the only cards that come up
Your whole crew is dumb-f**s they trying to front with they guns up
It's all peace, but in prom night fashion they get done up
I play for 1-Ups, but don't march to the drum of fate
If I got one life to live, then I rob cats for the other eight
And count it down, 1-2-3-4-5
The illest underground hip-hop, we bring it to you live
For 2000 Milleni-I, it's like that
If this sh** is off the chain, f** it y'all; we stole the bike-rack