Gauge the Mental Murderah - L-Swift, Poison Pen, Breez Evahflowin' and Gauge the Mental Murderah Freestyle (A Trip Below) lyrics

[Intro: L-Swift] Yeah, yeah, yeah. One time. This be the Eddie Ill sh**, that D.L. sh**. You know the deal. So wherever you at, this mixtape in your sh**. [?]. From New York, n***a. One time. Aight, check it. Yo [Verse 1: L-Swift] New York, New York, big city of dreams Flash in front your eyes quick as a beam, sicker than fiends On the 2-4-1, iller than schemes to get Two more guns. Natural Elements pursue more funds ‘Cause this year, my n***as raising the stakes from day to day ‘Cause "Bust Mine" and "Paper Chase" was only a flavor taste Making space, you'll see what kind of mental we in And if your schedule tight, do the knowledge, pencil me in And then we could swing like kids in the park flipping the art And breathing heavy, yo. It's probably the sh** that I spark And life's a movie—what you should do is figure your part Take a spliff to the heart if you could read the script as a start Taking my sh** wrong is like a sniper missing the mark But we gon' hit you bullseye—I ain't missing the charts You know the deal [Interlude 1: L-Swift and Poison Pen] L-Swift: Haha. What the deal is? Blaze your feelings Poison Pen: It's Poison Pen [Verse 2: Poison Pen] Last cat to badmouth Bed Stuy slumped over in corner Lumped up with a steak over his eye. Molotov, I'm still Around. Back in the day, pa**ing bad bills around It's Poison Pen. Dumb cats should have realized George Washington is on the one, not the ten But now you know—you just learned something Tell your friends Stuy from Bed's bumping, embrace Around show wires. Flowing rapid-fire, make my stenographer Fingers get tired. f** BET. I'm on Channel 13 Rhyming for pledges. Word up, rocking a fat-a** necklace Who want to do this next? [Interlude 2: Breez Evahflowin' and Gauge the Mental Murderah] Gauge the Mental Murderah: Evahflow. Check it, check it Breez Evahflowin': We gonna freak it like... [Hook: Breez Evahflowin'] n***as never find another cypher just like this So you'd better represent ‘Cause these flows lead to mama baby drama, baby n***as never find another cypher just like this Watch these n***as represent ‘Cause these rhymes be the (Sureshot sh**) [Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin'] It go: ipso facto. Emcees shouldn't act so Unnatural. Bust a fat flow that will collapse yo Afro. My la**o be connected To microphonic pieces where my speeches is perfected Effective like the Heimlich maneuver. You, uh Catch it in your gut, clear out your wack pa**ages Emcees be praising me like Rerun did to cabbages You savages surrendered to superiority Go to war with we, the hardest crew become sorority There's already enough n***as fronting in here Ayyo, but bust it. Emcees can't cut the mustard with a chainsaw Get your style on. I'll flip like Krylon in a train yard I'll gain yard like Sanders with a good block. Hooks flock To spots when the Stronghold rocks, locking your knot In a steady bop motion. Flows like the ocean Plus devotion to the craft. Battle? You out your mind I know rhyme pays, but you need a week with nine days To find ways to freak it and still be a month late Who jump fakes and play n***as like pump fakes? I'll rock cleats, running on beats up in this funk race I'll write rhymes. Evahflowin' ever Going out for mines every time We going back like battle raps, so bones up in your spine You keep it real. We gon' hold you down and keep it fine Boogie makes beats discreet, the secret kind You peep it. I'm equipped with more thorough Track work than MTA in four boroughs Pulling on dimes like cools or Marlboros Emcees, ask yourself, “Do you want this?” More hungry n***as in that “how can I be dying?” conference [Interlude 3: Breez Evahflowin' and Gauge the Mental Murderah] Breez Evahflowin': Post-Poison-Pen, pre-Gauge. My man, lock down, engage Gauge the Mental Murderah: Yo, yo, yo, yes, one time for your mind. Flatbush, uh. Brooklyn, what? Uh, represent. Check it out, uh. Mental Murderah. Check it out, check it out. Yo [Verse 4: Gauge the Mental Murderah] I got the urge to set it off again. Gauge's navy softer than your inner Keeping ‘em shaking like a white chick bringing a brother home for dinner Years I've been a threat to you jack fakers Fronting like you're toting bakers when you're yellow like the LA Lakers I see you're eyeing me, but trying me avoid ‘Cause you'll face'll be a job and my fist is unemployed Get the gist? The smart say, “Yep.” This, this n***a's Depthness is burning like he got claps and got to piss The specialist in this trade. Stay in the shade ‘Cause I scorch more heads and thugs than change their report card grade Here to invade your mental through my dental So you winning is like the pope driving a rental Monumental when I die—my bones'll be a statue While onlookers