Gaston, Wiseguy, Rise, and Apathy Freestyle (Brothers on the Slide: The Lost Freestyle Sessions)

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DJ Unknown & DJ Mekalek ft. Gaston, Wiseguy, Rise, and Apathy - "Gaston, Wiseguy, Rise, and Apathy Freestyle (Brothers on the Slide: The Lost Freestyle Sessions)" [Emcee(s): Gaston, Wiseguy, Rise, and Apathy] [Producer(s) of Instrumental 1: Showbiz (Original Instrumental from Sadat X - "Stages and Lights")] [Producer(s) of Instrumental 2: T-Hall (Original Instrumental from Hillfiguz - "Up On Prospect")] [DJ Mix: DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek] [Scratches: DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek] [Intro: Samples with Scratches by DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek] "[?]" - Sample from [?] [Interlude 1: Gaston] Yo, check it out. It's Wiseguy and Gaston live from New York via Metro Room here in UConn. Check it out. We're repping here for DJ Unknown and Mek, Brothers on the Slide. Wiseguy, that's my brother on the side. But check this out [Verse 1: Gaston] Rappers try avoiding me. I'm like a class that's too hard So I'm eating emcees at three o'clock in the schoolyard I'm large like a two-car garage. Kind of nigga To barge into a club free of charge. Emcee At large. Better call the National Guard 'Cause Gaston's running circles 'round these rappers like sharks So hark! Who goes there? This road'll lead you nowhere Fast, distaste with emcees that cross my path Autograph your girl's ass. The world-class poet Y'all don't want to battle 'cause you're wack and you know it Clap your hands. Slamming like a battering ram Masses of fans be like, "Gaston's the man," but let's Attend to the matter at hand: rappers can't Stand me on the mic 'cause I know how nice I am And afraid to tell it, will yell it from the highest mountaintop (I'm nice!) And won't stop 'til our album drop. My body Got about a thousand watts of pure hip hop Flowing through it. I'm a conduit of music Will chew it, digest it, then let it out on record Shitting on emcees and wipe myself with their press skits And I ain't need my best yet. Still blessed it Made it look effortless, never missing a beat Neither are my fans 'cause they're always hitting repeat (Yo, why not?) When they get out their seat, mission complete, mission Complete, but trying, stopping two niggas like Wiseguy And Gaston is Mission Impossible 'cause we've got to do What you can't do 'cause I'm too hard to handle Too hot to handle (Whoo!) [Verse 2: Wiseguy] Your wackness is exposed like toes in sandals. Wiseguy And Gaston the baddest rapper ever rapping Got the crowds clapping, feet tapping Hands and fingers snapping I'll bust a cap in that ass, as Gaston and Guy's Been rhyming too fast. Lyrically, you've been Outclassed and outmatched and overmatched Wiseguy 'cause I'm about to throw the lax And you fall into the pit (Aaah!) of wackness 'Cause you dare try to step to the New York's best I'm a lyrical threat with every rhyme I write Day or night, I'm the greatest on the mic And any rapper on or in my sight'll get broken (Psss...) I'll put a hole in you like a Bowling ball. I'm throwing you all off the cliff Trying to mess with the one with the lyrical gifts My man Unknown told me, "No free- -styler can get on the microphone," but my skills Have shown that I'll blow any rapper out the frame Don't matter your size, age, or your name I'm the baddest in the game. The average rappers came And they only got slain 'cause Wiseguy's the name And remember it. I'm imprinting it on your ass So you know better than stepping to Wiseguy and Gas' 'Cause you've been outclassed, 'cause I'm the best Saying, "Peace to the East and the West," but they need To settle the beast between the West and the East And understand that nobody is better than me Peace [Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek] "I'll freestyle erratically for those that want to battle me" - Sample from J.U.I.C.E. on Molemen ft. J.U.I.C.E. - "Free Style or Written" "What rapper want to battle?" - Sample from J.U.I.C.E. - "Period" "I'll freestyle erratically" - Sample from J.U.I.C.E. on Molemen ft. J.U.I.C.E. - "Free Style or Written" "What rapper want to battle?" - Sample from J.U.I.C.E. - "Period" [Interlude 2: Rise] Check, check, check. Where the hell is my check? There's ninety-nine Axis scientists. Rise, Apathy. Check [Verse 3: Rise] With no contract, I'll spark mics. Y'all just catch contact My mind's compensation for the size that my arms lack On tracks, I'll harm blacks in the name of progression Advantage unfair—requested for drug testing Verbal aggressions. Y'all rappers is pathetic (What you do?) I don't kill emcees—I'll let them live to regret it Switch clothes and zip codes, fake glasses and a fake nose (What else?) And moustache—witness protection before a month's passed Put this on a list of what you did when your time's up My mind's deep (How deep?), a spoon's dig away from China Suspects are lined up, hearing their last rights Bad karma (Why?) because I was a jerk in a past life Attract strife from black life, developed insight I'll make you pay the price even if you bring your invite In competition, microphones I abuse with A lot of rich rappers are still poor excuses It's useless. Face it, you can't defeat the basics (Face it) I've got more rhymes than there's variations in human faces (Mad rhymes) Dealt a bad hand, but I'm playing it smart I'll move from state of confusion to state of the art. My sharp Debut will make your label wonder why they pay you As people say, "I think I'm all that," whenever they do I'm bad, meaning good—to get better, I'll have to worsen I'll hang in little clubs and play only the dirty versions Write constant rhymes, time I'm expanding There's deep imprints in the fingers I hold my pen in A class by myself, professors nonessential (Why?) To get half as nice, you need twice your brain's potential (You can't do it) Addicted to mics, I hope you break your hard habit (What'd you do?) I'll embarrass you and send the battle tape to Bob Saget It's lunacy. I'll break natural laws and get immunity I'm the leading cause of death in the wack community Give it your all, I'll just make you wish that you kept it Before I enter, rappers take note of the nearest exits In hectic situations, I'm too calm (Too calm) I'll laugh while your heart beats faster than Luke songs (Neutron) The truth bombed—I lost count of all the causalities Brighter than the light you walked into after you battled me. I'm Not to be stepped on (Nah)—choose a better mattress Turn the bull you attack with into a leather jacket (Damn) Comparison is like a hurricane to a teardrop Level's that I used to be at will make you ears pop Cause and a linked watch are things that help your shrink's cop Traumatized rappers seeing my face in ink blots [Verse 4: Apathy] Yo, I'm battering Battle with data that'll shatter marrow in bones. I'm shooting Arrows in clones. I'll sit with pharaohs in thrones My arrogant poems and flow deflate the air in your domes 'Cause I'll fiend for microphones like a heroin jones I'm tearing my clothes like Hulk with unbearable flows Cutting terrible foes like little hairs in my nose From the air, I arose, throwing paralyzing blows I'll inherit your souls, then I'll spare it to crows Cryogenically froze, so I could travel in the future I'll defeat you with the speed of a NASA supercomputer My Glocks bump beats that I compose for tracks Flow's so fat on wax that it blows your backs Bogus cats get smacks from ferocious raps My hypnosis entraps if you focus on the wax I wrote this flow to impact biters of Ap An emcee putting CT on the map