Kaoz - Undaground Choppers 5 lyrics

[Verse 1: SplytSecond] You better put ya fist down cuz I'm toe tagging this beat You whining more than an fiend smoking prozak in the street, You talking big because of your dough stacking receipt And I'd suggest you gettin fit but your flow madly obese And your slow rapping is weak Like your throat after I squeeze Now your flow gladly deceased So you choke after defeat And You hope that we can beef Good as we both happen to be I say it slow actually so I don't have to repeat That lyrical Akuma flow is hella fluid. Even with a smooth flow really nothing is rougher, so when I come with the upper it'll be like I plastered the face of daffy and Donald on a magazine you'll be duckin for cover The evil one feed you nuns I just wanna see you run people come, with it you will need new guns lethal son give to ya (3, 2, 1) Coming up to my level of sk** is equivalent to ten meter drop, I usually abuse the beat at high speeds until its begging to stop Proving a lyrical pattern you see in the beginning like Adam and Eve no matter the deed we'll batter the beat together we're gonna combat it with speed Nobody believin' I got em all dreary by Breaking the laws of the particle theory it's definitely better than liftin' a gat well I'm giving the people the gift of the gab, I double the syllable count as a part of the generation of infinite rap SplytSecond I dare you to find a rapper sicker than that [Verse 2: K-Fix] I hope you're ready, for the phenomenon that I'm bringing/ I leave you by the sea the floater begin to sink in I'm making it with the devil, chopping it with my inner demon The reason i'm murking the game, ain't no way i'ma be defeated Chopping it up you won't believe it, i'm hard to beat on the beat Because all of this other sh** is easy, believe it and there's no reason That i'm above trying to be humble, this season to be conceited Giving a f** with n***as beefing, the heater leave ‘em deleted With the speed and delivery, lyrically on my mind On my level, you'll never be because the jealous is in ya vibe Rocking the mic and i'm betting i'm ahead of 'em Been a beast in the game, with the n***a sprite on the beat, i'ma hit the street with the flame When you speaking my name, there's greatness coming with it And we keeping it Memphis, shuttin' it down nobody f**ing with it Thinking they better than mine you gotta be kidding funny they f**ing stealing Spitting venom with the Clique, and give 'em the biz, and ripping the competition Hanging with the best when this sh** is pessimist when I spit it compress you, professional, nobody chopping it better When I microphone check I be rushing to get up on em And that's when imma slash to getting up on my level Finna come better than ever this sh** leave em all petrified I'm leaving n***as struck with the lightning leave em electrified Coming to rip it and wreck it I reckon I spit the fire When I feast on them lyrically it's a feat that you'll recognize [Verse 3: Kaoz] I'm Fiddin open up a can of whoop a** Leave your jaw hanging off of your face krooked Spit a couple lines of dynamite you wanna die tonight man you ain't nothing but a rookie Choppin the words you can hear me starting the chainsaw Couple of verses to make sure the punks stay soft Sneaking into NASA tryin to siphon rocket fuel out of the shuttle cuz I'm ready to take off Lookin' at earth and I'm thinking I'm never gonna go home Sick of living inside this world that's so cold People lookin' me like I'm the f**in weird one Takin' another Blunt to the head mane I'm so blowed Tryin' to cope with the man in the mirror Walking up out of the smoke and I'm looking life and Makin' the choices thinking of raising my feet off the earth and finally make it up out this muthaf**in nightmare I'm going all in is that a problem I'd rather walk it then sit around and talk about it f**in up anybody that's talkin that sh** like I'm a ninja Seeing if anybody really wanna step up but I doubt it Boom goes the napalm, shrapnel bouncing off of the ceiling until it finds its target Hittin' everybody in the head that's thinkin' that they're the hardest I will be the finisher of anything you started [Hook: SplytSecond] (This is the underground) Give me the mic and then imma chop (This is the underground) Light up a syllable cannon and let it pop (This is the underground) And nobody in the world is gonna run that high you know (This is the underground) [Verse 4: Hurricane] I wouldn't say that I'm a king, but Ima be the best thing ever seen, if you ever want to talk