Verb T
Yo!
Im on the search for knowledge.
They're lookin' at me like Earth to Thomas.
Bright star, each bar is like a burning comet.
Ex-herbaholic surfin' on a tidle wave.
d*** I just overcooked your brain in a microwave
My mistake.
I'm sittin' wide awake, like the pipe, I play my tune
People follow, I'll take you miles away.
Yes I'm your highness for real 'cos my mind is
Lost in the clouds can't fully raise my eyelids.
Building an escape pod, tryin' to climb inside it.
Get away, lookin' for the stars shining vibrant.
Dynamite s***, short fuse temper temper.
Vent the tension and I would like to send a mention to
Your ego, pretentious fool you sound demented
Out the trenches, you ain't the trench coat Mafia.
And this ain't revenge of the nerds you f*****' amateur.
That is f*****, wrap it up now man I've had enough.
Fliptrix
Find me where the bombs blow
Holes in my foes still smokin'
Killing enemies with choke holds
Leave 'em with their wounds open
Just to free them emotions.
Then I flee to my barracks
As the house of flying daggers,
Like Jackie Chan on tabs of acid, I kill a snake then I climb a ladder,
Trigger tounge is callous,
With charisma by the gallons, so were not balanced
I'm on point while you lack talent,
I practice black magic,
Plus im strapped with a bag full of gas and a packet of some matches,
Not the safety type, raise up the Farenheight,
You're goin' down like a m***********' stalagtite,
Snap it then I stab your spine, in the black of the night,
Then turn your flesh back to life like I'm Frankenstein,
I'm bad for your health like a jam in formaldehyde?
Known as the medicine man, I kill the parasites.
Chorus x2 (BVA & Fliptrix)
Be original
Dont copy this material
Use your own voice and make sure its lyrical
You know you did it right if the kids like to mimic you
Brush to the wax
thats how we do/Thats how we bring the image through
Leaf Dog
Try'n to recite what I rap
You might catch a ripped jaw.
Lines cut with precision just like a jigsaw.
Lyrics hidden like dug s*** dig to be sure
I keep the underground up, like the Earth does with its core.
A term support, try'n stab me in the back
Its a fact you won't win like our troops in Iraq.
My crews not a single brain, like a wolf pack
Or you buy this gun kickin' off screamin' move back.
f*** these rich kids try'n rap straight pills
How they act, but I've never heard a real word in a single track.
Doing facts like I'm building a case
What I put in her mouth for the next week you'll taste its flow.
I can't wait so I choose to embrace
Why you full of fake love, like you're two in the face.
Confused in the race, try'n to make noise
But your playing days are over
Like an athlete when he takes drugs.
BVA
To raps like a loose grip
Neckin' the new s***.
They said that my style's a bit fruity so i juiced it
Do bondage with the track
And slap heads with the truth's whip.
Pay so much mind to the track you think I'm too skitz.
From the year of the tiger, the mind rider
Penetrate the track so even your girl feels it inside her.
Out of place like cider in a posh bar
And kids are sellin' now
But they'll get toasted 'cos they're pop-tarts.
I'm off the chain like a broke bike
Spit s*** you wont like
If you're hyped and you're beat, worn out
Screamin' I'm so tight.
'Cos me man I'm more chill
Follow this small world.
I smoke the peace pipe, while I spit lyrical war skills.
Most rappers gurn hard, like they took four pills
Cube faced needs s***e 'cos he wasted he ain't ill.
They're sick if you mean dying and most of 'em keep tryin'
But they can't see me like the the room im gettin' high in.
Chorus x2 (BVA & Fliptrix)
Yo!
Im on the search for knowledge.
They're lookin' at me like Earth to Thomas.
Bright star, each bar is like a burning comet.
Ex-herbaholic surfin' on a tidle wave.
d*** I just overcooked your brain in a microwave
My mistake.
I'm sittin' wide awake, like the pipe, I play my tune
People follow, I'll take you miles away.
Yes I'm your highness for real 'cos my mind is
Lost in the clouds can't fully raise my eyelids.
Building an escape pod, tryin' to climb inside it.
Get away, lookin' for the stars shining vibrant.
Dynamite s***, short fuse temper temper.
Vent the tension and I would like to send a mention to
Your ego, pretentious fool you sound demented
Out the trenches, you ain't the trench coat Mafia.
And this ain't revenge of the nerds you f*****' amateur.
That is f*****, wrap it up now man I've had enough.
Fliptrix
Find me where the bombs blow
Holes in my foes still smokin'
Killing enemies with choke holds
Leave 'em with their wounds open
Just to free them emotions.
Then I flee to my barracks
As the house of flying daggers,
Like Jackie Chan on tabs of acid, I kill a snake then I climb a ladder,
Trigger tounge is callous,
With charisma by the gallons, so were not balanced
I'm on point while you lack talent,
I practice black magic,
Plus im strapped with a bag full of gas and a packet of some matches,
Not the safety type, raise up the Farenheight,
You're goin' down like a m***********' stalagtite,
Snap it then I stab your spine, in the black of the night,
Then turn your flesh back to life like I'm Frankenstein,
I'm bad for your health like a jam in formaldehyde?
Known as the medicine man, I kill the parasites.
Chorus x2 (BVA & Fliptrix)
Be original
Dont copy this material
Use your own voice and make sure its lyrical
You know you did it right if the kids like to mimic you
Brush to the wax
thats how we do/Thats how we bring the image through
Leaf Dog
Try'n to recite what I rap
You might catch a ripped jaw.
Lines cut with precision just like a jigsaw.
Lyrics hidden like dug s*** dig to be sure
I keep the underground up, like the Earth does with its core.
A term support, try'n stab me in the back
Its a fact you won't win like our troops in Iraq.
My crews not a single brain, like a wolf pack
Or you buy this gun kickin' off screamin' move back.
f*** these rich kids try'n rap straight pills
How they act, but I've never heard a real word in a single track.
Doing facts like I'm building a case
What I put in her mouth for the next week you'll taste its flow.
I can't wait so I choose to embrace
Why you full of fake love, like you're two in the face.
Confused in the race, try'n to make noise
But your playing days are over
Like an athlete when he takes drugs.
BVA
To raps like a loose grip
Neckin' the new s***.
They said that my style's a bit fruity so i juiced it
Do bondage with the track
And slap heads with the truth's whip.
Pay so much mind to the track you think I'm too skitz.
From the year of the tiger, the mind rider
Penetrate the track so even your girl feels it inside her.
Out of place like cider in a posh bar
And kids are sellin' now
But they'll get toasted 'cos they're pop-tarts.
I'm off the chain like a broke bike
Spit s*** you wont like
If you're hyped and you're beat, worn out
Screamin' I'm so tight.
'Cos me man I'm more chill
Follow this small world.
I smoke the peace pipe, while I spit lyrical war skills.
Most rappers gurn hard, like they took four pills
Cube faced needs s***e 'cos he wasted he ain't ill.
They're sick if you mean dying and most of 'em keep tryin'
But they can't see me like the the room im gettin' high in.
Chorus x2 (BVA & Fliptrix)