Eddie Ill & D.L. - I.G. Off, Talib Kweli, and Hazadous Freestyle (A Trip Below) lyrics

[Intro: I.G. Off] Yo, what the dealie? Big Supernat up in the house. Reflection Eternal in the house. I.G. Off and Hazadous up in the house. What up? What up, world? Unsigned and hungry emcees. What up, world? [Verse 1: I.G. Off] Yo, it's me, the phonetician. With my doctrine I'll outfox ‘em, outbox ‘em, outrock ‘em, I'll top ‘em Off the D-O-M-E, I'll blow the S-P-O-T I'll make it H-O-T for any corny emcee You cornballs all fall. It's freefall—who want to brawl? Bring it all, bring it on. I'm leaving corny emcees encumbered One against a hundred and they're still outnumbered I'm the illest—you feel this. When they rhyme, you don't feel ya When I flow, you reconsider. I'm considered an enigma You get froze and shivers in your timbers from what we deliver I'll hit you with fatal blow to your arteries Break your f**ing ma** up just like a philly Split your left leg up ‘til I get up to your knee And then I'll watch your face while your a** scream in agony You don't want no parts of me. The name is I.G Period. When I deliver it, it's strictly inconsiderate And if you don't like it, you could just take it that way It's the Bronx and the n***a from Far Rockaway So, yo, Reflection Eternal, what you got to say? Next up on the mic, let your vocal style spray [Verse 2: Talib Kweli (of Reflection Eternal)] I'll let my sh** spray like a mist Doesn't matter. I'll come through like you get a kiss On the cheek. Doesn't matter. Yo, I speak the sh** That make the other n***as' sh** seem obsolete. These n***as Is weak. Yo, they'll get beat over the head with my beeper Yo, they get run like a sneaker by a n***a Who got no cash. It doesn't matter. I'm all up on that a** Coming through, your a** get head quick, fast Like you needed a break. Doesn't matter. I'll come through Your a** get eaten like a steak. How much more this Can I take? Yo, this beat is a winner. Got DJ Spinna Masta like a Jig. You was all in The mud like a pig, but I don't f** with swine Coming through, my mind is my business That's why I rewind if I said, “Do this sh** over” Yo, come through. I'm a commander like Cobra Yo, doesn't matter ‘cause I'm crazy like Eddie Yo, but, keep that on the Down Low, forget it Like it was spaghetti. You was a fugazi Doesn't matter. These n***as is "H.O.U.S.E."ing like Doug Lazy Or they're stomping like KYs. These guys Yo, come through, they get swatted like flies Yo, when I need some strength, I drink a Sea Moss Or a Peanut Punch. n***as, I get... yo, I eat ‘em for lunch Yo, I had to take a break off my job Working at Nkiru Books is kind of hard But, yo, I'll take an emcee and jab like a lighting rod Strike you. Doesn't matter. I never liked you Anyway in the first place. You was life from the worst race And the worst place. And, in the first place I'd have to state again, “Yo, you was not my friend” So while you try play light, my enemy, comprehend What I'm about to do to you: run through you. You Need to transfer from the two to the three to get a five Your style's not alive—that's why we call it dead Yo, these rhymes is crazy off the top of the head Or the dome. You split it in half and do me If I said your name in my rhyme, f** it. Sue me I don't really care and it doesn't really matter Come on, Hazadous. Just make the track fatter [Interlude 1: Hazadous] One, two. The H-A-Z in the place to be. Nah'm saying? Jigmasta thing, aight? Big up Uptown. All-the-way live. Fortified (No doubt). Uh. Yo, check it out. Cats be fronting a whole lot, so we're gonna do it like this. Yo [Verse 3: Hazadous] f** a gun. I'll load up my mind and blow crews out the frame What's your aim? You like Pinky and I'm The Brain I'm a man that knows a million different methods to bring emcees pain Stepping to the high? Now that sounds insane The concrete jungle made me Tarzan, so I guess you Jane My thoughts are long-range like the heat from the Sun What I speak is heard worldwide and celebrated in every slum East Coast to West Coast, it don't matter where you from We all the same—we love hip hop and we surrounded by cracks and guns Travel a million miles but you still can't run I think it's the city lights that make me so numb Drop it on emcees and make ‘em hit the ground like they weigh a ton Plus I got this on lock like I'm selling them long jumbs And, on top of all of that, I'm tighter than Primo drums Break you down like subtractions, split wigs to small fractions ‘Til the day I can grab clouds out the sky, I'ma keep stacking When I can't get hip hop, I'll bug out like Fatal Attraction Since we don't film movies, you can stop all the acting And we don't need Puffy dancing in our videos to go platinum Like that, son. You understand? We keep it clapping Keep it coming. Yo, um, black in brethren A lot of... [Outro: All] Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Like that, y'all. That's that street. That's that street hip hop right there. We're just having fun. Eddie Ill, D.L. Shh...