J.L. of B. Hood - Undaground Choppers 3 lyrics

(DNA:Verse 1) DNA what cha' gonna do?... I'ma hit them with the vers-a-tility Spit a deadly soliloquy Swarm of k**er bees Finna k** the beat BZZZZZZZ I'm everyone of them BZZZZZZ "Summon em" Coming up to put them in a coffin I'ma punish them I'm the krypt keeping, beat lyncher, meat stincher Feel the heat against your body about to reach up in ya I'm teachin yahhhhh Alll a lesson, follow the lesson Or catch the hollow tip if my teeth When i eat dinnerrr When you've been rapping as long as the DNA has WHAT.. Every second you spit you ain't gotta spray fast I could lay your a** down with the chill flow And penetrate ya with the Steel spiked dil*o Lyricism ho-ho when you're still cracking those gay jokes All up in the closet chilling with those gay folks I stay cold (?) said to hold back, Flowing like a rainbow There you go, think i'm gay, cause i mentioned a rainbow Which is a metaphor cause you don't know where my brain go "somebody thinking they gonna be finding the way of my Lyrical mastery, f** with the DNA making them flee away head for the hills a catastrophe, is coming your way I'm propping you up just like a trophy When I'm takin' a… hit on your opponent And I really wanna get to f** ‘em with the way I put 'em in a daze! Every time i get up on it I'ma murder any motherf**er thinking he can test me On the mic is DNA, I'm about to bring the hurt to ya This is Undaground Choppers 3, a**embled by Sprite Beatz with an elite group of choppers about to get serving You're about to get served by the lyricists murking ya On the search (?) To become a lyrical murderer Now i'm about the rest of choppers speed it up for ya Holler at me when you're fully recovered from ya surgeraa (?) (Verse 2: Hurricane) Chopping ain't about people not understanding what you say It's all about the timing and delivery that you display When you have a record in your racket and just go away, take it to another level treat it like there's no escape Giving it all you got ready to split it like a banana Hit it with hammers, ready to bang on it like blue and red bandannas. you don't need no manager to handle what you doing It's underground independency that can't nobody ruin Represent a culture has turned you into a soldier And you're ready to battle for it until the war is over If they come any closer to you you goin let them have it, go after them like a savage thats crazy and f**ing rabid Yawl goin understand me I'm a veteran with this I do it to appease you when I'm spitting it this quick They say that I'm different I'm a lyrical misfit Busting like a Tommy till the trigger go click click Putting them all in a coffin I'm ready to bury them I murder music, You won't have a chance to defend yourself when I f**ing lose it! f*ggot on the truest One of the best up out of Kansas City ain't nobody f**ing with me Tech said that very clearly Why you wanna try to go against the land shark Everywhere this n***a pop-up is a landmark I ain't playing man I got fans in Denmark And Alaska to the roll up on you in the dark This is the part where I make them a victim Slow it down a little bit and I shove it up in them I been doing it for years a n***a kicking that wisdom Never was a snake but I've been spitting that venom Mr. ape sh** on the track with them choppers Them deadly apostles, the verbal Purhanas Spitting like machetes the lyrical Jeffrey Dahmer's Minus the gay sh** you can get ate quick (Verse 3: Kamikazi) When i'm giving you the venom i love (?) Underground, never thought i'd put down like this Summon off a demon, never sound like this (YEAHH) Call me the basket case in every demon (?) (Hook x4: SplytSecond) You don't know what it takes to be a chopper (underground) Chopper, (underground) (Verse 4: K-Fix) (Fix n***a...) What you're witnessing is the pinnacle Of chopping at it's finest Representing Memphis It's Krucafix up in this b**h i'm about to k** it I spit it like heavy ammunition and The pad and the pen is the artillery You finna see me blow these n***as mind with On top of the beat it's proper execution with my timing combined with impeccable delivery flipping the instrumental when I feel the beat anybody struggling to keep up with the rhythm should consider early retirement I've been on my level way before twisting was even popular How could you not acknowledge that I've mastered the craft? Hop in the booth and I'm rocking the