K-Fix - Undaground Choppers 6 lyrics

[Verse 1: SplytSecond] Are we really doin this again sprite? There's been five intervals so, lets cut the underground into pieces for the 6th time in a row You get the scissors and I'll get the mic You can line up the rappers we can turn em to confetti It's the time that I know that remind me to flow at the starting line we go are you ready For the chopper Underground and you better honor us Stack up your ammunition and ready up ya armor cause Taking shots at me I'm dodging em and put you in this hell You'll deal with more missed shells (Michelle) than president Barack Obama does And if you're thinking of stopping me look at the prophecy give an apology You can stick it I pick it apart cinematography I'm bringing upon the beat Approach us with hatred accommodating you then you will realize that double S can be something you don't wanna meet (Five) Ain't no way that you leaving alive when I come (Four) You Voorhees style through the front door (Three) seconds is all that you got remaining on the clock (Two) Run cause when it hits (One) you're done Got em reading off of the lyrics it's difficult to follow When I'm blazing down the interstate a foot upon the throttle When I splatter the wall with the haemeoglobin and show it off to the public is how I'm modeling a mottle better get a bigger bottle To be able to stomach when I decapitate at the capital leaving em captivated To get a payment or be vindicated for debacles Gripping a pair of the triggers I'm finna be ripping and tearing the ligaments Quickly then it gotta be "Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto" Y'all better calm down you in need of Tai Chi Thinking you could ever rip into a track like me You was asking for it here it is with DNA to be a Tru Lyricist Doing it lightspeed over the Sprite Beatz [Verse 2: Big Loony] I'm an individual that gets critical with my syllables, I murder you I promise you n***as to look at general, I hit you with this verbal abuse and burn you with chemicals I murder a n***a then hit em with venom and I get the torch I'm rapping for Colorado n***as don't wanna get in with me, lyrically chop em like helicopters merk enemies Smoke in the facility packin heavy artillery, its kind of amusing to see other choppers that envy me Hit a motherf**er th'end up and run from the hood a b**h f** withn the n***a Loony and the body parked in the ditch If they really wanna come and get it with the chopper that dump a clip, I f** with the brainsick cuz I hit you with voodoo Inside of my brain they say Loony is coo-coo Assa**ination, verbally I go through you You will never catch it, that's how we do the victims Come up can't throw me a hundred prescriptions Somebody better told to get away I'm a demon We cannibal, the house have me (fetty?), no we come feining A little bit of brain and guts, tell me I'm a heathen You really wanna meet the chopper? Imma bring in [?] [Verse 3: Hurricane] Getting right back on it i'm murdering my opponents, when you hear me on the record, i'm doing it how i want it I'm a general, let it, when i spit it i call the shots and i'm bout to be bodying the n***a up on the lot I'm articulate but even when i'm stepping in the booth imma boot it like a ninja that's giving people the juice When i'm choppin and imma be an anomaly come great, anybody wanna get it can come and meet their fate I be taking a minute break and bust em like a grape, fully automatic you n***as are 38s When i'm stepping on the pedal i be going a little faster, a lyrical Johnny rocket people calling me Nasa Poop on these n***as i'm sending love to they master, a legend on the mic and i go to another chapter Everybody wanna hear it they be looking for the rapture, and i'm like that, let me get into the slaughter Creeping up in the back not gonna believe that they digging the penmanship Pulling and bullying n***as that come but they stopping we did it shoo Really be going to pull up a battle and not hesitating to come in to strike in the booth with a n***a they k** the sh** Said i am what i am and i've been what i've been everyday from the start my n***a Living eternally through the dark my n***a, all on my cover better stay sharp my n***a What'd you think about it, how'd it feel to you? kansas city n***a when i hold bill to you And you gon pay for a number in the build to you, if you try to run with it imma put the steel to you Do it again, better again every time, instead of tossing this spitter they would be lying Can't come in here imma go crush your blinds, keep bumping Murder Musick till i'm out of my mind [Verse 4: D-SPillz] Straight up out the city with no pity, call the witty let him pick you up and lift you like a twister wheel Then i take it to a trip a new dimension with a b**h who s** a dick i spray