Yes Yes Yall ….it ya boy Zugga Zin back for another installation of the WNF …. This week I have a special treat for all of you underdog / low post count mcees ….earlier this week I was searching for the illest verse written ….and since this weeks WNF seemed like a bust I decided to take matters in my own hands … so I took three mc’s verses and I’ll let you decide who’s the illest …. Let do this …..
peep my 3 mile style/ thousand island and wild/ superman ray bans/ see you coming a mile looking like louis vuton longarm hanging with Sean crooked tooth cookiemonster crawling searching for crumbs rodney king had a dream can't we all get along but i proceed to drop bombs and put you where you belong back seat maybe trunk it depends on your moms didn't mean to go there but you stepped in the square for this game of electric musical chair leave you ass out like the picture of Cher never learned to share so i'm taking your shine leave your life shorter then the width of a dime
Theres a side of me thats clinical, cold, maybe a matter of derision, revision tells me i learned it from the chatter of television, regardless i diseregard peoples points of vision, 20-20, i see so well, i get premonitions, i draw the stars on my canvas with inivisible ink, i've reached the brink, missing links in what i think, disconnected, i stay dissafected, politics, are hollow bricks that can never be dissected, not expected to conform, just not to rise against, what is considered sense my objectives have been condensed, to the basic, action creates reaction, satisfaction found in death, through drinking meths, to gain abstraction, out of breath, finally i cease to function the last anomoly, like enconomies, crashing at the junction
Yo, peep the translation Of this ill rhyme demonstration Break out the Timb boots And Adida sweat suits You’re now witnessed to the special occasion For words that require a standing ovation At the venue I continue to amaze Speak straight forward Striking kids right in their rib cage Throw raps & aim them at your favorite icon My grip on the mic resembles that of a python Ha, yea I know they hate us… Want to send us on a permanent hiatus Just peep the technique and style Kodak flashes capture the ill profile Empro’s flow touches you scary niggas in private places Somethin similar to a pedophile Rhyme rapture Captures conscious minds from Illadel Down to the Nile Meanwhile, peep how I get in this Hate me like your arch nemesis My world records exceed those in Genius Yes, this lyricists leaves weak minded cats With slit writs Better yet, it’s euthanasia Before you stray too far away from that white light Prey that God saves ya Cuz I groove to the wickedness that the Devil approves So basically I can do whatever with you Stop actin brand new I’m more live than the freak nasty “crew” That made asses shake Fuck plate tectonics I make the earthquake Only with time will my wit grow quicker With so much skill, you gotta measure my weight In rector.