mic and I bet I'm a spaz in a flash with the speed of a cheetah Leave ‘em mad, if we clash Leave a n***a down bad, when I'm mad While Taking OFISIM (I'm a**uming this is slang for something) and then Imma Break 'em off with the [?ma**?], I'ma smash The opposition, point 'em with the Glock and I'm the sickest, and then the quickest to jigg When I smash on the gas Clap in a minute I finna be when they handle me Leave 'em wet up with the weapon Like the're showing the sound And I'm a take em up and put on up around my gun never jams kick the metal off and I'll shred em for the jealousy Man I put it together competitors Taking nothing for granted And I'm ready for whatever night the militia that's on the front line Doesn't really matter You're the funny type to come and seek about a n***a and you can have it fun and call it one time And that's how do it that mentality that I'm living with When I'm spitting, there's really ain't no motherf**ing punchline When i be rocking the mic I be giving the n***as the business And breaking them off with the lyrical heat and leaving with em this sh** and be leaving em tongue tied See we colossal, we chopping do the impossible Hottest, there ain't no problem Hottest up in the in the underground With my n******gs starving , light 'em up like a blunt 'n now No joke, shove it down slow poke em around(?) (Verse 5: Splytsecond) It isn't difficult to get em in the middle With a little bit of the venom, and hit em all up wit a bullet from a gun (Lyrical Akuma) SplytSecond is here to show you how it's supposed to be done You gotta be sure that ya rhymes are hot and lyrical before you decide to chop fast wit bars flaming up to melt plastic As in immediately after u became nothing but a carca** Put your body into a Deloaren so that you can get past it Combative hype language, I'm honored to be spitting with rappers that're my favorite But anybody that's wack I Literally leave him neck less The chopper that turn another to a Valentine's Day gift Even though You gotta dope Your bars'll be soap y clean you'll probably choke Get your arteries broke I got the blueprint to the chopping in my harmony flow So an example for all of you is what I gotta be Itty bitty piranha rappers I catch em in a fisher net Taking the opportunity I hardly ever get to wreck You should never diss a set with the Lyrical shenron In it summon me and you're gonna be granted a wish of d**h in a sec Connected I wreck it a definite level of intricate syllable schemes Unable to escape a battle it even if it was a dream Infinity is the number of fish in the sea so even if we murder you on a track there is no benefit Grabbing a hold of the clavicle snap it in half at a lateral angle A pivotal moment in history every syllable touching the ear of the listeners When I be spitting a rhyme and it k** em got all em jumping like Spider-Man off of the side of a building But on the radio they would a said I was dissing em On the 2nd Midwest choppers techa n9na said to be intricate but most y'all forgot that part cause you're not that smart, in order to go down as mythical you need to be lyrical but you spitting it typical You don't know (Verse 6: J-Battle) Toss a b**h in a bag when I'm coming hard on a track and attacking ‘em, breaking 'em off when I'm packing a chopper, the weapon Anybody stepping on up over the mic and I'm finna slaughter you b**hes, I steady be chopping up the session Verbally pistol popping homie, now somebody finna be dropping up on the motherf**ing floor when J Battle get to spraying Leaving the holes up in your body, we dropping you like a shotty, bringing the flows and we get rowdy, we ain't motherf**ing playing If you really wanna do it, I'm coming to set it up and take it down to the battlezone, I'm breaking you b**hes off until the morning And I'm warning you haters, you wanna f** with J Battle? You finna get it, b**hes got me madder than a f**ing hornet Through the lyrical storm and I'm loaded up to the fullest, I got the ammunition busting up at your head, I'm right above it I continue my mission up in this game when I'm rapping off in the underground, be snapping on competition, I'ma love it, playa Battle steadily bringing the drama and I'm packing a pump and I'm quicker to pulling my trigger, be dropping it, coming to chop and I'm steady breaking 'em, popping up off when I'm dumping up all on my enemies that'll be gone I be coming up bucking