the p**y when i hit em when i f**ing spit it Take a microphone an automatic gun i'm out to get a pick of chala, start collecting all the blood up and they sacrifice They bout it to they willing to top they baffled when everybody talking how like they crazy till somebody did it Now these motherf**ers scared that a real chopper taking all they blood if course i'm k**ing but they will not Talk about they come up from the gutter and no k** hot somebody run on everybody f** around with Spillz squad Get a pill popped, [?] and i'm filled with adrenaline k**in em when i pick a pen and i heat it Get it real hot, breaking the b**hes off of their f**ing then i spit it, imma throw it like a sizzle in it Bout to murder with my murder weapon, anybody lurking step in the wrong direction imma serve em heaven Bout to shot em to the lord i let em [lapped?] and up and ready to [?] me to the treasure right when someone get em Hey lord, since i was a little one i been a psychopath and mastered all around me was a little joy I tried to play with the all up and normal kids but they was looking at me crazy when i start using a ouija board Are you willing cause the evil that's impending has been taking my ability to really see a figure of me And so visually i've been in a cemetery looking for a life so distant from my wish that was it Well this is the darkness, this is the path, this is the underground Come and step into the legends of my sector and the pistol saying [?] i think that'll finally go out, bang! [Verse 5: Kaoz] Put me up inside of the booth with all the lights off Spitting nothing but the truth and I will find y'all Motherf**ers always talking the sh** mane they talking that sh** make me pop in the clip this is my fight song f** your b**h and have her weak at the knees Give her the dick and have her sleeping for weeks You can prolly smell the p**y on my breath whenever you speaking of me And if it's war then f** bringing the peace! I got a lot of pride, ain't afraid to die and I swear to God I'm a lightning rod pointing at the sky up in a thunderstorm Hear my battle cry, are you scared to die? You ain't gotta lie if that's the case then what the f** you running for? I'm a demon, you can feel the fire from Hell coming out of my mouth with every breath that I'm breathing Sickness is the season, and I won't stop ‘til I cut their heart out and they're bleeding Thinking of making a stang that will make me a couple of billion bucks and get buck as I'm ripping the heart out of the mic and then making it wicked, the poetry working me up Tell me they ain't worth a buck Gonna have to empty your salary for a verse and Donald Trump ain't even worth enough! f** a fake rapper I will make chapters calling all you motherf**ers fake actors Disasters of rapture, rip your p**y-a** inside out and backwards… I'm not here to play kumba ya (All you have to do is bow down and look into my eyes!) I'm the product of the Wrath of God! (Nowhere for you to run and hide, yes, everybody has to die!) [Verse 6: Bonez] Chop it up with me now, let me hear that spiritual Ready for the battle really want it? Gotta drop it on em nam, nam, viet, viet So stop or me cut ya down, I'll give em the usual Bloody body leakin' probably did it on the weekend I'm gone, not, here, here Crazy motherf**er never to make it up, on my mind fake it till' they make it why are they thinkin' that'd be all right? Pull the b**h up out em then I leave em at the bottom rottin' f** it cuz they're f**in up the game (Really gotta go and get it) x4 (My time and my pain) Who's this motherf**er think he is, bone thugs n harmony? Bonez is trash anyway f** that mother f**er, (7-0-1) This is where I'm supposed to rap really fast, and entertain all y'all, y'all f**in love this bullsh**, f** it I'll play ball I'm outta North Dakota sick of freezing on the the corner so I took it down to Florida and I hoped you didn't notice But the money was important we were gonna take it over but we're troubled and we're broken I could see the devil hoping that we'd fall apart and break it down I'm never gonna take an L I really gotta make it now or take a bow and fade it out A better way to say it than I really kinda hate it now? Failed the tox report the f** y'all talkin bout? Double time a minute and I keep up with the speed of light, a mothaf**a thinkin that he's better to we need to fight? Takin' it back to the beginnin' Never gonna get rid of em Stickin to the story with a needle and some free advice [Verse 7: Mizury] Packing semen of a demon being a heathen beating seeds in any region making a legion while I'm reading it like I'ma rapping yakkin Charles Manson While I be given a reason for you to believe in I'm a beast beasting it every season teething and feasting feeding Off beats like I'm treating myself for my