Mortal Kombat

Savage:<br><br>Who be dat ill nigga creepin` out da jungle,<br>wit an axe and a knapsack? Let`s get ready to rumble!<br>Tumble through the thresholds of hell in a cipher,<br>when I decipher rhymes with the precision of a sniper-<br>Get hyper, get open, get ripped apart,<br>I got the crossbow in hand, got the sites aimed at your heart,<br>so start your beef if you wanna chief,<br>I`m a cut your body up-feed it to the sharks in the coral reef.<br>The Soul Kids haven`t-nor would the Soul Kids ever<br>get played. Niggas get sprayed, heads get severred!<br>With the lyrics that are relevant..for the hell of it<br>I rip a rapper`s frame because my flow is excellent!<br>Yeah! Wit` da ill tune I`m bringing pain soon<br>to the one who imitates me like he`s Shang Tsung!<br>and ya know we can`t have that, <br>The Infamous is well-trained in the art of Mortal Combat!<br><br>Mad Komposa:<br>My style descends from Italian witticism,<br>coveyed upon an arc from Roman Catholic mysticism, <br>********** tracing chalk around your body!<br>A sick phukking animal like a Rap John Gotti. <br>Conducting classes through the glasses of Al D`Amato,<br>I`m out to cause change like the death of Castellano-<br>G-Clef, in ya ear produces fear...<br>vibrations that inflict like the horns of a steer!<br>I write raps in Latin, translated for my rituals,<br>to Gregorian chants, to soothe my savage wrants.<br>My Mortal Combat is a "mirror match",<br>between two opposing poles of a Gemini Sun`s soul!<br>I`m laying tracks at the Vatican-in Rome,<br>with such a sick tone, the phukkin Pope is panicking!<br>He wanna battle? He must be joking!<br>My A.S.R. will leave his SP-12 smoking!<br><br>Storm:<br>Storm representing like the weather,<br>Y`all btiches is cold fronts, I flow once, you`ll<br>feel my rains of terror...<br>I`m scaring niggas like "Lorena" with some scissors,<br>A Ghetto Mutant, climing ya walls like The Lizard. <br>The Black Sonya skilled in nine degrees of Combat,<br>Mortals that react get their spine ripped out they back!<br>You blowin up? Watch me drop you like a load, <br>blow my kiss of death to make your phukkin` ass explode!<br><br>Black Spic:<br><br><br>Let me flip the script on the real, I wanna bug!<br>Cuz here comes the man Allah fashioned in black mud!<br>Run for cover! My shit is unstable...<br>You savor-the flavor-the nigga spitting razors!<br>I`m heading for Armageddon with two clips loaded,<br>So nigga start running-it`s da Black Spic that`s coming!<br>I walk on the block with my glock on lock, <br>and if ya get froggy that`s it baby pop...<br>PBOW! I hit ya wi` a style..ya wet up...<br>Some new improved shit that cold phukked ya whole head up,<br>So step up, and dance with the devil if ya froggy, <br>I lock like a Maspeth when I take your last breath...<br>Run for cover, I`ll take ya tape recorder,<br>and bag ya crew...in alphabetical order!<br>Y`all know my steelo, so what`s up knokka?<br>Mortal Combat from the Puerto Rican spear-chucker!<br><br>Goodfella:<br><br><br>Word is bond from the Bush to Malaysia,<br>I`m wacking shmuck stoonads like I`m Albert Anastasia,<br>the greaseball guinnie with the flav of saltin bakka<br>I`m ice like Gravanno, slicin` suckers like `Baraka.`<br>Blood Honor...unveil the vile `Reptile` drama,<br>Now I slam on the jam like Sam Giancana,<br>So run to the hills like Iron Maiden, <br>cuz I spark mic`s with lighting like the thunder god `Raiden`!<br>Volare` Wo-oah! I freeze emcees like `Sub-Zero`,<br>DeNiro of the mic, a man of respect ya love to fear,<br>I harpoon ya like `Scorpion`... (get over here!),<br>Goodfella Mike G., you know the flow`s mafioso, <br>but emcees be so-so, and chicken, like orzo,<br>while I`m catching wreck like Mike Piazza, <br>And shooting gift like Mancini with dat Boom-Boom-ZAZA!!!