now steady be on it, Im running up heavily, Battle be choking and smoking the bud, I be loving to toke on the rillo We hitting 'em thick and I'm rolling so blowed it be getting me up on the mic and I'm flipping it, I'm gonna shine b**h you cannot f** with the vision, I'm in a castle, better get yourself together, you'll never be one of mine Put it all up on the line, steady be running up outta time, everybody out here slipping, but pimping, I'm in my prime And all you haters finna suffer devine and up in the night we got you praying to the heavens and waiting up for the sign When I'm flipping up underground, we taking up over the music, we coming too deadly with it bashing you b**hes up in the mind I'm foreverly popping up under the ground, when I'm chopping up all in my path and I'm dropping, I'm smashing it, bringing out some of the wrath, I'm on my grind (Verse 7: Mental cases) (Psikosis) Rip em, I'ma k** em, when i get em When i chop em with the cleaver People can't compete With evil in my body, pop a shotty Hit the moon (? I'ma murder this beat (Tha Skeptic) Dumping with the millimeter, feeling the evil Keeping it illing cause the feeling so real Steady trying to keep my sanity still on top of the multiple personalities [?] (Verse 8: Mizury) No beat is a hostage i spit toxic; eat em alive when choppin i'm labeled cautious when k**ing With a million syllables leaving a verse full and critical cause i'm an invincible lyrical criminal super up'd villain And i be chopping it up wit the rhythm holding the title of a k**a gorilla Born in the wild steppin and wreckin any village; godzilla Go getta in the middle of any season ta deepen the reason of a breathin Demon beating the weaken; seeking the dream eating the beats to pieces I'ma bad mother chopper dropping the heat and don't ever call me a dreamer cause This n***a dont believe in sleep When most be day dreamin believin on what they thank, i be grinding and defining how i eat by murdering 16's And im wit a team of some beast teethin lookin for some blood and they call me that mizury and ima little bit mizunderstood And i don't give a damn ill throw a temper tantrum; chucky of the rap game when i put my chucky on I'm tested with the best ta wreck ta rest that's left when taken their breath from they chest when the Midwest chants progress Making you possessed when spitting venom and the rhythm compress like i'm a snake striking my prey looking for who's next Well catch a case when the makin the AK mix wit the base so don't thank we ca-nt; we'll fill a page and define slaughter I treat beats like enemies when im bringin the misery and properly murder a verse like a real underground chopper Tech n9ne decided we to grimey for the world wide wit our fire so he hired a rap god over real monsters Cuz when it comes to this quick sh**; our tongue spits in tongues b**h cuz will lyrically paint a picture like a author I load em up when i be uloadin a clip and demolish sh**; my targets ain't hard ta miss when i be equipped wit these lips I take part in hip-hop anonymous stomping like a hippopotamus being confident shaking and breaking ya beds ta wake you up b**h (Verse 9: Kohn) Check out the method, cause nobody ever can see it, when choppin straight fire, spittin when I'm deliverin' makin it seemless, probably cause seein nobody ever defeated the reason for that is I'm attackin and spittin like a genius Pickin it up, get up and go, rippin it up at every show, underground chopper gotta keep it and I had to let em know, mind racing you know exactly what I'm saying, turnin up from under the rubble then they know that I'm not playin Spazing on and off the track cause I'm havin a bunch a flash backs, and then I felt like I was lackin, but now I'm finna take it worldwide from a home kid child all the way to the bash of the down when I'm stepping, I'm technically better than better, than veterans tactical method, but they could've severed they're head and then they get you, thinkin of breakin the game then I'm pumpin you a grave, cause there's a lot a motherf**ers that I hate now Preferably gettin a hold of a murder weapon is in prison, I just gotta call from the president, and he said to keep k**in the rhythm verses and I'm practically. so I had to take a quick moment of breath, and everytime I tried make to label, It was feelin like a drainer, I am not the one that you want to get in a room with, we got any