Rubix, Hazadous, Rise, and Eddie Brock Freestyle (A Long Rhyme Coming: The 1999 to 2002 Sessions Pt. 1)

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[Intro: Rubix & Hazadous ] Yeah, man, I was just telling 'em, man Ayyo, they don't know, man I'll get, you know... heads are illing in the crew, man We here, you know'm saying? For Eddie Ill & D.L For Eddie Ill & D.L., you nah'mean? Something like You know, Rubix, Haz, Rise, you know? You know, like that For real Yo, why don't they understand, man? No doubt, yo, you know'm saying? No doubt It's ill like that, huh? It's popping, yet they don't understand Please explain [Verse 1: Rubix] Yo, these competitors, amateurs to veterans, they better run Incomplete, inciting the pity, yo. Word is sound-check medical Highly trained in the cycle, brought from the campaign from the tropical To the glacial, earthbound with trans metals Universal dispersal like fissions of atoms Who y'all kidding? You the little fish. I'm the big salmon Examining like [?], but who do they praise? I'll shed light and you a glass plane who I go through like sun rays A model emcee, so, with words I runway, stun cats And dogs with what my tongue say. My best advice is for you To follow what Mao Zedong said. Our hunkheads [?] off electrical wires. Musically Eclectical kid chilling at shows, minding my biz Until a brother get his. I know what it is, but it's more than the cash But justifying the ends when on track I'll always go for the win. Is this the donkey? I'm the pin Stick it in, pulling capers with my pen. We're the Super Friends Activate like Wonder Twins. You do about damage as a missile Made of aluminum. You're gassed on helium I'm pure petrol from the Iraqians. You can't get none This ain't BBD—stop trying to "Do Me!" Get off our emblem Me and Haz and Rise, yo, we physically men, yo We dropping metaphorical gems, yo. Haz, yo We dropping metaphorical gems, yo [Verse 2: Hazadous] I extend with majesty, ice off the arms and legs of your faculty Catastrophe. Ain't an emcee on gravity as bad as me Physically, I'll use force and brutality. Verbally My brain cells, they construct mathematically For the next century, in every hip hop classic—they gon' remember me And, after every flawless victory, I'll pray to the symphony Through my prophecies, I'll vision immortality There ain't a man big enough to swallow me. The world gon' follow me Show me a mic and I'll show you misery, lyrical wizardry Stabbing up whosever next to me like I overdosed on ecstasy My mentality is transported to you graphically Gradually, mastery came naturally Got my hand on my drink and I loss on my bank Now I'm ready to stick these niggas 'cause that's just how crooks think Come to battles in army tanks, niggas be letting off blanks I'm Hazadous like taking a dip in a piranha tank Bitch niggas get roasted, then I'll bury 'em in hot-pink Spit on 'em with ink or [?] their face with a shank Give me a snare and a bassline and I'll drop jewels like Einstein I'm just from Cloud Nine, lyrical mastermind Ball of flames in the sky reaching down to you like sunshine Never sounding like that you hurt minds, stuff a mudhole in your lifeline Flatline and throw up peace signs. We throwing TEC-9s [Interlude 1: Hazadous and Rise] Hazadous: Yeah, fuck the '99. It's the 2G Rise: Word. Check, check. Eddie Ill & D.L. Yo [Verse 3: Rise] Even in the spotlight, I'm the hardest to see Rise. If I were you, I'd want to be me I'll rep 'til the cows come home, rock 'til it hurts Niggas wasn't feeling my verse. Now they're rocking my shirts With my sticker on their fridge, giving credit to me Y'all used to sleep. Now y'all know my verses better than me I'll be a household name, have everybody talking Y'all suck, so I'll play my own songs in my Walkman I know a song works when your neck and your arms jerk And people in the crowd clap for me 'til their palms hurt Write about myself 'cause it's a dope topic Stop it. Your mind's smaller than an ant's pocket You'll never Rise. You should have never tried to And it's not whether you win or lose. It's whether I do The team I'm tied to heard hip hop cry Tell 'em why my back hurts: everybody's on a Rise Wrecking from birth, skin the complexion of earth A boy genius. Came out and tested my nerves I'll rock subtle flows, jeans, and kicks with a double sole Y'all are homos in the closet like my other clothes But I'm the reason niggas'll break their rewind buttons My mind's sumptin, but I still ain't signed nothing I'll start blushing when I hear my ill verses The coming of Rise'll make these rappers fill churches Kneel when they heard this, run and tell the guys That there's nothing to fear beside cries Sometimes, I'm surprised at the ways that I handle crews When I'm finished, you'll be mad at your moms for having you So fat, you're wondering, "Where mine be at?" There's deep mysteries in life like: who signed these cats? That help me zone out. Y'all players get burned in the blowouts Rise, I'll turn my fans on—even when it's cold out [Verse 4: Eddie Brock] My literary devices sharp enough to slice with Verbal strategies leave anatomies lifeless Man should observe my transcript On some hand-to-hand shit, Brock ain't the nigga to dance with Too handsome to dance with the chance hit While striking you, hiking the fare like New York City transit Life softball pitchers, I'm underhanded Drop skills like ACME anvils, leaving you branded Scarlet Letter on your forehead, clearing blocks Like a warhead. Shit, atheists is praying before bed Rep for them hardcore heads that spit rounds My pull is gravitational—I'm holding shit down I split crowns like royal twins do And Ginsu instrumentals with the evil that Timbs do Tend to offend brews and abuse your mental Hit domes with poems detrimental to [?] Making your molars crack. You're just another soul to jack I got solar raps hot enough to melt the polar caps [Outro: Eddie Brock] D.L., Eddie Ill, Rise once again, nigga. Rubix, Hazadous. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Northeast Bronx. BX. [?]. This for Brockoli. None of y'all can stop me. 165, I hit like I'm cock-D. Yeah, I got...