Vokals
02-01-2006, 11:51 PM
Artist: Karnage feat../ Kataracks & Fixion
Song: Skillz Pt.1
Album: Breath 2 Fresh Ears EP
Planets rotate at a calculated speed and they elegantly do so in a harmony. But there's a rarity that a scientific anamoly occurs when the alignment of the planets are in a sequential order. Few times when mythical gods are in the same plane of existence. Rare when TRUE SKILLZ ARE IN THE SAME DROP...
(Short Silence)
BUT NOT IMPOSSIBLE!
An immense lyrical force will deliver the imminent storm of celestial bodies. The apparant intensity of this drop is only measured by the eyes of the weak, on the surface, u must be knowledgeable of +Ancient+ powers. The +Kataracks+ that plague their optics are from the +Fixion+ of skills. But not even a +Tek+ could...oh no...not even a cannon..oh no...not even a missle could SAVE YOU FROM THE KARNAGE...
(*Horn Plays Long*)
(*Scratch*)
Karnage a.k.a. Mr. Wreckage
Rappers rap, but it ain't-cool, they whack, and plain-too/
With a mic, I give better 'tongue action' than 'Britney Spears & Madonna' trapped in the same-room.
(*Scratch*)
My skillz/
Will land,~sending-a-rattled-crack in the sur~face and'll work~this hand~mending-a-battle~rap/
My rhymes are "rehabilitated coce addicts", "leaving the lines" and transcending-the-paragraph.
A man~spinning-ya-outta-wack, ur a hollow-repeater-who's-speaking a missing flow, I got~folk-bleeding-anemic/
"On top" of the game like "Rakim", the God MC playing "Follow The Leader" with Jesus.
Got~those-beef~heaters-do-preachings of how my "success" is re~versing-the-"curse" and taking-it-far/
Blaze people making-me-odd, the greatest-we-are and after I be~birthing-a-'verse' I'm raising-the-'bar'.
Chasing-the-stars as Mr. "Wreckage" while "Karnage" is holding-damage to the ants~with flowing-antics/
The sheers skills be growing-rampid as I find myself submerged in the paper Inking my "Mona Lisa" on this open-"canvas".
Going-"rancid", turning "sick" as these rhymes are spawned from where the adjectives-be, we're w"rapping"-with-"speech"/
My 'Indelible' existence can't be 'Deleted' by the flick~of~a~finger and y'all can't "enter" my level by "tapping-a-key".
Ya'll fractions-of-M.E., R.K so I 'inhale letters' and 'bleed-paragraphs' as grief-gathers~back I begin to speak-badder~raps/
The Beef? Does Keith-batter~that with rappers going I for an I with a GOD so they can't C-Kataracks.
The deep-after~math occurs-and-happens after the~words-"contracting" sick "lines" on "paper" splurged-in-rapping/
A~verse-of-action turns~the-factions of make~believers with breaking~heaters as they're "speaking unsually" gangsta, curse-their-"accent".
See~next-on-the-verse, a better~life, for textcees is what I want this to be,~text-will-reverb, the letter~cries/
Of deep~vets-with-the-words, to dissolve the wetter~lies, then why doesn't Hemlok get the respect-he-deserve, Recognize!!!! (http://www.rapworlds.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=15669)
Yea..we're gonna keep the shit going...yea..vibe to this shit..cause we don't need a chorus..just keeps the verses flowing..the rhymes flowing..yo Kataracks nigga..keep the skillz flowing...
(*Horn plays long*)
(*Scratch*)
Kataracks a.k.a. .:Teknowledge:.
I got niggas practicin this rappin shit it happens they wanna be me/
Take a look at the name and it should explain the reason you niggas cant see me
(*Scratch*)
LMAO…..He’s Baaaaaaack!!!!!