demonical bliss Leavin em dead in a ditch, gettin my phone ready to go, just before slitting their wrist Backin and backin the rappers with the fast dab,hit em up with a [?] I got it crackin it like a bad back, fast rap, my flow you ain't even have that How to k** em off [?] when I find em, where the cash at? Fracture, [?] souly independent, rappin about your label, with creative freedom, leaving your body pa** capacity, then they bleed, it was Kohn! (JL of B. Hood) Concluded it was better for me to stay secluded, what it takes to do it, gotta be the k**er included Polluted em with fury the realer people are stupid they potent to be diluted i pull up and getting to it Dynamic i send a mendable pendant pushing the envelope they pull and talk and get in yo face Tryina pretend that they gon play you on the daily but really not within them, they not comfortable (?) on a different note n***as extraordinary general we a**embling we deeper we choppin we take the top and we come and get em we gon dominate (?) keep em on the minimal, confiscate the crown and the crowd has spread the ten of them Me and my headers hit the scene to show you the pinnacle, hit the weed up everywhere man its making me miserable I gradually graduated to the roll of the general, criminal agitated with you hoe individuals Now somebody about to get it cause im in the mood, thickest n***as come and go you know i didn't move Watch em keep watching my plans i got different views, and i gotta keep washing my hands like im fixing food Fictional fools sippin the old news, sippin the pro-2's laying sh** that get whole crews Spitting the flows true from the critics and nobles, women and murderers got a couple of go to's Let it go just get the top of a ba**sack, get to chopping going over the top of your ball cap Pulling like it was on and again fall back, dont nobody know what it is they never knew what to call that Chain reacts that brain making the (?), shaking up the cover theres something more when y'all rap Wake of the (?) i get to buzzing what y'all lack, break up a happy homie cause your lady just saw that (Crucified) Look around There's somebody keeping a keeper breaking apart, until they believe we're Coming and bringing a beat that we watching em, showing and shoving to up onto The balls we're coming to hurt, and I be making a f**er start breaking and Stuttering, couldn't believe they're following thinking “I'm sicker breaking The bottom, f**ing the liberal, look at him target it, look at him ducking it Making it a pick it up and getting him poignant” Toppin the clip and I'm coming To get em get whatever and I'm getting the time and I'm packing it all and I'm Making it over when I'm making it blow and I'm making it part of me, Smoking it By the jumbo giving the f**ers, I'm bringing em all so I can they gotta get Down when I'm bringing em over, breaking that summer, breaking them over Making it crumble, breaking the coma, making it wickeder, making a master Making a vision, making him pa**ing it till I'm tripping it up with the phone, I Don't give it, anybody I'm sicker and I'll be picking it up, but I'll be taking The pick and then making a bottle and not giving a f**, I'm shaking a bottle We making em piss and I'm making it, how do we be in the bucket and making it Gotta be backing and backing when I'm making em pack it, chopping em over im Making the slaughtering, I'd consider being the blacker making it probable and Giving a syllable, breaking em over and taking the loss and we're taking em Over, they could not be from them, we're f**ing em over, they bringing em Over, then come in chopping, breaking the possible burning in, making it Making em taking a busting and making em holler, making em pick it, making em Pick it, picking it cause I'm coming to hit em, sicker than when I come up and was Hitting up in them, but I thought it wasn't you, hope that we're topping the Clip when I get up, and you cannot believe that we're making the ritual, If I Attack then you will be a ghost, Spitting my wrath and you'll eat at your soul when You're paying the price that'll equal the most, then you cherish your life cause We beat you with post, and you thought I was nice but I'm evil at home, see the Best at the Christ when they feel lethal blows, cause we asking the pipe and I'm seeking some more, as he's pa**ing it like you were drinking some dough, he Was not, he was unconscious breathing was slow