own personal satisfaction Acting up acting out with the action with tactics putting tax on the verses im no freestyler my style isn't free febreezing it fresh with the way that I be serving up the motherfuking murder When working overtime being a hard worker performing that lyrical serial k**er horror Halloween when I'm on the scene making it reality Optimiz Prime sort of like a Transformer While packing a quarter of dab like a disorder dabbing upon these motherf**ers, swerve When I hit them with the words merged in a verse converted in a sweet entree serving dessert first Chopper tongue twisting it with a curve ga**ing them till it burns I'm that Chopper they warned you about to ask around about me to get to chopping properly and when you ready to pay attention and stay steady and learn Oh y'all don't see things the way we be seeing the action Burn the stage down with some TLC like it's left eye playing with some matches Space shuttle flow from the mo better hold on never will I be a Tech 9 my Rhymes are to Gatling gun Stunting as the white boy bringin that white noise being a little bit strange when I bang avoiding you average f**s I be sh**tin in the booth like a porta potty while rocking a potty mouth dropping two's just to piss out number ones Staying suited and booted to be a party-pooper when I'm losing my sh** because b**h i stay sh**ting in the club FINISH HIM Bigga the n***a the bigga the figgs the godzilla in k**in with the syllables drillin em full in any venue when i pull the heater fire breather Drinking ether by the liter my meter staying full no sleep for the wicked I'm living a dream makin it a reality with a salary with the talent that I was born with like a leader given Wisdom listen to my ignition Hemi ripping with the cyborg flow with the ambition to slap you b**hes out of the bed with a Folgers can to get you to wake up and vision Us underground choppers on a mission Worldwide Choppers all over the world riding a beat with ease collecting money because that's our motherf**ing business MAD WHITEYYYYYYY [Verse 8: DNA] It, is the DNA, the one That y'all love to speak of Don't test me on the mic cause I Will f** your weak sh** up Open the door! Stepping in looking like I got em all choking some more Oh it's the lord, of the underground outdoing em with the sick bars and the chorus and it's hard to ignore The way that I murder these motherf**ers with this lyrical art they adore You're hoping for another dope DNA verse? Well imma leave their blood all soaked on the floor, like "don't slip!" Oh sh**, whoop time to get it! Creeping through the dark like it's The Chronicles of Riddick acidic with the spit I can hit it like Alien did it Mailing a ticking explosive to your mom, she opens the mailbox then BOOM Blood and guts all over your residence Then I'm kicking in your door and I'm leaving with dead presidents it's evident I'm leaving no evidence bipolar off of the medicine beheading them With the end of the axe blade, you can ask Blade You little f*g vampires get your a** slayed Marvelous with the tongue twist carving sh** Like a Jack-o-lantern backing into your yard Accidentally flattening your dog, then I'm Up in a game with a popular presence Gonna be here and money irrelevant, gonna be ending your life with a telekinetic sick edicate, never to edit it Bloody redding em with the blood of the innocent it's a pity it's a minimal effort for me to do it! Sixteen years got you saying "aww screw it" I'm the truest like Double S in the Lyrical Akuma And the movement is immaculate packing em in the sewer, if they step to us we're set to bust like BANG It's DNA motherf**er, cherish the name, motherf**er, catch a lyrical aneurysm in your brain motherf**er, I'm Up in the game and I'm bringing the pain I'm mopping em all and stuffing em all In the attic attacking and hacking em up into pieces I mean it I'm steaming and eatin em all! [Verse 9: Interchopper] Gotta be kidding me you must be thinking what if I take to the next level Demonous wicked style guess who's gonna chop it up all the way best? Chopping through lyrical patterns without a rest, you don't really wanna cover it, step back You better get out of the way of pro demon it's harder to slaughter it I'm a f**ing beast, listen to my venom I deliver it with a sick Chopping every syllable with cobra's venom spit I'm ready for part 6, it's a hardcore revenge b**h Time to speed it up go in like, Flash can terminate time's fractions and then beat it up Lightspeed beats supersonic sound but not a big deal, it starts loosing when Interchopper's flowing fluid Every chopper is gonna be melting, beat rhymes with top speed And nail it with breaking through speed limits without a rest Nothing is wrong with my accent, you are just too slow for my word patterns If you're