Backspacez - 40 Ounce Of Freedom lyrics

[Verse 1: Humphrey The First] Word to the messiah about to spit fire You dare touch my saliva your heat stroke will go higher The mic's what I require When I hit the stage or I'll catch rage if I get no buyer To my tickets, f** that n***a Exquire Walkin' straight when I get drunk off This 40 Ounce, afro kid can't take my funk off Your flow's a joke you rap a laugh or you can either f** off And n***as lackin' rhymes trust me don't try me cause I'll put your luck off My syllables are more toxic than periodic table compounds without the ether "Phosphorus" I can k** you without that either Word to my n***as on the corner that call coke a rock that evaporates Give 'em a joint and watch as the smoke levitates (Rappers ain't ill) I'm sicker than the illest rapper with syphilis My sk** goes beyond Rap City boarder lines hittin' metropolis We tryna run PMB like the DMC in the Golden Era The era we tryna bring back for the cheddar [Verse 2: Izuna] It's the daemon of the hate mail So much work you could weigh it on eight scales Young Narutard bars scared sparring with the eight tails Spitting that halal raw carving from a steak meal Armed robber on a car chase who escaped jail Freer than a great whale Rapping like a monster sipping lava and just ate nails Making things to hang you from a motherf**er's entrails Powered up like Solidus Solid hits get deposited Stomp em into a pile of sh** As soon as a coward balled his fists Now he's all over the floor bawling and just apologizing Caution or this God will leave you left in coffins coughing without oxygen Driving a jalopy, couldn't care what the mileage is Shootin' rockets out the roof Decepticon Transformer sh** Modern Broadsword bard spitting barbed words you should call it quits Bahamut fire spitting from the vocal orifice Izuna curb stomp battle rap it's all politics That red bu*ton in an Oval office type knowledge the God ruler Raw schooler Broad hotter than Azula I'm ze Eisen faust Kazuya Calling out all shooters Can it like raw tuna Butcher em like Abdullah Wander in these plaid Pumas Confident wrongdoer They bite it like Dracula Hit 'em with that bazooka Invade em like paratroopers