J-Zone, Al-Shid, Celph Titled, and Rok One Freestyle (Brothers on the Slide: The Lost Freestyle Sessions)

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DJ Unknown & DJ Mekalek ft. J-Zone, Al-Shid, Celph Titled, and Rok One - "J-Zone, Al-Shid, Celph Titled, and Rok One Freestyle (Brothers on the Slide: The Lost Freestyle Sessions)" [Emcee(s): J-Zone, Al-Shid, Celph Titled, and Rok One] [Producer(s) of Instrumental 1: DJ Mighty Mi (Original Instrumental from Smut Peddlers - "One By One")] [Producer(s) of Instrumental 2: [?]] [Producer(s) of Instrumental 3: [?]] [Producer(s) of Instrumental 4: Kurtis Mantronik (Original Instrumental from Just-Ice - "Cold Gettin' Dumb")] [Producer(s) of Instrumental 5: DJ Premier (Original Instrumental from Screwball - "F.A.Y.B.A.N.")] [DJ Mix: DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek] [Scratches: DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek] [Intro: J-Zone] Yo, Unknown, man. Yo, I'm in this situation, man. Yo, this girl said, "Yo, Zone, I want to be your friend." I was like, "Aight." But now I'm on the road again. Yo [Verse 1: J-Zone] Yo, yo, I'm backed up like the deacon at five in the evening Before a Yankee game with a crash in the left lane I'm like the Belt Parkway from Coney Island festivals Remain with a pain in the testicles (Uhhh!) Yo, the fifth girl this month said she want to be platonic friends My rap is void—even when she drunk off the tonic gin Wasted fifty cents to reach her—took two calls After all of that, blue balls. Looking for A way to release this nut, so for being Backed up, I wrote a thesis: slut named Dawn Got her period. Damn, so does Jennifer. Some cats Pay for it to see it. I refuse to do that The money go to music so I'm steady staying blue, black Painful platonic friendships with a woman Got to ease the tension, so now I'm thumbing Through the phonebook. There goes June—look Nah, high maintenance. Damn, I can't take this Fuck running game. Yo, I got to rent a flick Fast. Not a porno—hell nah Lucy, Alexis booties—either with A fist, getting sex, hitting two in the payback Pass the Kleenex so I could wipe off the tip [Interlude 1: J-Zone] Hell yeah. Every day to get ahead, dun. Now I'm back to square one. Every morning and every evening, the same shit. (Yo, I can't fuck with no more platonic friends, man. That shit is painful, man). No more platonic friendships (I'ma go in the bathroom and get busy though. Word up) [Interlude 2: Al-Shid and Samples with Scratches by DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek] [Samples with Scratches by DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek] "Oh. You got to give me something now" - Sample from [?] - "[?]" "Yeah" - Sample from [?] - "[?]" [Al-Shid] Yeah, yeah. You know the name, yeah. Know who the nigga be—Al-Shid this one right here creeping out. Super fly style, turn this shit up. Check me rotten and rhyming on this one when it's done (Check) [Verse 2: Al-Shid] Even if I never sell a copy, I'll still walk the streets Hella cocky like, "Who the hell could stop me?" [?] pants hanging slightly. Not giving a fuck Call my bluff and I'll bring it to you with my crew That's top-speed, faster than bullets move after the Glock squeeze, so ask yourself: how you gonna pop Shid? Want to put the TEC to my neck and throw me the slugs? (Nah) Only thing you'll ever hold against me is a grudge You ain't got to show me to love 'cause love is blind But as long as a hater's visible, I'll continue the ritual Of straight ripping you, keeping your family lighting visuals Over you, calmly kissing you, crying because they're missing you It's too late to listen to reason. I'd rather have The hospital shocking you because you're missing your breathing Should have let your true colors come through (Why?). Playboys, just Too much 2Pac and not enough you (Faggot bitch niggas) [Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek] "'Y'all niggas ain't fucking with Shid'—topic of session" - Sample from [?] - "[?]" (x2) "I do my own thing" - Sample from Rasco - "What It's All About" (x2) "I do my own thing and don't need hoes to sing it" - Sample from Rasco - "What It's All About" [Interlude 3: Celph Titled] Uh. What you want now? What you want now? Celph Titled. Motherfucking DJ Unknown and Mek (That's right). Feeding you assorted biscuits, hollow-tipped kiwi. You know how I do. Yo, check my ace boon coon cameo. It goes something like this. Hope y'all can dig this. Yo, check it, check it, check it, check it [Verse 3: Celph Titled] Yo, I'll hold rappers hostage, spit saliva that's toxic From the NYC to the FLA tropics AR-15 schizo make your chest blow Nothing to say like Greg Nice without the echo I'm a cross between C4 and C-3PO Explosive intelligence pack the heavy metal Out the window. With that demo that you're trying to sell me I'd rather listen to a Rob Base comeback LP It's not healthy for you to come around here with that Run your mouth off like that, get your wig pushed back like that I'll make you swallow the grenade and put an envelope And stamp in your hand and mail the pen to Afghanistan What I say makes sense in the mind frame I'm in While you Babylon/babble on like the Mediterranean Throw you down the escalator just to sterilize/stair-ilize you Deranged doctor with the scalpel that slice through Anyone who contests. My clique hard as nails It'll be a done/dun deal like Mobb Deep on sale Escaped convict for putting out mob hits You prolly a homo that shave your armpits You ain't real. You ain't seen the streets before Hold the heat before, know what it's like not to eat before When I speak words, I'll make it clear to you That what I do in a minute would take you a year to do [Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek] (x2) "Want to be hardcore but don't know what it is" - Sample from [?] - "[?]" "To get paid in the streets or to really get biz" - Sample from [?] - "[?]" [Interlude 4: Rok One] Keep, keep it on. You nah'm saying? Rok One up on the microphone. DJ Mek, DJ Unknown straight dropping gems on your dome. My style is fully grown. Go and get some shitty on. Yo, yo, check it. Fuck them [Verse 4: Rok One] Now what you see is An emcee with a flow that's buttery, fatter than gluttony Suddenly stabbing your corny thought pattern with verbal cutlery Leaving you ugly, my bloodily altered, call For help, but there's no visual signs of recovery Stunningly, I'll strike suddenly, holding the mic grudgingly I'll step on stage in holograph form—nobody's touching me Cunningly sonning these dumb emcees for confronting me Hip hop icon faster than a Nikon shutter speed Eliminating wack acts within my perimeter 'cause sounding Similar will get you steamrolled like Forest Whitaker Spitting a flammable flow, I'll laugh as you burn You might be big, but I can squeeze your fucking ash in an urn Now you and your crew can get tossed like a horseshoe. This shit I drop- -'ll give your label second thoughts 'bout wanting to endorse you I'll make your team lose the urge to support you. Your mother wished That she chose to abort you, the shadow wanted to box you Dropping you down into morsels of bite-sized portions Freezing foes like Hans Solo in a carbonite coffin Dropping 'em, topping 'em, having 'em gasping for oxygen Brothers get no love on the mic—I'm cock-blocking 'em Knocking 'em out of position like bowling pins with A flow smoother than Poland Spring's. I'll hold the strings Like a rap puppet master, rushing past your crew, rolling in Disowning kings. Rok One, I'll stay controlling things [Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek] "Rok One" - Sample from [?] - "[?]" "So nice, I just won an award for most friendly" - Sample from Vakill on Vakill ft. J.U.I.C.E. - "Out the Speakers" "You should have been on your best, bitch" - Sample from Louieville Sluggah on O.G.C. (Originoo Gunn Clappaz) - "Gunn Clapp" (x3)