Bottle Rocket

[Evidence]<br>Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds like brain surgeons<br>Feel the lyric teargas - even on clean versions<br>No profanit goddamnit hard like granite to the utmost<br>I`m butter on rye - always hired to play the low post<br>I stretch to go the distance yo my lungs are mad elastic<br>I`m dope on plastic like Flex I always keep it classic<br>Expressions in the facial I`m more racial from carribean rhythms<br>I hit `em with a battered flow padded with circles added twice<br>I`m nice on ice the line slice your dome<br>And separate rhymes from poems<br>My life....<br>Ain`t tryin to see no grammy or oscar<br>Best believe these styles will rub off like pastas<br>On people yo check Dilated Evidence<br>The influential rock rhymes in sequential format<br>You`ll see the doormat if you acting disaccordingly<br>Something to the effect of fatboys and disorderlies<br><br>[Mad Child]<br>I`ll take you from he man to shira<br>Battlecat to cringer<br>Midevil Messenger, westcoast avenger<br>Take it to the street battle me? That`s a fucking sin<br>Go one round with Mad Child you`ll be sucking wind<br>Snapping handcuffs just for de-concentration<br>Then I broke out the bus - a mental hospital patient<br>On a weekend pass but I still come sick<br>Psychopathic you`re dealing with a deranged lunatic<br>Soon to kick your teeth in, and then go berserk<br>Even Van Gogh looked at me and said you`re one piece of work<br>So I said lend me an ear, cause I`m the state of the art<br>First I`ll feast on your brain, then rip your body apart<br>There`s a party of heart stuck inbetween my fangs<br>Wrap a rope `round your neck, and you still couldn`t hang<br>`Cause you`re way off track, you need realignment<br>Murdering masterpieces in solitary confinement<br><br>[Everlast]<br>I`ll keep your backside open like the english channel<br>I rock the sure shot, I keep it hot like flannel<br>I`ll survey your panel with my foot up in your anal<br>You think it can`t happen? Kid, cause I`m rappin`?<br>Ain`t no gun clappin` cut the jaw jackin`<br>Let the joints get shot and see where it`s not<br>Then kick off your shoes jump off my jock<br>And check the new style Whitey Ford`s prone to rock<br>Once upon a time, not long ago<br>Before Hip Hop was made for the radio<br>An MC show had to co-rock the masses<br>Used to wear a kangol with the clear gazelle glasses<br>So bang bang boogie up jump the party<br>Someone clapped off and scattered everybody<br>Drunk off bacardi, high off the trauma<br>It`s death from above the livest dive bomber<br>In the squadron I break formation<br>I get New York love like my name`s Ken Son<br>??At tea?? they rock bells till they break the dawn<br>Steady puffin owl`s and fight hell like spawn<br>My moves are animated my crew`s reinstated<br>While you cats suspension`s up in my dimensions<br>We can ease tensions or we can get rowdy<br>So I`ma keep it on the love and do my duty/doody like howdy<br><br>[Divine Styler]<br>Direction short term plan regionalize rhyme boards<br>With the hordes - I`m satan dynasty killer<br>Refill the chords with the sling on down<br>Venom spit regurgitate def scripts I sound<br>Cylinder never python, prevail Mad Child<br>Physical justic can`t rush this for now<br>Move fake of the game time set backs don`t sweat that<br>God don`t test that - too much infinite to get at<br>Space to fills all the members got the illa drills<br>And if you with the rhyme skill<br>Bust the revealings of my feelings of these dealings<br>Will the represent shall<br>I build three phases of death<br>The illusion is to sweat that you reflect<br>When you feel the veil<br>Divine Styles circumnavigate nine circles of hell<br>You keep on you don`t stop `cause a nigga never stay stale<br>WudaWudaWudaWudaWudaWudaWhat I`m saying is is that...<br>You ain`t you ain`t ready for that shit (echoes)