Who got it locked as me with your bitch giving CPR to my dick till she pops her knees
I shoot in her face and all she does is hold my cock and squeeze
The fire the Glock’s gon’ breathe “put you on ice” then your whole block’s gon “freeze”
I hang with killers while ya’ll niggas at Dunkin’ Donuts with Cops and D’s
Stopping me?, I’ll have the cops dialing 911 and its nothing to counter the SWAT
The Feds wont work either but you could always pull them niggas out of Iraq
Im nice with this shit, dissin the writes that I spit, Im likely to flip
You think you James Bond with that gat but you only got a license to bitch
There’s no dispute Im the greatest. The best to ever do this in ages
So go ahead and “spread” the word that Im “ill” because the truth is “contagious”
Kat and ill go hand in hand that’s faster than the eye., so lean back and watch don’t blink
Even the mic loves my shit but it never gives me “feedback” on what it thinks
Im the 9th wonder, the 8th is how I constantly evolve with my shit
The fuck with an album, I could get 5 mics for every bar that I spit
I brawl for my click, I’ll murder you, the mic and the track for talking that shit
Or spray and toss from the clip until your body’s hardened and stiff
But regarding the hits of the unsigned phenom, its what you would wanna hear
Pretty soon I’ll be “fighting pollution” with “Radio Stations”, my shit’s “good for the air”
Your group don’t appear to get it, so I’ll write the message on tips and burn it into ya wig
That the MERK squad stays with more “Skillz” than that “Virginia kid”
Faggot…Im cocking these cannons I pop and you damaged ,
And if the hospital tampers, I’ll leave the fuckin doctors in bandage
My cock’s an advantage to losing “bad habits” the way your girl “drops” her draws
And them “Tetanus” shots couldn’t save her from the way she “locked” her “jaws”
The glocks applause, deliver souls till the pearly gates gives me constant calls
Got ya’ll shook and shakin in ya pants until ya boxers fall
Im locked and loaded, sprayin you niggas till your top’s eroded
Then put em coffins so small even their spirits complain how they claustrophobic
We got Teks to wreak Karnage and put the Fix-On any lames who diss me
And I’ll-eat these “gassed” up crews till I get “stomach indigestion” then turn their present lives to Ancient history
WHO FUCKIN WIT US?!?!?!?!
(whooooo—weeee…)
Yea...a..yo...it ain't done..we not even half way over..sit back..and enjoy..my boi..
FIXION!
(*Horn Plays Long*)
(*Scratch*)
Fixion a.k.a. I'll Fuck You Up
I'm that kid thats makes you think, you been hatin-dicks/
Cuz Ive been leavin weak kids in a studder since '86.
(*Scratch*)
TEKnically, cats tend not to wreck wit me
Punches so vicious, meds come to check ya spleen
MERKin flows, look 'atchu' and ya know we hurt ya nose
Tried to find ya skillz, but Fix cant work wit those
I tower ya, skillz so high it'd hurt you to climb n' fall
My style is raw, lay ya shit n' half like dividin stalls
Multis are 'Karnage', see if you can 'stick wit me'
Cuz I case harm n', ILLETE get ripped quickly
Shits prickly,leave ya wit Kataracks get splitted screened
'Old is CRUNK',ask 'Ancient' the way he doesnt hit clean
Fuck this shit reality, Fixion clears ya dome
Cuz my skillz so sick you stay near ya home
I inject the heat,fires 'hard core' as if I 'repped the street'
Next to beat? MERK 'takes ya toes' cuz your jus a 'text defeat'
Fix stings ya, fat bitches pump venom Im like a killin a bee
Whos iller than me? Cash? Every time I shit Im spillin a G
Cash you out,who can save you other than your 'moms will'
MERK gets you sick to ya head, ya skillz still dont 'drop ill'
Worthless cats! Dont give a try,you've jus 'lived to die'
'Bag these fools' n' laugh as you 'hold your thing' n' cry
MANN..I smell drop of the month..I smell it...maybe I got nasal congestion but anyways..are y'all still with us..cause coming back to the stage...MR. WRECKAGE!
(*Horn Plays Long*)
(*Scratch*)
Karnage a.k.a. Mr. Wreckage
Smashing-the-figure of any so called master-of-the-scriptures/
I'm like death, trapped-in-a-nigga, back up before you get 'snapped'-like-a-'picture'.