about chopping, I could've won a ring, for Kansas City's intricate ventriloquist, A lot of n***as want to try to copy, coming up after me, trying to use my patterns and metaphorical segues I put them n***as in Band-Aids, cause ain't nobody in the hemisphere that I can't take. Been gone a little minute now I'm back like an earthquake! Ready to break them off, I wanting to give them the lyrical headlock, n***a been harder than bed rock, verbally something they can't stop. Coming up out of the town of the k**ers were all of my n***as are top notch, been a f**ing monster with the chopping I'm a Sasquatch, flow is critical y'all don't want to contest it, if they ever do then I k** them and hit the exit, kind of like a zombie I'm eating brains for breakfast, Hurricane be doing it if you didn't get the message. I get in and fit in and make ends, forget about it. I do shows, with my bro's, in clubhouses, that are crowded. Freestyle, or write down, my contents, a power outage. Go hard, on guitars, with sick bars, don't ever doubt it. You don't want to be the n***a that I k**, people think I'm playing I'm doing this sh** for real, AK-47 is tatted that's how I live, never hesitate to come put it up in your grill [Verse 5: Interchopper] Callin' me a chopper but don't know why beast? Maybe cuz when choppin I'm blazin the beat Some of'em thinkin' I'm weird, whatever they mean Why the f** they be hatin' me? Choppin' through steel I'll be bendin' the beat when I run and then turn into brain sick hit'em with the same kit (Imma) Get'em and be beatin'em in the middle of my verse (sh**!) (Brain Split) (ROUND 5) k**in while chillin (uh) is muthafukin worth Whateveer I'm touching I'm murdering during the UC5. Don't you think I'm venomous? Turn down you're lame as f**!! Coming around with a caution ya finna get out of my rushin I'm sick of these n***as' being s**in while they trynna rap fast like an UNDAGROUND CHOPPER Don't compare with speed Deny covering it I'm nailing it with Inter- Speed Just cam up with delivering unbelievable complexity Choppin' is like velocity, fater it gets harder it hits Speedin' up with a nitrogen just like I have turbo to hit The name Interchopper says you gotts expect some more heat Whenever I'm havin' the best-time- sh** when I drop some versesite for fams I'm murdering all of the bars when Imma blast catching up it's an Inter-speed burst Ain't nobody ripps it out just like me Others are lyrical murderers, IMMA SPEED DEMON Damn it I'll be tha spitter with wicker style comin' to k**'em all comin' to get in roll whenever the choppin is gettin down I'm wreckin the freakin' mic. With droppin the most bars (Per Second) I said I'm a speed demon what means I have no limits Hackin and f**in all the b**hes who talk I'm not choppin with lyrics and I have no sk**s look IMMA UNDAGROUND CHOPPER [Verse 6: Mister Hyde] Runnin hardline, thinkin of part 5, doin it raw in the game and I'm bringin the bars fire for the archives, dippin them b**hes in gasoline before I set em ablaze in such a way that they cannot take it, I will never let this art die, far cry, what they want is the talent, it's like they fiendin for the lyricism, wordplay in balance, u gotta have or it really isnt magic that's happenin, gotta give em the brother of Scott Sommers, meaning Havok. Takin it back to how it was in the beginning, how it was when the lyrics were most important, nowadays nobody appreciatin the craft how it's meant to be appreciated hip hop is segregated, it shouldn't be, now tell me how 100 is that?, doin the math, when I'm rippin u mothaf**az in half as if I'm Shang Tsung, turnin myself into Jax, come to Allison Hill and get jacked, ready or not, doin the job, throwin the knife, up in ya back, ain't nobody f**in wit me, Mister Hyde of BMD is untouchable in this music scene, my technicality is so unmatched u should just call me your majesty, I'm a true emcee indeed, I'm the millennium falcon with speed, I bleed for this sh**, u better believe it, I sent my demons to Jesus, he sent em back to me grievin and weepin, he told me read em and weep and dont be deceived by the hand u were dealt, it only means ur weakness has been conceived by the evil [Hook: SplytSecond] [Verse 7: Mizury Mize] The [devil] and im able to catch fire like a "fire-fighter" bein a fire starter when im preachin to the choir; a soldier wit a [flame thrower] Showin devotion as the rappin chucky wit a temper k**in em over bein the mad whitey; son of sam of the rap game; im mister [lawn mower-er-er-er-er] Wit a mouth motored by the