Texture - The KGB lyrics

[Verse 1: Malaki] The KGB make this stage twice as dangerous as these streets Malaki and Binary form all these spontaneous beats Formed the lyrically elite, piece to the conquistador beats When we unsheathe the swords and the One Man Army brings beats to boards We tell you angrious beats, defy your atheist beliefs Malaki could get a crowd of paraplegics outta their seats When I strangle the mic, I mangle your a** slow and painfully Be thankful you still alive While the faithfully by the frames catch records eye You choose to dangerously tangle with me You can hang out make Jack the Ripper look like your guardian angel anger me I'll give you enough mic cable to hang yourself Place your name on the waitin list for hell With the rest of the cell gangsters And gashes on your back with the lashes with the mic cord Warlords, storm stages making mic stand pipe bombs And Molotovs out of Krylon Cans meet my demands Or you'll have a Michigan mic ma**acre on your hands [Verse 2: Senim Silla] Bio-hazardous Agent Orange, Silla's airborne Infectuous rhyme lectures spit quick and effective Dangerous, lethal languages of slang I k** Murder he wrote, an a**a**in would remain my sk** Senims a rough son of a gun keep razors under my tongue Strike with enough force to puncture a lung I'm lyrically harmful, literally speaking Emcees Im proud beatin, demeanin and ill treatin Get introduced to mines and meet your demise I despise rap guys and all they whack ties Cause in my eyes, all men are not considered equal Especially if you ain't one of Binary's people [Verse 3: Texture] I'm what you asking for I'll give you that plus a cla**ic more, hand delivery Verbal total package raw, the mental matador Mic heavyweights to shake the planet core With one verse Got you thinking, "Yo cancel the war" You flirtin' with d**h Better off dancing with wolves Stabbin' yourself in your vocal chords with cancerous swords After this track, I hit the streets recruiting new thugs Cause we got your squad holding hands in group hugs The die harders and orbits like a monster in your closet Challenging us is like playing a possum with a carca** You could never win Hopin' your DJ specialize in medicine Cause the Athletic army conquers and divides your regiment The MI residence is known for talkin' sh** Got my reputation ripping in the heart of the mit A fortunate gift Bent lines that'll force you to quit Drop the mic and have you writing for the source or some sh** [Verse 4: Elzhi] These n***as backstab like they Benedict Drag they face in the mud til they mouth looks like they bit a brick Bust like Magnificent Seven on horseback Unsigned but find my rap quotables in a Source ma- Gazine for fiends who fiend for guillotine sword stat My tongue is a stinger, my brain is a stun gun Its deadly as the one you put your thumbs on And squeeze from the bottom With fatigues but I'm high in the trees so high I can breath on a falcon Jump down, sneak up on a emcee from the rear A predator with the literature It shows through my signature Deliver more, did just for your click Whats even more sick is I'm a visitor And plus they be diggin more Scopin the perimeter Sink within the floor Terminator 2, split your brain in two While you snore, keep sleepin My train of thought is heat seekin Fade your poor squad like drippin' ink from a pen and adding Clorox Murder emcees and leave my fingerprints on doorknobs The court finds me guilty, might be different in the Lord's eyes An evil genius, I play a villain in a movie Fingertips touch the ceiling from the revealing of the uzi And its bloodsport open up my mind from watch those slugs walk gracefully Where your head reside is now a vacancy Elzhi-on, cut the head of a python, with a butcher knife long When I die I want my third eye born [Verse 5: O-Type Star] A sip of liquor, the flow-picker with sensational wool and skin like bra** The gravitational pull of two stars that's rotatin' like space Vinyl had me on the train like Lionel... Richie Broke then rich again, Illinois to Michigan Spartan conditions I won't b**h but switch again Style like tracks to smack who can't stab me I build excitement like Pontiac Grand Prix Wider is better, Iller is deffer Im trying to count zeros and hoes like Hugh Hefner The O-B-A-F-G-K-M My squad all stars, s**as we slave them O-Type Star I blew spots when I said things My thoughts take flight like black hawks with red wings Im slicka then a oil refinery I hit your whole system when I shine with the Binary [Verse 6: Lacks] And I'm in the presence of perfection I could give a f** about you lyin' Saying your style is free when its tense like Les Nesman Im freshman at this game but we trying to graduate I blow minds but you be blowin funk from the last a** you ate Now let me ask you straight before I start trippin Is it me or does something about your lines sound like Nas cause it was bitten? Your motor sk** is outright and meanin to act fast I hump rhythms while you couldn't Poke a Tone with Trackmaster The rap ba*tard without Wu-Tang Though, realistically most males are The differences is I don't judge my manhood by what my sales are If its about the boldest , Im the most Im the coldest since winter To make you stop the tape and inspect the deck like you down with the RZA n***a [Wu-Tang Wu-Tang] So I advise you to remember your roles And tell your crew if they got beef, then I can bring the dinner rolls Over ?? with swing snares and fat drum kits I sing sweet soliloquies of souls and hold up chicks I mean chickens runnin off in chickens like beastiality And for any n***a that want it I drop the beat for you to battle me Simply to prove at your expense, I be the sh** Squeezin squares into little pieces like cheese nips [Verse 7: OneManArmy] A whack emcee is something I could never be That's like growing dreadlocks while you taking chemotherapy Theoretically pen and paper is the recipe Alphabetically I'm coming after you like the letter V If you ever step to me, the worst is yet to come You'll never get the best of me Call it like a referee Call it destiny, check the melody Break the law of gravity And lyrically catch a felony I make it harder for the next emcee that's my specialty Rappers better be tryin ta rap ahead of me I'm a hard act to follow I could prove it medically I'm sick in the head I could move a crowd with mental telepathy Expect nothing less of me, top pedigree Rap a**a**in, blastin'with syllable weaponry Shoot the sheriff then the deputy Don't be testin' me Whoever think they fat can get the Dick Gregory [Verse 8: J.U.I.C.E.] Its countless how many rappers over vinyl we scar I just rotate and dislocate your spine if we spar Even freestyle in French when I'm rhyming abroad I'm in the party rhymin' off Bacardi Lime and cigars I rattle rappers, and battle rappers trying to be hard Rap's black jack and JUICE is like a primary card You secondary, that's why you gotta rhyme with a squad But genetically y'all n***as is designed to be flawed Yesterday I spit game at your dime and she paused To let me see her thick frame and outline of her drawers So the chance you been looking for is finally yours But see I'm deadlier than havin' cyanide in your pores I spin a rhyme, my hand is intertwined with the cord Slowly the mic is ripped to bits, my dynasty tours Big JUICE when signin' off with the Binary Stars The only person who could kick a doper line would be God