watch and say, “Gauge, they'll never match you” Bat you with sharpness, [?] to disorder your sight You'll hate the day like the pimp, so be glad it's night For realie, n***as is silly thinking they'll win ‘Cause you're just a human being—motherf**, I've been Bring it in. What? [Hook: Breez Evahflowin'] n***as never line another flow cypher just like this n***as represent ‘Cause these rhymes be the [Verse 5: L-Swift] You want some hot sh**? Let me throw you a toast Your hocus pocus flows could never touch the note that I wrote Toke on the smoke. When I roll up, you'll say, “What is this?” Yo, pa** the Heineken and mind your business My mind is gifted, Elements Natural as f** So keep it brief like a pelican and pa** me a cup Back in the cut. Yo, y'all n***as want some action or what? You heard them other cats: next coming attraction is us Bleeding inside, got some weed in the ride. Perform like Evel Knievel and slide. Four in the front, eight in the back I got the people inside. My n***a Trev surround the exit We down to wet sh**. n***as sound pathetic Give pounds of credit ‘til I get crowned a relic [Interlude 4: L-Swift and Poison Pen] L-Swift: Ayyo Poison Pen: Word up. What? Poison Pen, yeah. What? [Verse 6: Poison Pen] Either you sh** or get off the toilet Son, don't make me reach the point of boiling. Mic fighting's Like lighting. Y'all aight. I'll call y'all when I audition for hype man. Yo, throw your hands in The air. You capable of that. Where Brooklyn at? Yo, you could do that. Just don't try To rap. Let this emcee handle this I crept through the back while y'all was s**ing off Canibus What I stepped up? A new notch Your crew got balls. Next day, your cypher's with 2Pac I rep the third rock from the Sun Stay in tune to this. Verses is molten lava. Baby, what? Return to Mount Vesuvius. On remixes They put me in front like prefixes Yo, bless this kid with them suffocating suffixes Yo, state your purpose. Why you in my mouth All out of place? I would've bust in your mouth If I wanted you to come out your face. Word up Check me and the Insomniac for photos. Food for thought Just because you ain't get booed, don't mean you ripped the show though It's Stronghold, what? Natural E Gauge, ill-a** motherf**ing emcees [Interlude 5: Breez Evahflowin' and Poison Pen] Poison Pen: Bringing it to y'all n***as like that Breez Evahflowin': It's like this. Check the flow. It don't miss [Verse 7: Breez Evahflowin'] The Evah expert Evahrocking, bopping ‘til my neck hurt Evah online, joining mnemonic on the network Evah on point. The Evahflow rocks the Earth, joints Be tighter than the skirts at Lil' Kim concerts I worked the on-and-on to get you all flow. Them never caught flow Of me and you and your momma, and I thought so The funky sock flow, the put-in-your-mouth-like-ock flow Rock so many kitties in the city. Where you from? Home of Too many rappers and too little deals Too many squares trying to act like they're wheels Too many chickens with seeds, too much talk, too little deeds While I'll be fighting with mics until my ears bleed The sheer speed of my verbs make your whole body tingle n***as screaming, "Woo Hah!!" like they're Busta Rhymes single Set to freak it. Sound Plus Rhythm formulate the plan Check out the verbal backhand. Even the ga**y couldn't pa** me I'm in la**ie—the luck of the Irish and two Lucky Charms The battle ends with your friends supporting you by both arms And it's on [Interlude 6: Gauge the Mental Murderah] What? No doubt. Well, check it out, check it out. What? Yo, yo, yo [Verse 8: Gauge the Mental Murderah] My second verse gets worse ‘cause I disperse a lyrical curse k**ing the first. Your night nurse couldn't reverse. I'm ready To burst, quenching the thirst of those who inch rock ‘Cause, like coke, [?] f**ing with my Verbal incisions. Crush your limbs like Timbs do snow So el uno papi chulo. Señoritas me dan el culo They do know I keep it hard, nuts like Rodman Barrage women, lost track of jaws I've done been it Pinning your thoughts to the rocks with writer's blocks While my stocks stay under heavy surveillance like Fort Knox Come by the flocks or the tons, bring your guns ‘Cause my duns is no a** like a strip club full of nuns Gauger. You heard of me like a burglary on your block That no one seen ‘cause I'm unseen. See, you nah'mean? Microphone fiend from the East. To say the least, worry Chumps be dropping mics in a hurry ‘cause they got nothing for me Blazing, son, to a raise and praising none Emcees be looking for a hidden stun gun when I'm done Bring it, comp [Interlude 7: Poison Pen] Yo, bring it, comp. N.A. Rock. Some Bed Stuy, Stronghold sh**. What? [Verse 9: Poison Pen] This Poison speaks in economics, not Ebonics. Who thrashes Emcees within an inch of their life, [?] n***as run around all [?], acting like The beef would be hot, but, yo, you ain't no f**ing rhymer