(*Scratch*)
Karnage activated/
Ideas are aggitated, elaborated, in the brain, tried collaborating, but it ain't graduated/
To be adapted,~shaping the pen's actions~taken to start scraping on the page, tension exacerbated/
'Cause my dark thoughts are black~"escapists", "fear concealment", tried to snap~the~pages/
Page lines are "masked-assailants", "watching from above", "snatched" my imagination, the page had them captivated/
Imagine~taking/
Influence from the massive~hating and creating a 'rapture'~paiting that could 'detach~ya~aching'/
That's what I do, bring the "outside in me" crafting~tapings, I had "guest genes" before the "Fashion-Statement".
Flashing-blatant rappings-that'll-bend 'time' now 'hour hands' are in every facet-of -the-brim/
Of lyricism, no lines are 'retracted'-in-the-end cause I ain't 'doing it over' for any ass~that-I-offend/
Greg 'Maddox'-with-a-pen 'on top of the diamonds' and 'throwing heat' with meatphorical attachments-on-it-when/
I~win, which leaves me the baddest-with-a-grin and indelible 'rhymes' on my body of work so this 'verse' is tatted-on-the-skin.
(*Beat Stops*)
(Acapella)
Bring ya actions-with-pens cause I don't just rap-words or grab-slurs cause it looks bad and that-works/
FUCK NO! The percise examination~and~revision builds the anticipation-of-me-give a verse that'll crack-herbs/
But the black-MERK is past-nerds clicking~on~keys or wishing~to~be the best, but actually are rap's-worst/
We exemplify the simply~high level in space that most see as an empty~sky, but we grab-herds/
Of rhymes, in this apocalyptic, place, a non~specific, taste, fills my mouth as I create a rapture and bashed-herbs/
So when that month comes to vote for the group that transcends and pasts-words/
Remember that we're "THE ELITE" without trying to be "XKWISITE", and our verse RUN this, with out trying to "ADD VERBS".
Get At Me!
Song: Skillz Pt.1
Album: Breath 2 Fresh Ears EP
Planets rotate at a calculated speed and they elegantly do so in a harmony. But there's a rarity that a scientific anamoly occurs when the alignment of the planets are in a sequential order. Few times when mythical gods are in the same plane of existence. Rare when TRUE SKILLZ ARE IN THE SAME DROP...
(Short Silence)
BUT NOT IMPOSSIBLE!
An immense lyrical force will deliver the imminent storm of celestial bodies. The apparant intensity of this drop is only measured by the eyes of the weak, on the surface, u must be knowledgeable of +Ancient+ powers. The +Kataracks+ that plague their optics are from the +Fixion+ of skills. But not even a +Tek+ could...oh no...not even a cannon..oh no...not even a missle could SAVE YOU FROM THE KARNAGE...
(*Horn Plays Long*)
(*Scratch*)
Karnage a.k.a. Mr. Wreckage
Rappers rap, but it ain't-cool, they whack, and plain-too/
With a mic, I give better 'tongue action' than 'Britney Spears & Madonna' trapped in the same-room.
(*Scratch*)
My skillz/
Will land,~sending-a-rattled-crack in the sur~face and'll work~this hand~mending-a-battle~rap/
My rhymes are "rehabilitated coce addicts", "leaving the lines" and transcending-the-paragraph.
A man~spinning-ya-outta-wack, ur a hollow-repeater-who's-speaking a missing flow, I got~folk-bleeding-anemic/
"On top" of the game like "Rakim", the God MC playing "Follow The Leader" with Jesus.
Got~those-beef~heaters-do-preachings of how my "success" is re~versing-the-"curse" and taking-it-far/
Blaze people making-me-odd, the greatest-we-are and after I be~birthing-a-'verse' I'm raising-the-'bar'.
Chasing-the-stars as Mr. "Wreckage" while "Karnage" is holding-damage to the ants~with flowing-antics/
The sheers skills be growing-rampid as I find myself submerged in the paper Inking my "Mona Lisa" on this open-"canvas".
