Open the Mic

(Verse 1: Jay Love)
Yeah, unh, yo, let me spark this
I'm already wound up
Let's burn it from the ground up
Turn the ******g sound up
Allow chumps spitting on this underground cut
Come around, it's going down like the town slut
Keep your mouth shut, I'm quick to set it
Kid forget it, I get gassed and piss unleaded
Your *******t's pathetic, split before your wig's beheaded
Disconnected and ripped apart like a Chris**as present
Flip this record, we can battle on the instrumental
Battle to a quickened tempo, battle with a pen and pencil
Your girl's digits in my pocket, that's coincidental
But if they had a pimp Olympics, I would win a medal
I've been around them most of my life
I go to your show with a knife and start provoking a fight
Jump on stage just when the moment is right
And scream open the mic or the poet gets sliced
(Verse 2: Celph Titled)
Out the mouth comes fire
Who ignite the fullest
Celph Titled feed you led
Make you bit the bullet
Talk imaginary crime stories
And get dealt shots
Surprise you with the calico
And get shell shocked
And hell's hot, you don't want to get caught there
When there's warfare, we suit up
And carry fours in pairs
I'll rob a ******* too
Snatch her purse with the quickness
Not Jamaican, but I love to jerk chickens
*******s disrespect, I never keep it on wax
We load up the vans with soldiers and fully loaded macs
Cra*******ng through the windows of your crib
Blasting shots wearing navy seal suits
That look like astronauts
Don't give a ******* about rap
You talking thug *******t, drain your bodily fluids
Now you lack substance
Whether east or west, you bring beef around here
I'll launch a missile to your city until the coast is clear
(Verse 3: Louis Logic)
Ay, yo, you feeling me
Well get your mittens out my trousers
Or we'll deal a beating out like a clique of rowdy bouncers
You sit around announcers got nothing to say
Like your girl when I'm standing up and ******g her face
*******t, we take shots like they don't affect us
With more rounds and quarters
Than bankers and pay phone collectors
I sip licks with thick chicks and stay so erected
Cause my ******* fit in a slick slit like lego connectors
Hey, don't forget this, J-Love and Celph and J-Zone
Spit heat like they come from hell
When I'm pissy, I can dump as well
When I'm not, I'm just pissed off
So your two choices are lumped or swelled
Chicks tell me I'm something else, the way I eat snatch
In a pair of cushy knee pads and safety mask
And lately, that's been the reason they hate me rapping
Cause my ******* disappear in your chicks mouth
Like baby aspirin
(Verse 4: J-Zone)
Y'all say Zone is a one trick pony
I say Zone got a long *******, blow me
The way y'all hate, the more the money come
I ain't been unanimously loved since I was 21
With Muisc for Tu Madre
My first LP, all that critical acclaim
I was up in Starbucks and couldn't afford a latte
But now I talk trash and bring hell to the people
You're not a broad or a bank teller, I don't want to see you
Too cheap to go clubbing, to ugly to model
Too broke to drink Crys, but I'll front with the bottle
J-Zone give a dime to a quarter, ******* please
Rich or poor, y'all ain't worthy to wash my drawers
A-R-C on the beat, me Odd Couple and Celph
Use your bathroom and pee on the seat
And ******* a holistic ho, I'd rather have a ho
With lipstick blow on my ******* like a piccolo
(Verse 5: JJ Brown)
Now hold up, you can't have a jam
With out the engineer man
It's double J Brown in this *******, yeah, yeah
I get into your psyche, don't care if you like me
You're *******, even your le*******o flow is so dyke-e
Check the level of the treble, that's the five-g sound
The devils on a whole new level
When we roll through your town
Cause it's the O double D
C-O-U-P-L-E
With ****** on this banger courtesy of AV
It's hot *******t, don't say you is when you isn't
Like jerking off with your left hand
That *******t just feels different
And porque you want to act like you got that pimp *******t
Cinematic heads know that my posse make hits
I heard you thinking, drinking is some *******t that we say
But best believe I leave this rapper style dripping with Grand Marnier
Hip hop hooray, it's the end for your clowns
And leave your ho standing up
You sit the ******* back down, homie