Allstar Cypher

[Substantial]

Your majesty, makes casualties of wack emcees

Catch you off guard like niggas speaking japanese

Mics I have to seize, I'm Duracell, You're dollar-store batteries

With that wackness, please, send your weak records back to the factories

I shop in Delaware, ain't nobody taxing me

Not unlikely, well actually

We come hotter than big pun, you still don;t sound fat to me

[PackFM]

We're bananas like a daiquiri, haven't you heard?

They say 3 is the magic number, Dominion's the magic word

I'm stabbing your nerves with the pens that's in your pocket protectors

Blocking you set, knock your head right off the top of you neck

I'm blocking your tech. Mad malicious, crazy vicious

Your rhyme was weak as fuck, I thought that you were blowing kisses

Whole crew got issues. I ain't got time to diss you

I'm the shit, Only foes are diapers and Scott tissue

Competition I rip through. You can't tear shit

And the only projects you've ever been through... is Blair Witch

[Rise]

I can't hold a job, because I'm so sick I always call out

Make rappers shit enough bricks to build a small house

My records, if they're all out, buy the mixtape

I ripped it, unless the DJ screamed over my lyrics

Nasty, I've been called the MAN lately

Locked up, a ladies man, will turn to a man's lady

I heard your freestyles, and all the songs you come with

You're not developed, you should climb back in your mom's stomach

[Wordsworth]

Wordworth's about to make your whole style plummet

I got a hundred of different styles

Matter of fact, I got a hundred of women

that means I got about a hundred of different childs

Or children, I've been building

Raps are just, be fulfilling my obligations, this is my job and my occupation

And I'm sorry if I'm rhyming at your own show, then I got you waiting

[Wiseguy]

Hired MCs occupation is to rock the nation

I'm happy rocking the basement

Word Up, Cause I don't need to rock a whole population of small nations

Three people is enough, cause my rhymes that rough and tough

I'll call your bluff, call you up and hang up

Click! Leave you alone with the phone and the dialtone

A.L. show 'em

[A.L. Skills]

Now, you couldn't take me out if you had a chaperone

What! I kill MCs over the phone

So, call the fire guards, and red alert

Cause I kill MCs through your MHz, my baretta jerks

Kills MCs off the top of the brain

Your girls giving me brain, cause AL is insane

You know the name, el nombre

I do it in Spanish, MCs stepping to me, of course they vanish

Spenglish or Spanglish, whatever, que loco tu qiuera

AL, fuera fuego

[Tonedeff]

Given any instance in time, I split the rhythm in a million pieces

Pull tubes on scuba gear to disable the breathing features

I'm fabled in regions, that I've hardly seen or dreamed of even

Elvis believes I'm the king because I stole the crown from Stephen

I'm overachieving. Y'all niggas snoring or sleeping

Need to WAKE THE FUCK UP, game point for PLAYAS scoring a beating

The Foreman of freedom, when you let me on

Cause after you hear us...you'll never wanna go back like Elian

[Wordsworth]

Yo, what the hell he on?

He be buggin out, when it's a hot track now you can tell we on

You prolly got some radiation inside of your brain and a tumor from hearing

this because your celly's on

But wordsworth'll come across any station

You prolly jotting this down for your documentation

This is something off the top of the dome, I didn't write it

But I know I'll be killing all you rappers sooner or later, cause I'm a psychic

You gotta like it

[PackFM]

He's a psychic, and I got my sidekicks, PackFM

You can't rush it, going biking, while you're pedaling

Yo, I fucking roll, pumping like adrenaline

My shit is ill, I'm under your skin just like the melanin

PackFM, last name is an acronym, I'm smackin men

Um, fucking getting your shit pumped just like an abdomen

A Six Pack, Yo, you get your shit back

Call the dispatch, because your shit's wack

Yo, get off the dick black