Da$h - Vice Verses, Dash, Toxic, Misseda Flow, and Yejide the Night Queen Freestyle (Lost Freestyle Sessions Pt. 1) lyrics

[Intro: Vice Verses] Uh, uh, uh. Vice Verses. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Hahaha, for the mixtapes in six dates. Feel me. Yo [Verse 1: Vice Verses] Bear witness: the sickest lyricist in existence Inflicting your mind every time that I spit this Technique of torture. Let's meet the author Of the best-selling head-swelling the felon has to offer Cross the line of logic, intro to insanity Hand me a mic, watch me wipe out humanity Calamities and chaos way off in a séance Pack a 9-iron but a n***a never play golf You ain't up to par. I'm verbally bizarre Bypa**ing your operations, taking your heart Transplanting, your man's standing with a dose of humility You lied ‘cause you can't stand it. Damn, dude, you k**ing me What I recite's last Vice will and testament to the ill emcee Bugging out, make ‘em need more repeat than a millipede So will you please see who you f**ing with? I won't let you slide—you ain't saying nothing slick Of course you want to bite my styles, you s**ling Get you open like Sesame—yo, on these Streets, you can't see me Like Snuffleupagus. And I'm done with this [Interlude 1: Dash (of Network Reps)] Oh, oh, oh, oh, yo. Stat Quo, that's my man. Ayyo, listen, Dub Z, that's my man. Ayyo, listen, Tru P, that's my man. Ayyo, there ain't a thing we can't do or place we can't go [Verse 2: Dash (of Network Reps)] Yo, heavyweight material on the plate Every state I done hit, I just flip and celebrate Stay traveling: Florida, New York, Maryland Camcorder when a brother want to flash back again Told my people, “Tell ‘em I ain't home when they call Dash” With the amount of payphone cats calling, it's all trash If you don't know it by now, we in and out, dipping No place to hang around—downtown, got recognition For hardheads that never listen, they got the roof off And the signs for the entrance and exit missing Don't got to worry ‘bout my life—I stay peace, Most High Let me walk with closed eyes, but don't sleep ‘Cause ain't a category made yet for cats that stick around But where your tape end? Fake friends, I'll spray friends regardless Rap cartridge in a compartment slot Target locked, so keep the door to the apartment locked, then Put the knob on your system to ten, stay tuned Live and direct with volume, listening in before you Ask questions on how Dash session's run. Lesson one The whole deal—stop half-stepping, son [Interlude 2: Dash (of Network Reps) and Toxic] Dash (of Network Reps): Aight? Aight? Toxic: Aight. Eddie Ill & D.L. Yo, yo [Verse 3: Toxic] I'm off the hook like I gotta quit it. I'll shove a pencil in your temple Write my name in your brain, leave a message in your mental Write some rhymes in your memory, make sure you remember me I ran up on n***as like calling Ferguson, caught ‘em on The train, ain't give a f** who I was murdering Innocent bystanders became a victim of a violent crime In their nightmare, they're seeing me busting a shiny 9 I'm so ill, the Ebola virus told me to chill. I'm ill I'm so ill, my f**ing tape come with a pack of penicillin pills Top of the line. You know thrills, man. I'll spark this No grimy n***as that sold their seed to the black market A moving target? I'll make ‘em mumble, bust ‘em in their kneecaps Such a waste of sticky like tree sap when it involves The big stack for currency. Evade tax, make The IRS want to murder me. No emcees equivalent Like manslaughter or murder or homicide, I k** sh** I'm out of order, run up in a church, commit a holy slaughter Guzzle all the blood and his blood, come walking out Pissing holy water. Respect me like Pope John Paul Before I get the pounds for you clowns. I got the deuce pounds The trey pounds and four pounds and the trey-pound-sevens I'm sinister—before you see me, I'll burn your eyes out Bomb ultraviolet sh** to make the ozone layer die out I'm solar-hot, hot like heat lightning when I'll be striking Spit three raps that melt the polar caps. My style's Grown fully—never prenatal, I'm fatal with mice Like ninjas with katana knives. If we were joints You'd be [?], I'd be [?]. If we was alcohol We'd be [?] and you'd be [?] I'll flow like H2—add some oxygen, that equals water Rhymes I kick, my styles be magnificent Like manslaughter or murder homicide, I'm k**ing sh** [Interlude 3: Misseda Flow] One time. Eddie Ill, D.L. It's the Flow who's wrecking. Yo, yo [Verse 4: Misseda Flow] So you heard Flow in the show when you're looking for more taste I'm seeing more flavor than the lips on a who*e's face Tracks I rip can knock the sh** out of Conrail Having your mom turning back for my raps like they're on sale Will impale and rip the new songs with just my two arms I'll rip more mics than b**hes clip coupons I'm scary like two blondes driving a u-corn In an obstacle course with some high-heeled shoes on Too strong, got it going on whenever night Or day I rhyme, your girlfriend say I'm fine and, plus, smooth I'll "Rule the World" like Kurtis Blow in the movie Krush Groove I starting rhyming in '89 and now I'm a pro at it Got your mind robbing stores to support him—it's the Flow habit Intelligent, handsome, and blessed since my born day Even crippled people breakdance when my song play I'm staggering, so anyday's a wrong day for battling We could stay at the roots or take it up to Madison Square. God, you'll pull your hair hard like some chickens wrestling Am I nice or am I f**ing nice? Pick the question Challenging me? Come equipped with your best game You're stupid like b**hes writing checks in the express lane I'll dress plain—conservative time swerve with the mic Like I was driving on the Hawk's Nest nervous at night [Interlude 4: Misseda Flow] Word up. And I'm out like that [Verse 5: Yejide the Night Queen] Chocolate-complected, heavily respected. My mannerisms Reflected by my seeds, then interjected How their respective traits, intellect projects their fate On this Earth as I birth this sense of self-worth So what you saying? I'll be the Mama Wise, the elder wisdom Recognize my stamina. I damage your aura Lack of horror on the Freedom Enterprise Without this black woman, yo, you can't rise To the level you was destined to be at. Some cats Don't see that and bring strife when I bring forth my light But that's aight. I still persevere. My peace and love Disseminates throughout the atmosphere. I'll cut ties Like Geppetto when I let go of energy not conducive To my growth. I'll take an oath to be three sea-level Above my adversaries. Their levels vary but never Reaching mine. I'm teaching rhyme sk**s that many, many ladies Don't possess. Since the eighties, I've been blessed With seeds, so Mama Wise know what the babies need. Now what You talking? You flossing with your fake hairdress Enhancing your breasts and your name-brand dress You can't contest without profanity. You say you not A role model—yo, that's insanity. When you in the public eye Then all of us are watching you—young and old look up to you But make sure you're a queen, not a s** fiend [Outro: Yejide the Night Queen] Yeah, Brooklyn representing hard up in this piece. What the deal? Yejide the Night Queen