Going-"rancid", turning "sick" as these rhymes are spawned from where the adjectives-be, we're w"rapping"-with-"speech"/
My 'Indelible' existence can't be 'Deleted' by the flick~of~a~finger and y'all can't "enter" my level by "tapping-a-key".
Ya'll fractions-of-M.E., R.K so I 'inhale letters' and 'bleed-paragraphs' as grief-gathers~back I begin to speak-badder~raps/
The Beef? Does Keith-batter~that with rappers going I for an I with a GOD so they can't C-Kataracks.
The deep-after~math occurs-and-happens after the~words-"contracting" sick "lines" on "paper" splurged-in-rapping/
A~verse-of-action turns~the-factions of make~believers with breaking~heaters as they're "speaking unsually" gangsta, curse-their-"accent".
See~next-on-the-verse, a better~life, for textcees is what I want this to be,~text-will-reverb, the letter~cries/
Of deep~vets-with-the-words, to dissolve the wetter~lies, then why doesn't Hemlok get the respect-he-deserve, Recognize!!!! (http://www.rapworlds.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=15669)
Yea..we're gonna keep the shit going...yea..vibe to this shit..cause we don't need a chorus..just keeps the verses flowing..the rhymes flowing..yo Kataracks nigga..keep the skillz flowing...
(*Horn plays long*)
(*Scratch*)
Kataracks a.k.a. .:Teknowledge:.
I got niggas practicin this rappin shit it happens they wanna be me/
Take a look at the name and it should explain the reason you niggas cant see me
(*Scratch*)
LMAO…..He’s Baaaaaaack!!!!!
Who got it locked as me with your bitch giving CPR to my dick till she pops her knees
I shoot in her face and all she does is hold my cock and squeeze
The fire the Glock’s gon’ breathe “put you on ice” then your whole block’s gon “freeze”
I hang with killers while ya’ll niggas at Dunkin’ Donuts with Cops and D’s
Stopping me?, I’ll have the cops dialing 911 and its nothing to counter the SWAT
The Feds wont work either but you could always pull them niggas out of Iraq
Im nice with this shit, dissin the writes that I spit, Im likely to flip
You think you James Bond with that gat but you only got a license to bitch
There’s no dispute Im the greatest. The best to ever do this in ages
So go ahead and “spread” the word that Im “ill” because the truth is “contagious”
Kat and ill go hand in hand that’s faster than the eye., so lean back and watch don’t blink
Even the mic loves my shit but it never gives me “feedback” on what it thinks
Im the 9th wonder, the 8th is how I constantly evolve with my shit
The fuck with an album, I could get 5 mics for every bar that I spit
I brawl for my click, I’ll murder you, the mic and the track for talking that shit
Or spray and toss from the clip until your body’s hardened and stiff
But regarding the hits of the unsigned phenom, its what you would wanna hear
Pretty soon I’ll be “fighting pollution” with “Radio Stations”, my shit’s “good for the air”
Your group don’t appear to get it, so I’ll write the message on tips and burn it into ya wig
That the MERK squad stays with more “Skillz” than that “Virginia kid”
Faggot…Im cocking these cannons I pop and you damaged ,
And if the hospital tampers, I’ll leave the fuckin doctors in bandage
My cock’s an advantage to losing “bad habits” the way your girl “drops” her draws
And them “Tetanus” shots couldn’t save her from the way she “locked” her “jaws”
The glocks applause, deliver souls till the pearly gates gives me constant calls
Got ya’ll shook and shakin in ya pants until ya boxers fall
Im locked and loaded, sprayin you niggas till your top’s eroded
Then put em coffins so small even their spirits complain how they claustrophobic
We got Teks to wreak Karnage and put the Fix-On any lames who diss me
And I’ll-eat these “gassed” up crews till I get “stomach indigestion” then turn their present lives to Ancient history
WHO FUCKIN WIT US?!?!?!?!
