Artist: Linguistics Album: The Writes of Passage Song: Tha Realness Typed by: Joemamma78@aol.com [- Chorus -] [Sample] [Mobb Deep: "Shook Ones Pt. 2"] - "I got you stuck off the realness.." (mixed) [Sample] [Big Pun: "Rhymin Abomination"] - "Faking like you Satan when I'm the rhyming abomination" [Entity - verse 1] Who's the most vicious emcee spitting sickness over verses with ill techniques My skill speaks, like drill seargeants I kill squads, is when I spill the hardest From here to August I'm an artist, far from modest How many times I promise to harvest in your conscience Talking shit, constant, 'till you tell me to stop it In the cockpit I drop hits from here to Compton I'll spit on your carpet, using the tip of a shotgun I'm a monster when I got one, so put up your guard Spit, but consider wit' caution when I beg your pardon I'ma bug 'till I rock the garden My cock is the size of an oxen, there's no option I'ma steal oxygen from the planet, and sniff dust off of granite Rocking a jacket, that lets me transmit, pages of a pamplet That knocks bandits into plywood, they casket, you bastards [Chorus] [IQ - Verse 2] I'm your area, I'll bury ya Scarin' ya, full of hesteria More rabid than a Pitbull-Terrier I'll smoke a bit a dope and float like a herrier I'd say get ready but there is no preparing ya For the character, against violence A giant, not using your right to remain silent You want a rap career? You can't have it Your not O.J., you need to take another stab at it Sad faggot, when I start to rap and add magic They gasp at it, like asthmatic crack-addicts And laugh at at, fanatic estatic rap-static, dap tragic You'll get caught up like you're in bad traffic Dramatic, traumatic, skillfull syllables Unkillable Was fed wack rappers through my umbilical Still filled with bullshit topics and profit off it Pocket a lot of dollars while the followers jock it [chorus] [Kasper - Verse 3] One of the nicest alive and breathing, still in the lead with this I'm pleased to leave them bleeding, pleading the fifth Nobody spits like this anymore I'm from the underground where clowns get torn apart, it's the art of war You want respect you gotta earn it, take it Don't expect to get it with Rolex's or a Lexus I bet your necklace on my life you won't win on the mic By the likes of you faggots it'll be a tragic sacrifice After stabbing you twice you'll be handing your life over I rhyme colder, freezing time with every line Use your mind soldier, I keep mine sober Goes as a lyrical show, the wit, the instincs of a King Cobra I bring closure with no remorse or remission, the flow is gorgeously sickened The aura glows in the written's I'm spittin' nothing but illness, skill, and resilience I kill 'em with brilliance, you don't have to feel this, but still [Chorus]