Mrtzcmp3
  • Fumbling Over Words That Rhyme
  • I See Colours
  • Murder Mystery
  • Beauty
  • Promised Land
  • Smile
  • Time Outt (Segue)
  • Polite Meeting
  • Emcees Smoke Crack
  • Mic Manipulator
  • Polite Meeting (intro)
  • Humble Magnificent
  • Funky Voltron
  • Making Planets
  • One Man Arsenal
  • '83 Wildin
  • Run That Shit!
  • Rock And Roll
  • Funky Voltron Ft. Insight
  • Torture Chamber
  • Primitive Plus
  • Making Planets Ft. Mr. Lif
  • Rock and Roll Ft. Dagha
  • The Science Of The Two
  • A.E.O.C.
  • #1 Hit Record
  • Ultra '88 (Tribute)
  • Torture Chamber Ft. Percee-P
  • Rapperfection
  • Syllable Practice (original)
  • Funky Voltron (feat. Insight)
  • Making Planets (feat. Mr. Lif)
  • You Suck
  • Migraine (Almighty Dust Mix)
  • The Science of The Two Ft. Ins
  • Key Bored
  • Rapperfection (With Mr. Lif)
  • Rock and Roll (feat. Dagha)
  • Sing It, Shitface
  • MC's Smoke Crack
  • Beautiful Food
  • The Science of the Two (feat. Insight)
  • Key-bored
  • Torture Chamber (feat. Percee-P)
  • Let's B. Friends
  • Funky Voltron (ft. Insight)
  • Migraine
  • Making Planets (ft. Mr. Lif)
  • Polite Meeting Intro
  • Echo Party

Since breast-feeding, my flesh-eating flows
Had the best leading rappers' chests beating, fast
Best dash, leave and lit your head
When I spit it's said like you're being hit with lead pipes

With spikes that'll rip to shreds
You and your men Jack can sit back from the impact
Like I was sitting strapped when napalm buried your skin, cat
Infernal heating, so much you run, spitting like I bust a gun

Make you suffer from internal bleeding
Raps that kill, drop 'em, play my tracks they're ill like a jacket your cat with a punkish thug acting real
Home gone, skull torn, showin' family mourn
Throwin' dirt, but the search for the killer still long gone

Attack you, nigga; sneak up from the back and get you with raps
Then slit your throat like they wrote about Jack the Ripper
My dough short, with no thoughts, I let my flows scorch
And burn your whole fort down to the ground like a blowtorch

This mad will gets fans killed in a landfill
Make you stand still, get your head and hands drilled damn real
I aim raps like I aim gats to the head where said
To make a lame cat's brains splat, leavin' remains on the train track

I'ma stalk your boys, travel like a Tomahawk
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