Ragz Bastard - Madness Methods lyrics

[Verse 1: Jack CityZ] A lot of n***as rappin Methods of madness for they actions Mashin of eras clashing No fashion trend, b**h I'm pa**ionate Bashin my clique concatenates Ass whippins in plural The Uth is thorough Booth's the burrough I bind flows, rhyme with my eyes closed Fried though, Churro's It's your go, get your third eye blown It's now closed.. These comparisons to me and your manz and them I'll handle it Double L's gave made cool J's of Cannabis Flex the focus, hold the power to "X" opponents They'll know this Invoke notice to all poets They Edgar Allen Poe, hint Their moments spoken are bogus Betting on your talent's hopeless We dim plans, so there's slim chance Break records like Guiness Diminish tenants till I'm finished And I'm standin in a land rented by the remnants Me and the fatherless child, no calming us down We break mounds into plains Then land planes on them thangs Them days of the same stained the bane of my sane, brain Infected by the venom that's within em, get em And they crew, leave em blue in they suits But it's true that they're cruel There's no chance that they'll lose But me backing down's like you and homie frackin' round Clowns frown daily at the sight of others stackin' pounds You lackin rounds, hounds Have a war of words with rappin sounds Educate ya mind and progress, increase vocab [Hook: Jack CityZ & Ragz ba*tard] All second to the message (The way it should) Think of my childhood Gotta respect it (x2) [Verse 2: Ragz ba*tard] So many styles, it's the return of the phenomenal Ya baby momma love me when I'm all in her abdominals I'm snowman adbonimle Here to bring you power from the underground Like the meteor on Chronicle See me, I'm like a rapping Buddha Guarantee to see the future Crowned king, all in a dream Like Martian Luther I'll be damned if I let you n***as block my spirit like the Hoover And from what I'm spitting n***as is monkey flipping Out they cotton picking mind If they think I'm ridin' anywhere and it's a solo mission I'm shooting star wishin For the people to see my vision n***as hoping they can overtake my pole position Cunning like a politician Got the game in a Cobra Clutch Or a type of deadlier submission I haven't begun We are fire to you b**hes, caveman But I'm all about designer linen and the finest women b**hes after starring roles like they Robin Givens In the booth, mic's a sniper rifle Leaving no witness, and now my curse lifted So chill ahk Bape hoodie that I copped for the low from the thrift shop [Hook] [Big Daddy Kane: "The Art of Rap"] You rhyme cat with hat, then you can be considered a rapper An Emcee is someone that either has that party rocking sk** Or that lyrical sk**. Doug E. Fresh, Busy Bee, these are emcees because these are people that know how to get on the mic. You could have an emcee that can get up here and use a whole bunch of big words Like: "ostentatious, indubitably, quagmire" in a rhyme And the crowds' sitting there looking around like "What the f**? What the f** is he talking about?"