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    *after 2 minutes of talking*

    [Bobbito]
    Yo so let's get the mic burned, open it up

    [Black Thought]
    Yes I, check it out
    It's like, you listen to the musician
    Umbilicle mic, my syllable strikes ya vision
    I take you through a tunnel of thought, wit no support
    Now you got caught off guard, by the number one scar for the Illa-Fifth
    Lyrically for feelin this, Black Thought yo the skill assisted
    By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be type valid
    Disasterous, the master just bust this, for the listener
    Black Thought yo, while I exhibit the
    Styles, from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the style
    Severin rooms just like apartments, ill flavor
    I'm a skyscraper by nature
    Down wit my number one neighbor, Common
    >From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin, what?
    Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta Mr. Trotter
    Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of this ready to rhyme
    So I'm just gon' set go down wit mine, rewind, check it out

    [Common]
    I persue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair
    Other niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs
    On Knotts I Landed, players get played like Hamlet
    Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life
    I write twice and drop singles in record pools
    Niggas I'm dunkin like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles
    Rhymin big words and not sayin shit
    The click that you came in wit, the accent you flavor whipped
    I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the week
    Niggas is weak an' and I start to speakin
    Niggas start to leakin, my nigga Derek D an'
    I'm foreseein the future, funky for human beings
    Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise iller
    Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer, I spill a
    Little bit of juice to a MC who need a new producer
    Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I rock like crack
    I'm ready to attack, Thoughts is Black
    Niggas understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme
    I Stretch a nigga all across the line like I was Bobbito or Armstrong
    Com's song'll keep goin, I start the holdin
    My flowin is turnin to earth
    The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old school *laughin*
    ?Tremblin when it came down the shoot?

    [Pharoahe Monch]
    (Pharoahe) Yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah
    (Pharoahe) yeah yeah yo
    Always beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em again and again
    Sendin em back, lettin em know that minimum wages
    Subliminally befriending em for criminal ac-tivity
    Mics I chop like Florida State Seminoles wit criminal facts
    And milly ac-tually I piss on your promotional wax
    It'll be tight but only this, what nigga swears he's the nicest
    Just because he got rhyme of the month twice
    Four mic devices, the gem star blade the shit slices
    Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices, Absolute
    Absolute uh, Absolute uh, Absolute uh (kill it)

    [Absolute]
    Yes, rippin the microphone
    My words will enlight your dome
    When I'm quick to strike your home just like Capone
    N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will slaughter yours
    Still waitin for the beat to come in, I'm dangerous like Satan
    Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, I'll battle you and your cousin
    It's the beef for black attack
    When I, yes quick to subtract the wack
    When I go from track to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin
    Flowin like water from a fountain when I deliver
    Like water from a river makin you shiver
    That's for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature
    Yes, but I'm about to get deeper
    You'll catch a ill reflection from listenin too close to the speaker
    When I reach ya, it's gettin more clearer, outta the era

    [Black Thought]
    It's like this, we keep you open like a parachute
    Took a shot of hip hop, it's Absolute
    For my man from the House of Representatives
    And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, that's what I'ma bout ta
    Do I show you a style and throw you?
    For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the seckle cuz
    I'm the superior style and you inferior
    Let me adjust my voice so you can hear me ta--
    Bust rule the, microphone
    Pure skills, nuttin but it, all of a sudden
    MC's just start to studdered from the rap style
    Hey yo let me rewind check it out, check it out
    Well it's the, deranged style that change formats and forms
    I swarm like killa bees for feelin these fantasies
    MC's throw a tantrum, I sing the Fifth Anthem
    Aiyyo it's like this, my song thump your preference
    You can never attempt to reach that where my level is
    Black Thought severin competitives, off the dome top
    Yo my microphone stop, my man Com just drop

    [Common]
    And don't halt, I guess it was my fault
    I came through thick like a malt, niggas tried to pour salt
    But never knew the flavor, my shit is accented from Chicago
    Niggas follow, hold the water bottle
    My shit'll keep flowin
    Now I'm showin this poetry in motion like a picure
    Read the scripture, understood the first New Testament
    Start to blessin it
    The shit is like this, where the beat went
    I give MC's the silent treatment
    They tried to come against me, I told em they wasn't fresh
    Rappers I Crush, Kill and Destroy like Stress
    Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll just send a-nother
    Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't have room to shit on the mic
    That I had, it's like the nigga Com Sense, I don't need a pad
    Off the dome, my shit'll roam/Rome like a Greek
    I start to speak, and niggas sound extra weak/week
    Like seven days, I take ya seven whole days like Tony
    Never been a phony, Express styles like a Pony
    Hold ya horses, Com Sense read The Sources
    Toss this type of shit that go straight through, I lost this
    One time, it came back the rap sunshine
    Niggas follow me like one time
    Check it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on
    It's like this upon the mic yo I sit upon

    [Pharoahe Monch]
    Yo yo, check it out now, one time now, Pharoahe Monch yo
    It's not breaks at the bar, even if you a star
    Wit me and my crew baby doll you won't go far
    I seek the love of Allah, the laws I lay
    Peepin the upper echelon of light display
    Funk distributed rap pro, attributed to facts so
    Cleverly put, more revolutions than a axel
    The sad slow nigga much smoother than Coltrane
    Who can cop beats that I chop like cocaine
    The effortless action wit moves like subtraction
    Lip, stick and admit wit mo' satisfaction
    And all the while my beats can pile up
    More data than X-File shows all added up
    The educated nigga from Queens, by any means
    Servin any fiends, similar to Supreme Team
    But like steam I will rise to the top to redeem the cream
    For niggas who fiend for hip hop
    I pop glock and bla-block shot and chop spots
    >From top notch cops to bust from a crotch
    Positioning, what Absolute, what c'mon c'mon kick the dome

    [Absolute]
    The last word was precision so I get a vision
    And makin sentences on top of your cranium
    Underground, sub-terranien
    Crossin the Mediterranean, water to slaughter MC's
    Who can't catch across the border
    Lookin across, the window, not a nympho
    Lookin at my man, the Jedi duck when the lead fly
    My man just took a picture, so I just snapped it
    Lookin at the man who got the joint in his back shit, the back shit
    I pack shit but it's never like an automatic
    I'm causin static just like the opposite of Bounce
    I get, throwing mad amounts
    Look at my man Bobbito and Stretch
    I gotta catch the beat
    I'm never come off weak cuz weak is the opposite of strong
    I used to smoke the bong but now I got the Heineken
    It's my turn to rhyme again
    Don't need to be greedy, I give my old gear to the needy
    Used to write graffiti cuz I got the burner
    You might not get that but you I pass it back to my man wit the head wrap
    Yo

    *talking and shoutouts to end*

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