Take A Number

Lyrics

[Qwazaar] Typical Cats explode from the middle of the vortex Leading the beast on a search for your raw flesh Beat ya to death, snatch the corpse From out of your coffins Greeting your flesh with a cleat to the chest Leave you bleedin and breathing awkward See the semen seeping from the pulpit While I'm screaming, "Aw shit, must've lost it!" Cinematic even, rhythematic stalking Systematics in-tact Collide and collapse adults on tracks, attach Foot-long scalpels to neck Be sure to respect 12" cuts from DJ Natural You're pathetic at best; Synthetic at less Mic dominance without the numbers 23 on our chest Intrude on your mentals with instrumentals to gain respect Sixteen bars of vicious riddles expose those claimin' They came correct The illest crew created for the purpose of killing you Disconnect the veins from neck Nobodies feelin' you, you don't deserve the same respect Consider what you spit as an application for death This is the interview; Just a fucking interview Really there's nothing typical [Hook] "Check out the trio" "Emcees no question" "It's all about skills" "So recognize when ya feel it" "Listen, don't be missing any word I say" "Recognize when ya feel it" [Verse 2"] [Hook] [Qwel] Hello kitties, Qwel's flows' witty shitty Got the city open to boast comatose flows Fucker, try rhyming right You ain't half as tight as the last sacrifice- Cats fight with Lazarus to bring this mic back to life I'll just pound a Downtown Brown My stereotypes surround sound Do I have to try to drown you Choke unquote overdoses No one told this kid I know I'm dope Motherfucker, I was there when I wrote this With a cold fist grin, I win Next fake fresh bait to make an example of Mic checkmate Fuck winning within the in crowd Crowd im insane Rapping from Hell's cellar Deafer than Helen what's what's her name Fuck the fame say no better Hectic mic fetishes I'm the motherfucking king like Oedipus Sedatives for pathetic rhetoric Leaves ya nauseous Hecklers, bring your djs and die of natural causes [Hook]