This is. . . the collaboration of the year. . no . . of the decade . . no . . OF THE WHOLE FUCKIN' CENTURY!

POWDER PIMPIN' RECORDS presents: Mischieveus
ADVANCED PLACEMENT presents: I'm Pissed
THE ULTIMATE NULLIFIERS presents: Covert
CHILDREN OF THE APOCALYPSE and SUPREME KINGZ presents: Necrotic
MURDERING EVERY RAPWORLDS KREW presents: FiXion

Rap World's Finest
The Revolutionary Force In This Rap Game

Verse 1
They call me Misch for short, the word written .. rhyme spittin'
I don't squat to drop hot shit, I happen to text shit when I'm sittin'
These "threads" we're knittin' are the fibers that hold this site togther
While your grip's slippin', I got peeps that could hang tight forever
I got Covert to provide for what the team's missin'
I got NeCroTIC with the steady flow like the stream when Im_Pissin'
And FiXion, well .. he's fixin' to battle with mad rap inflctions
Conflicts ain't a issue, the issue's with the post-scrap afflictions
Found my disposition niched in Powder Pimpin' Records
My crew makin' moves like a game piece in checkers
Compared to you, my level is either greater or equal
I'm the second God of hip hop, they call me "Pac the Sequel"
I'll sock it to ya like footwear, cock these thoughts back and release
My onslaught will have you shook where you end up dead or deceased
I'm the head of the beast, was fed knowledge and bred in the East
I associate with PG peeps that feast on the weak to say the least
The peace decreases where I'm from, speech is free and the words ammount
Where the person speaks and the spit from behind the teeth accounts

Hook
Our group adds up to a nickel, but we drop like a dime
While your rhyme's fickle, we stay in the light that remains lime
We're up to par, but we're still far from prime, we're this game's "devinest"
You can't utter the name without us because we're Rap World's Finest

Verse 2
Enter the mind of an intricate kind, quick to rip kids with sinister lines
Rip into guys & leave their brains in a critical state like analytical types
The illest in fights, killin ya writes, Pissed’s so prone to flowing swift
And though Im with AP I still got peeps outside, like Cov & Misch
We cool… though with the text crews there’s always the rival factor
It’s AP bitch! But I’m good with Fix n Necs too, like a chiropractor
Y’all guys just actors while we puttin the real shit down more
With more of the right punches, we don’t deal with southpaws
Outlaws…murderous types with verbals that’s merking you guys
Tend to stay off bandwagons, but crossin’ me will worsen ya life
Im Fervent with knives, before ya drop I’ll have murdered you twice
Then turn ya balls into dim-sims… and serve ‘em with fries
Say what ya will, ya words wont reach us like spam mail
Cuz when it comes to opinions we discount herbs like plant sales
We can’t fail when we smashin foes, plus as the math would show
We past ya flows… cuz ya lines never touch us like asymptotes

Hook
Our group adds up to a nickel, but we drop like a dime
While your rhyme's fickle, we stay in the light that remains lime
We're up to par, but we're still far from prime, we're this game's "devinest"
You can't utter the name without us because we're Rap World's Finest

Verse 3
Four crews unite to show we stand as one
AP, TSK, PPR and TUN
The top crews show the rest we the best
Showing herbs, that on this site we the illist heads
Vets that wreck the sets, illness infect the threads
Dropping bombs on herbs till they regret they said
They the illest, but then we slip in our verse
Curse these herbs with sick verbs just to prove our worth
Rapworlds finest, packing heat in each rhyme, its
Im_pissed, Mischieveus, Virt and Covert united
Sublime hits, grab a mic and spit fine spits
Its priceless the way we unite, in these writings
The einstein of rhyming that’s the way my mind thinks
My IQ boarderlining with english street crime, its
Timeless like slipping into each fine bitch
Never decline this cos this spit could split diamonds

Hook
Our group adds up to a nickel, but we drop like a dime
While your rhyme's fickle, we stay in the light that remains lime
We're up to par, but we're still far from prime, we're this game's "devinest"
You can't utter the name without us because we're Rap World's Finest

Verse 4
RW mothafucka! where the vets play
rippin cats in the best way, reppin SK
see my crew! guranteed to stop ya smilin kid
ya'll niggas aint fuckin with nec, xk or malagen
hit up pissy and in 2 seconds we bruisin ya kin
me n covert'll 'kick the shit out' u, 'rip a new asshole' n do it again!!
my PPR homies quick to put slugs in wigs, so who u sonnin kid?!
only way u 'takin AP' is with the letter N in front of it! (N-AP)
throw naepalms at ya hearse, have ya funernal flamed
and its over when 'Piss drops on U' like a Urinal Cake
the finest in this bitch, the rest lame
U aint touchin 'KINGZ' unless its a chess game
hate all u want, faggots just envy me
cuz julys best audio battler n overall mc was N-E-C
when i click clack n let go u get hit wit the shells bro
if i hit u u gon have a 'BLACK-OUT' like evictions in ghettos!!

Hook
Our group adds up to a nickel, but we drop like a dime
While your rhyme's fickle, we stay in the light that remains lime
We're up to par, but we're still far from prime, we're this game's "devinest"
You can't utter the name without us because we're Rap World's Finest

Verse 5
MERK is vicious when rippin..how gonna say we never MERKed crews
Worked in so many 'L's' u'd think u were 'head sprung' u hurt fools
Let me disperse you..these kids flow departs, ya water runs dry
I let this shit fly..MERK grows to an elevation ya'll get daughtered n' die
Im droppin so much heat RW gets slaughtered n' fried its serious murder
These turds get hurt..the haters plug their ears from hearin my pure words
Believe it even tho Im Fixion..lightin the heat under ya'll asses like Furno
Heard mo' shit ..my RhymeZ jus stays vicious, spittin wit every splurged note
Dope..a fear for Blood, but still has a lust to want him..get near this spot
Spear docks my flow drains, Id murder by Selph but u wont hear that thought
Distraught but still hot, MERKs loved by many our Ex's think we Ill
Take this drill, our boy Frankie is all flow, and no one could drink D Ill
These stray facts will leave you laid back..let me jus stress these Vokals
We leave cats broke,-full of despise for us n' we still eat all of the hopefulls
As I pull in these last words..I let every Pupil know that we got u abused too
Refuse to,drop to this utterly ridiculous level..its too easy to confuse u

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