What up OTB, you know I have to back you up
Check it:
Herbs tryna graze me, they can never amaze me, they crazy
I leave traitor lasers hazy, a Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me
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What up OTB, you know I have to back you up
Check it:
Herbs tryna graze me, they can never amaze me, they crazy
I leave traitor lasers hazy, a Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me
what the blood clot, head-butt you dead; red-eyed at the dread spot
nah waste second, a gah hit de station me ga replace de Phillies Cigarillo reg box
As I tic-toc, I move tectonic like the continents
I don't give false promises, I control all dominance
O and Shizz, exalted Section 9 comrades for life - we got 'em
chroniclin' problematic bomb-blasts and leavin' 'em salty like Lot's wife in Sodom
what's the politics i got a pile of tricks up my sleeve
like David Blaine going into a reprieve/
you can't battle a cat when my claws are cutting righ through your back
slamming you on the ground like the old school shaq-attack/
what happen your right guard went left
you can't mic check without a 1,2,1,2/
where's the flow when you cannot even prove a show
my glow is golden when i breaking bones/
open ya mind with a pantheon of lines
division we glide with spikes we hide/
the pot smoke billows let go and flow like when Popeye and Bluto throw blows
why the god OTB so old-school most hoes will never know
MC's fear, the ending is near, no drugs or alcohol
So I could get the signal clear, the sheer force
Is endorsed by boars who knock down doors
People tend to ask why Sheep so bold when hollering at hoes
Cuz I know rejection is soon to come like Japan's Rising Sun/
9 members, make the ground tremble, crush mountains to pebbles
We pack weapons like rebels murderous to half-steppers
the term black or white to me never local, what matters is the vocal,
supreme is the focal mind body and spirit in total, I can see thunder from across the globe, i'm a mystic mogul.
My hand feels earthquakes, my foot creates them, I hate them
I trade wisdom with the wisemen, psycho like Patrick Bateman
the world trades with the cavemen, the gods riddled with displacement,
iron soldiers move rapidly across lands, while people act norway with pop bands.
Channel power through mic stands, when my pen lands, ten hands
Couldn't hold the art, Temple of Darts, motherfuck the pop charts
you can divide my words into infinite parts, thoughtful ways, on heightened trees the eagle lays, as the earth still burning, we prepare for more thunderous days.
Spelling Mother Fuckin' DOOM Strange Ways
Slicing Cheeks Like The Joker And The Crays
Im born wise while others wait till their hair greys, electric currents leap bounds from brain cells, i attract masses no requirement of church bells
The Rebel Sent From Hell I Dwell With Assassins And Masked Men
While You Laughing We Creep As Silent As Charlie Chaplin
Section 9 samurais takin over this one-line-rhyme time
swine-rhetoric fakes spit-stuck and fire basted with pineapple and Bud Lime
We form a cypher, none shall survive the test of rhyme
It's a crime how we rock your mind, sublime...
Let's make our thread our cypher, and just post everything there, freestyles, one liners, everything...
How does that sound?
i see people reciprocating wack shit with one another, blame it on the overconsumption of pino colada, i have already covered dangerous grounds, you're too young, out of bounds.
We commandos who are trained to dismantle wack lyrical ammo
....
Astronomical calculations, metaphysical transportations
Small are nations, in the outerworldly skies of our galactication
Wonder why I talk in riddles? It figures... my IQ differs
Double your own, multiply by the number shown... ∞
^yo shizzah those last 2 were illmaticlly original-
nice work bro-
a'ite, heres one>
on the PC keybord, OTB shaped like a pistol or a 7
so you might hear the metal whistle or an epistle from heaven>>>>>>>
Eleven Felons Pop Melons Of Evil Reverends To Hell Is Where We Send 'Em
bombs blown brains get shown open wounds
leave room for me drop knowledge in the womb enough to cause your doom/
You wanna get hyper by formin' a cypher//
Fuck that you still in ya diapers with tunes like streetfighter//
No1CouldBIlla betta not be barkin on my nilla Shizzah
I'll scissor-brand a Section 9 mark on his skin like the GZA
Don't make go back to the future
and snipe you out when you just a sperm in the womb/