Cypha

[Mike Statik]

its all habitual now

one puff of the sticky Statik starts to shatter the ground
the baddest around, killin all that habits the town
master the sound, thats the first path to take if your after the crown
fukk rappers yall just a bunch of fahgits and clowns
microphone murder, thats the verb that comes after the noun
the nicest you heard of, them other dudes is yappin too loud
psshh the nerve on these rappers, Statik can get u wacked for about a half of a thou

[Peet C]

The scandelous vandals back wit a random flow
punch you're ****in nose until you look like barry manilow
handle me, no, my hands KO and i got submissions
rip your arm off n use it for shark fishing, im that vicous, im my division
im the most malicous
bless you're body after death cause im superstitous
and sadistic, you're flows simpilistic
you're an autistic spastic dont become a statistic

[yaga]

Shock posters being cryptic, watching poseurs form a sh*t fit... ecliptic diction for your writtens w/my d*ck up in your visions... Jump. The f*ck. Off it. / Like you blessed to flex & Yah' ain't gon' TRASH IT!? Your sh*t being a threat's a STRETCH like Mr. Fantastic... /

[coopb2005]

first time writing anything:
break away from the death state/
contemplate til you recicitate (sp?)/
forgive Him, take you to a better place/
beg scrape and lick last supper plate plate/
anerexic to your own mistakes/
i'm bullimic, spitting knowledge in my own escape/
holmes i had to investigate/
why you ain't on da paper chase/
i'm pro-create the music, you abort the beat/
u afraid to use it, killin the fetus of defeat/
giving only half a chance, giving only half a glance/
deficate on everything in half a stance/

[Mike Statik]

let me start off sayin, i need to make a suggestion/
on the microphone... Statik is not to be messed with/
last dude that tried got meat clevered intestines/
dont ask questions, i needed to teach him a lesson/
we aint talkin 99, he only got 1 problem son/
thinks hes gota keeper but that b!tch be out gobblin cum/
left her dumbfounded, 3 hours and only got 1 round in son/
bet he kissed her lips, howd it taste man, tell me how it was/
keep that on ya mind next time you freakin eatin her pu$$y in the shower suds/

[Mike Statik]

Mike Statik, and yeah i rep the 401/
Providence Rhode Island, and all this time thats where ya daughter was/
tied up in my basement is the reason she never called ya son/
but i called when i was wasted just to tell you your missin all the fun/
how you gona stop me, im from the home of the mafia/
just cuz they got the mayor, doesnt mean they gon lock me up/
why they wanna pop me prolly cuz ima cocky fukk/
wit ya b!tch on top me, very sloppy my cock she sucked/
or what i spit is godly, and sh!t go harder than a hockey puck/

[MAGNUM FORCE]

yo,yo
hockey pucks, papi sucks cant skate...
but i hold enough weight to make the earth quake...
my birthdate, july 5th my mind shift...
lines sniffed, eyes lit, time bomb has been lit...
every rhyme that i rip is so sick...
you blown wit the chrome tip, MAGNUM know to split...
****ing skulls, busting hoes, thrusting blows...
nuting in ya *****s throat, scuk a tits till they swoll...
get bold, outta control, like its ****ing rock and roll...
i 2pac the flow 2 let ya fake thug nikka know...

[Courtdog]

Let ya fake thug niqqaz know, I'm no longer taking it
No more of this fake shiit, its basic, cuz I'm gonna make it
Gotta let you niqqaz go, sohh, I expect the hatred
Learn how to stand on your owwwwn two, m'kay biitch?
The way its, painted, would seem like it's tainted
And it is, ain't it?
Shiiiiiit I ain't got the faintest
Shiiiiiit I ain't got to explain shiit
Mental, anguish can be arranged quick
Dentals, vanished after you was sayin shiit

[Mike Statik]

when i spit sh!t, u better light up ya matches/
Mike Statik, i write classics and blow the cypher to fragments/
you think you nice, haha i bet your life it aint happenin/
matta fact, your dad shoulda blew his load right in a napkin/
like father like son, you headin right for a has been/
no talent, you think your funny but guess what, Mike isnt laughin/
you recycle your bars, should prolly throw em right in the trash bin/

[Luken]

once again its return of the most tragic, im not magic, i dont have any aid's; if my rhymes could be weighed they'd be as heavy as the hills of beverly/
Im sicker than a concentration camp in Israel, real despicable, picture it if you will/
Your rhymes are terrible, they barely are bearable, if you’re rhymes were clothes, they wouldn’t be wearable./
I don’t believe in Jesus but geez you need a miracle, im not jewish but I still find that hysterical/
Im serious like a Syrian by the Lebanese embassy who unexpectedly tried to commit suicide intentionally/
better yet for attention but like you he wont be remembered or mentioned

[Mike Statik]

remember or mentioned....

surrender ya pension/
yeah im extorin rappers, you should prolly tell all ya henchmen/
when i step on the scene, rappers dead all the tension/
WAY past OD'in, should prolly forget intervention/
come on man dont make me mad, you know that ill hurt u/
Statik takes the crown of the illest dude up in this circle/
Lex Luger, i step to ya, then Fred Kreug ya/
dump ya body in the weeds, then im wishin the best to ya/
me and my crew are royalty, u better believe that we run sh!t/
disagree, we turn this into a scene from 300/
were beasts we dont retreat, we keep comin/
6 bottles deep when we creep, ya peeps should keep chuggin/
you dont wanna test Statik, already proved that i havent lost it/
im Mike Jackson, u dudes is just Farrah Fawcett/
step in the booth, u gota deal with the GOAT/
said he spit his best 16, but i aint feel what he wrote/
my verses got the whole world poppin off/
you spit, ya sh!t is boring, all the girls is noddin off
and once i geat heated im comin to kill ya bosses/
Mike Statik, welcome to the house of a million corpses/