Who Got Next? [The Fanastic Four Freestyle Session]

Who Got Next?

.SKILLZ:

What the F#ck is going on

SAme airplay is flowing on

LION'S dead but still need some lions to form this voltron

Hold on, I see some left their pens FROZON

So im here to hype em up with these lyrical photons

The size of mountains is the verbs that im spitting

B3BA you better come back cause like EPMD this is strictly buisness

STrictly spitting, strictly hitting

The hearts of those thirsty for more of this verbal ammunition

SO lets cook up this %#&@$! and keep spitting

Keep mixing and raise the heat 2 get these punks out of our kitchen

Just a vision of one day getting back the HIP HOP you cats have been missing

SO this is merely a sheet 2 those who want this enlisting

2 break the locks of this garbage infested prison

SKILLZ will have no more of this wakka flakka

Cause Im from the era of the chief rocka numba one chief rocka

ANd I feast proper on instrumentals and make love to tracks like a bootknocker

SO lets dust up the pen and acent to break

BReak like B-boys and flow like graffitti graphed trains

.b3ba .mC.:

Yea aight, ive been verbally

called out by my master minded friend,

b3ba's here dont u worry,

im throwin hits again,

its been a minute, and i feel like they forgot,

who forcefully injected the lyrical venom on this block,

my pen went on vacation a little fatigued from droppin bombs,

but my mental has been boiling,

to release atomic, neutronic, soulfully depicted,

doom linguistics,

and i'll never fade to black,

to all my people on LT tell SKILLZ that im back!

i've never lost it, and i never will,

as long as my history lives,

i'll forever keep droppin lines for u kids,

and i'll never retire until the day i expire,

all i needed was a little fire to start the rage again,

i called the reaper up and made some beats wit him-

chill.

.Pitayo:

Now who's here? I see SKILLZ and B3BA M.C.!

add another temporary 1 now you got 3...

Who's up? My Bad what else would you expect

I'll step up to the plate to do my part to this next...

Since I have full visions of open houses in all the prisons

it's my decision not to avoid this like a Jew & circumcisions...

But take this head on to prove the Industry wrong

by coming out hard without a need of a slow song...

In my mind I'm so ready to play this for all the keeps

As I represent the Real and stick up for all these peeps...

regardless where they're from we're reppin the streets

With the fierce lyrics that'll flow with Old School Beats...

Like Big Daddy Kane I can be a real Smooth Operator

or a Terrorist like D.J. Cash Money on the Gemini Faders...

But all I need is a ream of paper and a full loaded pen

as the words accumulate it only makes a perfect blend...

As I mend with the paticulars while they streak

across the lines neatly then it's finaly complete...

The sounds of these words continue flying off this page

is equivelant to birds singing Help get me out of this cage...

But check it that if they want to critique this for an Inspection

then I'll have No Problem adding them to the Meat Collection!!!

.Abys:

Can I cut in? - Can I get next?

So I can flex my bicep that ripples the muscles in my chest

Voltron???? - I'll be the right arm

With a " I love mom" Tattoo painted on

Quick jabs - From every possible angle

I know yall know I'm out of left field - But that's just a sample

Realistically - I'm a cyborg that's on a killing spree

Eye for an eye - I'll make sure both of us can't see

The rage withing - Changes the color of my skin

Here I'm in a group of LT running top speed - Chargin

A Long Island giant with an alliance

Ride on the train of thoughts that runs on fictional science

I noticed a mind over heating - But wouldn't fade to black

Eh, yo SKILLZ........ That girl B3BA is BACK!!!!!!!!!!!

Big Pun resemblance that's coming out with vengeance

I come into battles - Riding on elephants

Then I drop off the meat at Pit's - As I keep the skeletons