5 MC’s Away

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[Intro: Eyedea] We in this motherfucker, a question: it's like the question of the day Question of the day is... something that consists of a question That'll be very easily answered Let's go and ask the Kanser, and like- [Verse 1: Eyedea] Is there a purpose for weak crews? Cuz really, I don't know The floral surface keeps your knees bruised, how's it going, hoe? While I'm flowing, don't get too wet and let the juices seep through Your pretty pink panty, pussy MC, you get a bit antsy I got some candy for your sweet tooth but I need loot Stop trying to be cute or I'll еat you where you're standing Hand mе the mic and I'll damage it, don't fantasize Recognize you leave the circle with purple and black swollen eyes And a second place prize that says you tried, but I guess they lied Cuz in the first round, you was on the ground looking up at a blurry sky You couldn't clutch consciousness, I ain't saying you're lame at all But if we was playing a game of ball, you'd be on the bench And it's a shame cuz y'all had confidence, but you still suck Everything you built up will crumble, even in name, you fall I drained my balls and can't possibly nut at another motherfucking crew! And I ain't even laughing cuz it's true [Verse 2: Mesh] You got your top 10 scientists trying to run analysis On how the style is twist to grab a violent cryptid With the name Mesh One, classification: Midwestern Urbanized winter, poetic inventor Sensors down the line connect electrodes Dual hemisphere interaction is what the intellect will Try to dissect the scroll but inadequate, suggest your efforts To obtain the answers only led to more questions Lab test and brain scanning don't explain what's examined Schematical structures show we not from the same planet No evidence on the entity, studies prove inconclusive Usage that I choose produces depths like Confucius [Verse 3: Unicus and Mesh] Your style's weak, similar to featherweight MCs who got knocked out the ring within seconds of stepping I reckon Kanser be the middleweight Michael from Grace Who sold over 200 tapes in the Land of 10,000 Lakes Where you only get respect if you sound like the rest Of the money hungry tooly packing rapping Muppet babies Commercialized like Calvin Klein's obsession with bulimic ladies Lyrics laced like lingerie, that's why it's easy To see through MCs, upsetting like a preacher Finding out his son is gay with no delay Damaging thoughts I start to deliver From your cerebellum all the way to your liver, verbally hardcore Violating with venom, voluntary vocalist approaching this Sector is deadly, step to me Then again give me my space with all the microphones in this world This ain't the one you wanna embrace [Verse 4: New MC] Urban b-boy time to deploy the missile That will hit you in the middle of the riddle, now they skittle Make it tickle on the tip of them toes See, I be flipping them flows, suppose you could do it also My ego would fall slow - define dope without wack kids Wouldn't fiend for hope out the crack like some sunlight Wishing that they could write one tight rap and read it to their peers Tears at night might stop, you could frame your prop Put it above your futon, you crouton! Now who's on New? Mesh and U play the background Kanser troop coming through with the phat sound Batting down the hatch and snatch kids out their seats Beats and fly vocal MCing, the local human being who be seeing two skylines My rhymes reflect that, the impact is just dope [Verse 5: Glorius L] The grand finale chose to represent last on this episode Watch me wreck the old and the news is crews can expect A load of stress when Glorius is next to flow, you sink Like Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic if you even think Of rhyming afterglow, Twin City's hip hop realize I ran it, I run it Now y'all got the gall to think y'all the only team on the scene? Making me sick to my stomach When the Pack made most of you motherfuckers public And now you wanna try to diss? I love it, you keep it coming And this so-called hip hop scene you running Is full of fans just passing the time, waiting for the return Of the Abstract Pack to bust in, rushing our stunning stage shows And lyrically proving worthy of halos How could you even attempt to forget the fatal? And when you say those words of idioticy they pushed on top of me I write an odyssey to properly expose your mockery You mocking me and my boys, you know what's coming It's the well placed blow and ayo, this verse is written Representing the initial shovel sticking in the ground Beginning diggings of your grave holes is starting now