#BlaqDeathCypher2 Verse 1: @zaxarax Verse 2: @popedogg420 Verse 3: @treveongibson Verse 4: @mr.j.is.here ZaXaRaX Lyrics: I write those raps Just like a psychopath I go mad with the mic like my cytoplasm's made of cybo-plastic got robot rhymes with them pyro tactics When I throw hot lines you'll need a chiropractic I won't hold back a bit I'm goin massive with this flow I'm rappin like a poet and you better know it yeah Cook a rap like a combustion engine Look at that sounds like a dozen engineers Wrote it out now it's lungin in your ear Hits your canal and it doesn't disappear Wasn't it clear that I'm someone to fear It's nothing personal though if a couple verses will Cut and hurt your throat Cause I'm cutthroat and dope so no rope could hold me up Know that I'm cold I won't fold I throw tough Vagabond Lyrics: The game is a feast, and I'm coming to eat I'm bringing the green, on the side with some beef These bitches don't seem to understand me I be burying beats (beets) and reaping karots (carrots) Been born for this I inherit What I got, bitch, I won't share it Beethoven with hate can't hear it Everyones in a rush for the throne I hop on a track just to set the tone I don't give a fuck if you don't condone Looking up my barrel call it Google Chrome Vagabond on the scene, maybe bit obscene Spitting from your wildest dreams You can't compete with me, rop prodigy Beat me that's a fallory Go ahead challenge me Going down in history Fuck you know bout being an MC Talk to me When your Book of Rhymes isn't empty. Mr. J Lyrics: Sick and cynical the second that I reach the pinnacle, Never ducking your fucking bugging I'll keep it subliminal, People spitting subpar bars like good golfers, Put a hole in one of these birdies with an eagle, get hood results, My institution left pollution on every title I waved, Like the oil that boils on top of these tidal waves, Bodied and buried it's scary, sleeping underground, I get the people wanting more like a hooker tryna get nother round, after her fourth time getting plowed and passed round town, It's Mr. J, I came with an evil intent, by the time this verse is finished I leave you brain dead, Scatter brained, in pain, with a new strain of ill, Stay in your lane, insane, swallow another pill, Hope you motherfuckers know that something you should mess with, Too damn ill with this disease, It can't be cured with antiseptic Y'all shit redundant it leaves me guessing, I'm too I'll to be cure antisepti- fuck thats a bar I just did, Stay in you lane, insane, fuck I forgot I'm a rhymer, I am the greatest of all timers, Plagued in the mind with Alzheimer's, Spit a 16 when my trigger pulling, It's Russian roulette you don't know when you'll catch a bullet, Wanted smoke, don't choke, provoke, a man that wields fire keeps it stoke, Makes you croak, Ribbit froggy boy, destroy the whole game, Plagued by The Blaq Death, nothing's gonna remain