south k**in syllables without count-in em out cuz the Syllables per second im addressin is on yall I just beat a beats heart beat till it don beat and then i eat it like i mean it like a feinin zombie high as f** on some bathsalts Im balls to the wall; i'ma problem cuz im awesome when im droppin these bombs on em without a cause; so f** yall, i dont give a damn The villian in me bein a felony on a k**in spree in any facinity wit a crowd and a mic stand just shows i go turkey-ham Psycho like im michael at thanksgivin gettin savage attackin a track choppin it up like a ninja Out to get cha attention and make you listen to my visions makin you picture em wit the wisdom of this ballastic Rhythm ive written k**in the competition wit the ammunition when spittin Choppin em up and bustin em down like a demolition derby like im on a mission; special edition, mint condition cuz their hasnt been a thirsty n***a ta merk me wit lyrics From the clearance isle gimmickin tryin to mimic this image yall better off packin a picnic wit a mortician b**hes Im chopper doin it properly; monster inc. wit the fitest gettin timid any min makin it vivid;scarin you is the business And I'm addicted to workin; committed to over-workin and rippin a verse on purpose; I admit it Mizury's Vicious [Verse 8: Sensei] (English Translation) Rapido acrobatico tipo il kung fu nel mio vaporizzatore fumo le erbe blu Dico parole a propulsione con il mio beat in loop in fast rap impossibile provare a fare di più Finalmente è arrivato il momento di dimostrare e tirare fuori completamente tutta quanta la mia velocità ahhhhhh L'obiettivo perseguito con il mio talento è di fare musica veramente difficile con infinita semplicità Tutte le volte vado più forte mi diverto come nelle giostre non me ne fotte se non capisci la potenza dell'extrabeat Propongo delle proposte propositive che vi possono fare uscire davvero da tutta questa sh** Sclero voglio superare il cielo come un alieno gli scarsi nemmeno li vedo ai miracoli so che ci credo Sono sereno pure se crolla il mondo intero mica come Svevo dopo che scrisse tutta quanta la coscienza di Zeno L'unico rapper italiano che possa reggere il livello senza fare brutte figure dicono sia Sensei Io non mi vanto affatto sono solamente un fottuto pazzo con il cervello shakerato proprio un milkshake So che ad ogni costo miglioro sono un mostro con indosso un kimono Se pensano di sfidarmi sono cazzi loro faccio tornare questa musica negli anni d'oro [Verse 9: DNA] (DNA!) When I step into the booth I promise you I'ma be spittin' lyricism that's so phenomenal So vamanous into my domino effect and I'ma go astonish your common flow with a combo blow ‘til none of y'all are left! I'm the chopper, with everlasting gobstopper proper choppin' helicopter propeller blades to mop ya, mobsters up quicker than the Mon-Stars, when they lost their power in Space Jam and turned back into little hobbits… You're garbage, you're nothing compared to me when I bomb this with a lyrical Stealth drone, Jamie Foxx musta lost his marbles think that he gonna make it out this time around, ‘cause I'm the real Law Abiding Citizen 'bout to lay it down with marvellous captivated activated dominance, summon the rap game up in the palm of this, closed fist, just like I did on 'My Psychosis', and no this isn't what you expected but I know this… So this kid that's testing me better go get his sew kit, for opening his hoe lips, saying that Joe spits better than me and I'm talking to Michael Maffie of Maffie however you say, you crazy, maybe you should show me respect! For I go ape-sh** and rip ya sh** open, quick-scope him, leaving ya lid open, ribs broken kid pokin' around, in the wrong vid hoping to hear some dope spits, know that he never gonna be sh** slopin' sick, as he sits back in a puddle of his own sh** and quits, it's ya only option, study me and get caught watching, hopscotching over hot lava rocks ‘til ya not walking, stop popping off at the mouth with the soft comments! (b**h!) ‘Cause I promise I'ma abominate all garments of your flow style, welcome to the Hood Uzi Ho Down, time to show out, never slow down, profound lyrics coming at you at super-sonic speed… (I'm) murdering off the Dali Lama put him in a mother-f**in' casket (latch it!). Really wanna get to f**in' with the way I spit it on the mic somebody thinking they bringing it better than mine so I'm topping ‘em all and poppin' ‘em all with the lyrical stamina, hand me the mother-f**ing meat-cleaver, I'm a light-speed choppin' meat-eater! [Hook: SplytSecond]