acting like a chopper chop it like a monster, don't be slow-a** raptor k** a beat with a fast flow, it's a burst show, every single time I'm wrecking it fans want me to burst more I won't be giving a f**, will just wreck out the track and then top out the fast flow Combined with a demonous speed it's marked as a top row Show em lyrical slaughterfest and they think you're a top doe Taking em over I'm making it harder to catch up with demonous tempo don't mess Nobody wanna be battling me, step back I'm sick of it - you get it? Check out the rest Hoping I'm stopping the energy coming from breaking through particles with lyrical flex You don't really wanna turn it up, Imma be motherf**ing blazing your head (be motherf**ing blazing your head) YOU READY? They don't really wanna 100 when I run on em Getting in this sh** and then I'm twisting like a legend imma put em all up in the coffin And nail it with the syllables getting out of my tongue Flowing on lightspeed on Top of the Line beat, no one can put out this fire [Verse 10: LîL hØllÖw] HØllÖw ain't f**ing around I'm bringing 'em undaground chop At the top of the choppa roster coming to get your brain popped When I'm popping em off wit lyrical toxic venomous drops Then I'm spitting and racking the victims thinking that hØllÖw's on rocks Leaving the cops checking the blocks when I detonate these bombs Spitting a boss Holocaust with a nuclear exhaust Figured they mosh f*ggot I'm gosh s** a Medusa head of co*ks I'm f**ing Pandora and Lemarchand wit the same box You know that hØllÖw finna wreck it when you bring him on the beat Like my tongue is made of razors and their cut up when I speak I leave em laying on a table full of organs when I feast Then it's Doctor Satan that's taking em over and make these hoes bleed I spit frost over sheets that target tarnish your heat And lead you all to the peak of lyrics carved in the beat I know it's often I reap a rapper talking wit speed And when it's dark I'm the werewolf Shepherd guarding my sheep And I ravage through getting shot bullet silver man or not Ramming poon from your thot f** her make her p**y rot Get a crew get some Glocks you're never gonna f** wit us Your homies thinking ya spitting it hot till I run through and chop Like how many gonna be bringing it when I'm coming and spitting it belt fed? Hopping on top of the track and coming to rip this sh** like Sprite said HØllÖw be doing that crap and you know I'm throwing that sh** that melt Fed's Verbally heated I'm popping a clip and leaving on your d**h bed DNA recommend finna bring up the choppa that helped shed Lighting up onto the comet that's soaring infected ready to bring d**h It's plaguing em all when I'm spitting up on it y'all know I don't need breath It's hØllÖw popping up on em wit the undaground chop shibboleth Focus on my lyricism how it give my flow precision Mix it wit my tho'd condition Ouija boards and soul addiction Then you got my full attention anatomic x-ray vision Looking through your composition smell your fear and high contrition [Verse 11: Fenksta] Sprite Beatz me zvao da mu pomognem na traci koju čuješ Da ju razvalim sa svom svojom snagom, mic-a da se domognem i pljunem Sada mjeriš se u ovome sa klasom, zato stani u red Poput papiga se ponavljate, nije samo par vas Jedete mi prašinu kada ubrzam, stanem na gas Lav i blizanci protiv vuka, ovo crvena je svadba Ostajete bez vrata Jedan slog pauze za mene da dođem do zraka Samo djelić sekunde tako da nastavljam da bacam Magic-ova rima više neće biti sama Sad je stigla smrtna bolest sa Balkana Ako riječi ne znaš izgovarat, nisi ti za ovu stvar Brate, sigurno to znaš, još da bacim jedan bar Bez da stanem i grabim zrak, underground-a ja sam kralj KUGA vas pretvara u prah Choppanje na hrvatskom je puno teže Za mene to nikad nisu barijere Nek je amerima lako slagat rime Ipak jurim ovom trakom kao Barry Allen Šta da kažem, koju posluku da poram Neovisno, od vas moram uvijek ispred biti jedan korak Fora nije kad je moja konkurencija prespora Za tebe sam noćna mora, da me stigneš si primoran Stoga ubijam sve redom ko od Kendricka "Kontrola" Uvijek odlazim u napad sve dok ne dođem do gola, bolan Jedem ovaj mikrofon, tretiram ga ko hrana Svi su mi nakrivljeni, znači nitko mi nije ravan Saitama-san sam, samo super stvari stvaram Stari, hladan kao bura, trakom sada haram Došo sam do kraja, zar ja nisam kren'o tek? Zapeo je text, who's next?! [Verse 12: Tonik] Now you dealing with a spitter that can chop it like a veteran So if you wanna go to war I'm showing who I'm better than I'm feeling militant and you don't wanna hear the truth about me topping your favorite it's hard to swallow like it's cinnamon I gotta be the one to pick on a wannabe Man, I'm sicker than high degrees Like a doctorate So I'm proper with chopping like