Verbalize

Lyrics

Big Kwam - "Verbalize" [Emcee(s): Big Kwam] [Producer(s): The Creators (Juliano & Si Spex)] [Scratches: Mr. Thing] [Intro: Sample with Scratches by Mr. Thing] "Big Kwam" (x4) [Verse 1: Big Kwam] Yo, yo, yo, I'm not Fazed. You'll get your knot grazed when Kwam drop flav- -or octaves send shockwaves to make your block ache The steamroller, green-folder. Your team's over Minds bent over with personas that seem older So you could quote this, deepthroat this. I wrote this Mad ferocious dose with lungs strung from roach clips [?] every cap's rap-related Schemes are activated for cream, tax evaded Reincarnated ancestral terrestrial My crew bogart mics like hyenas on fresh kills Artifacts attack ears of my black peers Relax. Damn, Kwam get up in shorties like Pap smear Hit it from the back, tear their back out Handle my balls like Stackhouse, beat skins 'til they black out Rip this shit up, phenomenal champ Fold niggas like abdominal cramps from sit-ups [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Thing] "Verbalize" (x3) "Verbalize to kill" "Verbalize" (x2) "Verbalize to kill" [Verse 2: Big Kwam] Versatile author, you're cursed with foul torture I hold fort with more support than child walkers Smooth as glaciers, tools fuels euthanasias Elements intelligence, dense with pages [?] priceless papers like Isis Resurrect the lifeless brain cells of the trifest Mics molested, in the mix like Nesquik You desperate (Desperate!). I'm on some next shit (Next shit!), filter Out the non-conscious. My congress'll turn A harmless mind into that of divine conquerors My square root [?] Seeds of knowledge nurtured in brain soil that bear fruit My pen's hot. Can't front, ock. My shit knock Got this hip hop under bolt chain and Ziploc Heavy rotation on your frequency mo- -dulation, lacing your face, and skin chafing [Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Thing] "Verbalize" (x3) "Verbalize to kill" "Verbalize" (x3) "Verbalize to kill" [Verse 3: Big Kwam] Nobody Rhyme greater. Dominator of lined paper Sublime state of mind, composition define flavor Major, it damage by all means. Your style's outdated Like torn jeans, mine's New like Orleans Words splatter shit, automatic spit like an Arabic Fanatic with mad clips, attack accurate Slingshots with ink blots. Flop? I think not Sick like raw dick running up in diseased stinkbox My rank hold high esteem, cream, and bankrolls My thinktank swole [?] skirts? We yank those Can't challenge this. My dialysis Composite half flyest philanthropist, half vandalist I feel herbs ain't got steel nerves. I peel curbs EQ my shit mad tight with slight reverb And take it to the pressing plant, distressing amps My profession can't be held down with a compression stem [Outro: Sample with Scratches by Mr. Thing] "Wildness" (x8)