Instrumental: Nas 'Affirmative Action'

-Hemlok-

This is what... this what they want huh?
This is what it's all about..
What? Time to take Affirmative Action son
They just don't understand, youknowImean?
Everybody talking...thinking they running things
Yknahmean?
Word...they didn't take heed to prophecy..
Truth..Funk..Vice..Bhranz..
And B-Real..aiiyo..


My mind sparks ideas at warp speed
Imagine how quick my mouth is cos I ain't even thought of these
Rhymes yet, I'm too advanced for any Timex
So how you think you're clocking me, you ain't got the mind set

Oceanic flow'll sever cerebral nerves, don't try to critique
If you can't fathom the heedful words it'll leave you six deep
Even when I was foetal germs I was a lyrical lord
Spits eating MC's with a mic attached to the umbilical cord
Empirical thoughts transcend past basic comprehension
Like visualising a parellel universe in another dimension
Hem defies logic, there ain't no watery hook
But flows punches, leaving you accordingly shook
You can't see half of how I manifest opinion
But all you need is that one cents (sense) and listen to digest my diction
So when I serve you a prophecy, read between the lines (http://www.rapworlds.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=8738)
Words joined in material, ain't how it first seems (seams) in mines
It's a new era..a crew for drop rhymes
Cooking raw lyrics chopped fine with beats the way we rock lines
Get it...just recognise we're mastering verbal artistry
Now I got the mic OD'ing so I'ma pass ta B

-B Real-

Visualising attacks, before the enemy realises its a battle
A verbal stampede, treadin on ignorance with the effects of cattle
Everlasting endurance, an ill performance, qualities I possess
Psychiatric skills, lyrical diction from your thoughts I suppress
Philosophical phrases, evasive, persuasive and consistently hypersonic
Contradictory emotions, externally tranquil, yet internally demonic
Representin virtuosity, fluency and tendancy to leave the mic on fire
Structured incisions, rhymes penetrating skin like they were barbed wire
Superior compositions, forcing MC's into deep mental submission
Distinct variations, contrasting in styles like juxtapositions
Multidimensional frames, overturning any legislative campaign
Anarchical malpractice, resulting in the demise of a domain
Infinite techniques, eternal wisdom shared with subliminal psyche
Force-feeding original rhymes, terminating your lyrical hunger strike
Revolutionary spits, deep like oceanic waters based on a real theme
Conquering masses, omnipresent visions of mortal street dreams


"Release polyrhymic over bars.." I'ma bring my man Funk on this...

-Funk-

Got peeps hooked to the flow like our style is intravenous
leavin vets speechless, as we dissassemble cats like they were jacko's facial features
left restless in pieces,crews cant aspire to this level, its reachless
we drop acidic scriptures, that burn the fakers with realness
A fusion of visionary minds,creatin a new era of time
Insightful rhymes,not ahead of this age,in a different timeline
inspired n vivid visualities as we create a virtuality
flow like low viscosity, this is verbal virtousity
such lyrical ferocity, creatin tremors with dropped philosophies
idea botany we plant seeds,runaway 22nd's, no stopping the V's
Spit verbal physics that halts time, incisory lyrics to detract spines
I pop nines, when crews collective brain cells implode from hot lines
derisive verbs, put peeps in hearse then evaporate the spectres
not words i destroy with letters, got more killer b's on c-d's than wu with vendettas
Depart more knowledge than afflictions of alzheimers conditions
forget fists i fight with diction,assault crews in illegitimate positions
with viscious verbal compositions, lyrical assassinations without commissions
erasing idols is the mission, like fake thugs i swing with books and kill opposition with fiction


"Bout to have a grip on crews"
Word...we got the Vice Mob

-Vice Mob-

Vice precise I grab and melt tha mic my futures bright
Step'n on emcees heads cus my skillz is twice they height
Pen and pad shows might, I write disaster strikes
My casket awaits unless I stay where theres lime light
Just one member of tha most deadliest regime
Verbal Virtuosity lyrically smashin all tha teams
Only spitt'n fire I know we the crew you admire but
every time we spit niggas forced to alarm a fire truck
Some hellbound figures, When we smell foul niggaz
Got skills thats bigger We stars perfect picture
Noone can hold me when they stuck on multis and werdplay
Ya'll only temporary writers spittin Monday and Thursday'
V V Got enuff talent to spread to millions in capacity
Giants wit flow every place we go it causes a catostrophe
I spit what I feel, I only speak what is real
Im too hott place me anywhere, Ill burn a grill


"Flowing with an intellect of supernatural precision"
Told y'all i'm with The Bhranz=God...

-The Bhranz-

Got ya timb's trees rustled, we leave scuffles wit teeth nuzzled
Sportin' a front line of muscle to leave an army's knees buckled
Ya preach hustle, we murderin' skeptics wit a third of the effort
Check a church for a blessin', u testin'? best encourage the medics
To be sidelined beside ya crew -- play ya truck's CD, ya bumpin me
Duck and weave when ya confront the team, the elite double V
Y'all bright green sluts watch as the new breed's time springs up
Light things up, y'all weaker like springer wit the fight scenes cut
Tight speech busts at any second we speakin' to send a lesson
Step and get left under trees in boxes, i ain't talkin' x-mas
Our words reek niceness, the flow pours like when heat rises
Y'all keep quiet while we steadily climbin' like gasoline prices
Our peaks sighted, we reach heights that gon' make our marks in
Our fate is scrawled in, destined to be seen as the greatest artists
This sick'nin' image that's painted is from the mixture of greatness
A picture's worth a thousand words, so catch a drift what we sayin'


"I serve a prophecy"
"So now you know the games locked with Virtuosos"

-Truth-

In a darkened motel room, windows shades drawn
Lookin’ down on, the street below wit the Virtuosity clique
Apocalypse soon, a full moon, a goon pimped a ho, slapped a bitch
They not our target, did wrong, but not as bad as the other snitch
Never outta clipz, we cockin’ weapons, same word for girls undressin’
The block got wet when, big crews roll up and start bandstandin
Windshields blasted, wipers laughin that they missed a sure hit
Driver destroyed, the block filled wit sirens, noise
Small toys fire back at my my boys, we outtie
Outside their shoutin’, copperz from the five boroughs and every county
Pick they crowns up, jump in they thrones, copperz fire but we untouched
I’m God, the Prophet, you don’t like it live it
The prophecy is just beginnin’, we in the headquarterz chillin’
Wit Hemlok, Bhranz, Funk, Vice, Truth, D-Fine us as millions
B-Real, we far from negligent, we kill no soloist, crews spared if they feelin us
We Virtuosity, what you tryna be, yuh girls now sleep wit us
So earn yuh trust

....Verbal Virtuosity y'all....



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I replied to Rip's 'Transformer' piece among others..