(whooooo—weeee…)
Yea...a..yo...it ain't done..we not even half way over..sit back..and enjoy..my boi..
FIXION!
(*Horn Plays Long*)
(*Scratch*)
Fixion a.k.a. I'll Fuck You Up
I'm that kid thats makes you think, you been hatin-dicks/
Cuz Ive been leavin weak kids in a studder since '86.
(*Scratch*)
TEKnically, cats tend not to wreck wit me
Punches so vicious, meds come to check ya spleen
MERKin flows, look 'atchu' and ya know we hurt ya nose
Tried to find ya skillz, but Fix cant work wit those
I tower ya, skillz so high it'd hurt you to climb n' fall
My style is raw, lay ya shit n' half like dividin stalls
Multis are 'Karnage', see if you can 'stick wit me'
Cuz I case harm n', ILLETE get ripped quickly
Shits prickly,leave ya wit Kataracks get splitted screened
'Old is CRUNK',ask 'Ancient' the way he doesnt hit clean
Fuck this shit reality, Fixion clears ya dome
Cuz my skillz so sick you stay near ya home
I inject the heat,fires 'hard core' as if I 'repped the street'
Next to beat? MERK 'takes ya toes' cuz your jus a 'text defeat'
Fix stings ya, fat bitches pump venom Im like a killin a bee
Whos iller than me? Cash? Every time I shit Im spillin a G
Cash you out,who can save you other than your 'moms will'
MERK gets you sick to ya head, ya skillz still dont 'drop ill'
Worthless cats! Dont give a try,you've jus 'lived to die'
'Bag these fools' n' laugh as you 'hold your thing' n' cry
MANN..I smell drop of the month..I smell it...maybe I got nasal congestion but anyways..are y'all still with us..cause coming back to the stage...MR. WRECKAGE!
(*Horn Plays Long*)
(*Scratch*)
Karnage a.k.a. Mr. Wreckage
Smashing-the-figure of any so called master-of-the-scriptures/
I'm like death, trapped-in-a-nigga, back up before you get 'snapped'-like-a-'picture'.
(*Scratch*)
Karnage activated/
Ideas are aggitated, elaborated, in the brain, tried collaborating, but it ain't graduated/
To be adapted,~shaping the pen's actions~taken to start scraping on the page, tension exacerbated/
'Cause my dark thoughts are black~"escapists", "fear concealment", tried to snap~the~pages/
Page lines are "masked-assailants", "watching from above", "snatched" my imagination, the page had them captivated/
Imagine~taking/
Influence from the massive~hating and creating a 'rapture'~paiting that could 'detach~ya~aching'/
That's what I do, bring the "outside in me" crafting~tapings, I had "guest genes" before the "Fashion-Statement".
Flashing-blatant rappings-that'll-bend 'time' now 'hour hands' are in every facet-of -the-brim/
Of lyricism, no lines are 'retracted'-in-the-end cause I ain't 'doing it over' for any ass~that-I-offend/
Greg 'Maddox'-with-a-pen 'on top of the diamonds' and 'throwing heat' with meatphorical attachments-on-it-when/
I~win, which leaves me the baddest-with-a-grin and indelible 'rhymes' on my body of work so this 'verse' is tatted-on-the-skin.
(*Beat Stops*)
(Acapella)
Bring ya actions-with-pens cause I don't just rap-words or grab-slurs cause it looks bad and that-works/
FUCK NO! The percise examination~and~revision builds the anticipation-of-me-give a verse that'll crack-herbs/
But the black-MERK is past-nerds clicking~on~keys or wishing~to~be the best, but actually are rap's-worst/
We exemplify the simply~high level in space that most see as an empty~sky, but we grab-herds/
Of rhymes, in this apocalyptic, place, a non~specific, taste, fills my mouth as I create a rapture and bashed-herbs/
So when that month comes to vote for the group that transcends and pasts-words/
Remember that we're "THE ELITE" without trying to be "XKWISITE", and our verse RUN this, with out trying to "ADD VERBS".
Get At Me!