3rd Kuhler to the MAX (We going HAM on this one)
Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 11:58 am
Aight... First time collab between me and 3rd, so we figured this is how we would bring it to the table...
Kuhlerblynd-
Leave emcees collapsed of course, we attack with force
Ya'll simply gassed for sure as we pass the torch
Blowing up tracks and more, derail ya train of thought
Celebrities with the fame on lock, we remain on top
Even our pages caught fire cuz our words are flaming hot
Not about to change the plot, we still conquering masses
Sodom's history becomes a mystery after bombin you faggots
Ya'll take tactics often so drastic that Bin Ladin is laughing
You prefer paper or plastic? See how the coffin or bag fits
Beatin us is not gonna happen, you soft as a mattress
Better off as an actress, or out talkin to classes
Teaching kids who show asses our punches are causin backflips
Ambulance ready to haul in you bastards to intensive care
There's never been a pair of fists compared to the shit we bare
These pistons flare, and swing so quick they rip the air
So much fuckin food for thought, you grabbed the kitchen chair
Who says any mission's fair? This is Gods versus humans
These bombs hit in union, shred apart any movement
They're constant and fluid until you rock to the music
Battling us? You shouldnt choose it, you'll honestly lose, bitch
We bare arms that'll shoot shit to knock off ya crew with
Had no purpose in life we cocked, popped, and proved it
The truth is...
3rd String-
truth is...we butter the waffles and put syrup on the biscuits
using rappers as food to feed the people's nutrition
your lines produce no buzz like a light beer on the bar
sipping on fillers only when I ice the repertoire
no history is missing me and I will expose the matter
just turn the lights on to watch the roaches scatter
a guns and butter factor but the fizzle of the toast is flatter
I speak to elites since lower levels only approach disaster
Knockouts get handed out on the next generations
pre-dealing with potential threats as a form of infiltration
laying down slap bass like in an eighties sex scene
booming across the fields of a writer’s wet dreams
while I gorilla press fiends for the one, two, three count
chumps tugging at the glitter robe to bust the seams out
but its double stitched so you slipped like water on rubber grips
thought you could compete? Must be something I missed
like water pistol target practice but I don’t play rehearsals
I brown paper bag trash like orders off of vibrator commercials
(ANYONE THAT WOULD LIKE FOR US TO RETURN FEED, PLEASE JUST LEAVE A LINK OR THE TITLE OF YOUR PIECE, AND WE WILL RETURN THE FAVOR ASAP)
Kuhlerblynd-
Leave emcees collapsed of course, we attack with force
Ya'll simply gassed for sure as we pass the torch
Blowing up tracks and more, derail ya train of thought
Celebrities with the fame on lock, we remain on top
Even our pages caught fire cuz our words are flaming hot
Not about to change the plot, we still conquering masses
Sodom's history becomes a mystery after bombin you faggots
Ya'll take tactics often so drastic that Bin Ladin is laughing
You prefer paper or plastic? See how the coffin or bag fits
Beatin us is not gonna happen, you soft as a mattress
Better off as an actress, or out talkin to classes
Teaching kids who show asses our punches are causin backflips
Ambulance ready to haul in you bastards to intensive care
There's never been a pair of fists compared to the shit we bare
These pistons flare, and swing so quick they rip the air
So much fuckin food for thought, you grabbed the kitchen chair
Who says any mission's fair? This is Gods versus humans
These bombs hit in union, shred apart any movement
They're constant and fluid until you rock to the music
Battling us? You shouldnt choose it, you'll honestly lose, bitch
We bare arms that'll shoot shit to knock off ya crew with
Had no purpose in life we cocked, popped, and proved it
The truth is...
3rd String-
truth is...we butter the waffles and put syrup on the biscuits
using rappers as food to feed the people's nutrition
your lines produce no buzz like a light beer on the bar
sipping on fillers only when I ice the repertoire
no history is missing me and I will expose the matter
just turn the lights on to watch the roaches scatter
a guns and butter factor but the fizzle of the toast is flatter
I speak to elites since lower levels only approach disaster
Knockouts get handed out on the next generations
pre-dealing with potential threats as a form of infiltration
laying down slap bass like in an eighties sex scene
booming across the fields of a writer’s wet dreams
while I gorilla press fiends for the one, two, three count
chumps tugging at the glitter robe to bust the seams out
but its double stitched so you slipped like water on rubber grips
thought you could compete? Must be something I missed
like water pistol target practice but I don’t play rehearsals
I brown paper bag trash like orders off of vibrator commercials
(ANYONE THAT WOULD LIKE FOR US TO RETURN FEED, PLEASE JUST LEAVE A LINK OR THE TITLE OF YOUR PIECE, AND WE WILL RETURN THE FAVOR ASAP)