a surgeon You don't wanna give me the urge to purge Because I'm rich with words and you're broke You can hit the curb and get smoked Like I hit the herb but you choked I don't think you wanna be the victim When I pick up the pen and I pick on the enemy Hitting the level to rip it I'm flipping A sentence for the wickedest ending So if you're lucky to be getting the remedy I'll get ticking to blast off And ripping your mask off Ridiculous with it you think I'm tripping off bath salts And when you get to break it down, you getting the cast off Because you're not limited But can you keep up to speed? I don't really think you wanna see You getting served like hot cup of tea When you try to get the legitimate rhythm and delivery I'm finna be ripping the track and I let it burn like a sinner be Get it cooking like dinner be When I flow it's going colder than winter be So be ready to back away when I get to chopping I'm dropping anybody that is looking like an enemy Nobody wanna gimme the mic cause they know I slaughter Like a father protecting daughters They thought I was like a problem Well I am when it come to chopping I get em in a million pieces Easy Or Im'ma double em up get em beat like I'm Breezy Then I gotta find a spot to hide the rotten body So I look into the underground and find I gotta drop a lotta Rappers on the radio not rocking hotter topics Try to stop us but find that you'll slaughtered by the choppers [Verse 13: Sensei] [EN] Questo cannone con il fumo l'ho già condinto Ho le parole del futuro come John Titor Vogliono sollevare mura vaffanculo la dittatura pure quando diventa dura io non sto zitto Cambia corrente di pensiero quando ti senti sovrappeso Si può tornare più leggero come il sottoscritto Come un rapace dal cielo so che sono capace davvero di portare la pace dentro ogni conflitto Sensei è il nome del pazzo mentre il tuo mixtape ha un nome del cazzo Non è facile rappare tutte le strofe che faccio Tiro calci nelle palle proprio come nel calcio Non ho mai elemosinato determinato mi sento sempre rinato Senti il piano che ho escogitato non mi sono demotivato per quanto mi sono allenato vi sembro velocizzato in prima linea perchè non rimango di lato Di perfetta comprensione sparo parole calibro nove Mitragliatore di precisione faccio musica di professione Non mi interessa la protezione delle persone con la pressione e la propensione a camminare per ore come dentro una processione Partorisco sta canzone tipo immacolata concezione scrivo il prossimo disco in chiesa e lo chiamo la mia confessione Con l'ossessione di sapere perchè a scuola ero un po' secchione Della mia vita sono l'attore ma non seguo nessun copione (BRRR) Freschi corservo tutti i testi in frigo sono un tipo recidivo con questo rap ci vivo Discorsi veramente così complessi che non reggi il filo Non ti fa diventare s**y un bel vestitino prima di fare tutto questo dovresti fare la gavetta Provengo da un altro pianeta come il principe Vegeta io non ho fisico d'atleta mi sono mangiato la mia fetta e siccome il tempo non aspetta rappo come una macchinetta [Verse 14: VBL] Let's get it started on the mic I go retarded and my sk**s are sharper then the teeth that's on a walrus I'm creeping like a goblin like I'm deep from out the forest and I just finished eating on your carca** sneaking in your closet hiding secretly I'm watching then I'll jump out yelling peekaboo you see me and you sharted Cut your chest open and then I'm reaching for your heart and imma squeeze it and just squash it cuz your week when you be chopping You're easily forgotten, you need to put a sock in it you think you be rocking it but it's obvious not a bit nobody's looking for your music you do not exist as an artist that is not a fib it's true better swallow it I'm not the fastest but indeed my speed is solid as the skin that's on that mutant I believe his name's Colossus When I get on a instrumental I Kamehameha it demolish and abolishing everything like a catastrophic comet Beasting like a preacher and my physical gets altered resulting that I turn into a horrifying horror with some horns on my head got the people thinking I'm demonic Raining on you dropping I remain to stay a problem for you lames who think you're rocking when I take away your stardom You were never entertaining and you never been creative in any type of way because you are not They call me VBL the wizard Lord bronze a magician when I'm spittin I am a lyrical Warlock I'm just getting warmed up I haven't even begun performing when I put a show on it benefits with endorphins that my body's absorbing it's like I'm being rewarded with Infinite Energy filling Immortal I'll turn to scorpion like a get over here and then you're a goner after the torture when I scorch ya and I'm not feeling remorseful [Verse 15: K-Fix]