Lyrical Maddness
Produced by El Nigris for Waterhole Productions
(KayDawg- Chorus 1)
Lyrical Maddness, the maddness is lyrical,
step up to the Dawg (Mindstein, MoTell, DaFool) get you reduced to zero,
comin at yo #$! wit some buck shots,
Mental Blocks in the house pullin all props
(PoloMindstein- Chorus 2)
This is what it's like, when the Block's in yo system
Once you go Mental, you'll never go back... (wicked laugh)
(KayDawg- Verse 1)
Damn I'm in the mood to create, so I won't hesitate
to drop flows, let the bass break.
Time to grab my mack.
I got to keep these playa hatin' niggas up off my back.
I'm ordering full attack on any fool that wanna provoke this
brother flickin' punks to the curb like Philly roaches.
More potent than yo' meanest mary jane
aint it a shame how I just be manglin' up yo' brain!
Try to maintain Dawg be poppin' fo' the 9-sick.
Mental Block be the click, word of advice we aint the one's to be #$&%$# with!
Down to battle all opposin' sides,
causin' cremation with my communication verbal homicide.
Step aside, get away for yo' safety.
I pretty much guarantee that you really don't wanna face me.
I bury punks up under mausoleums.
The last time they #!@*$# with me was the last time you seen `em!
(PoloMindstein- Verse 2)
I'm a tub with a leaky faucet, a torture chamber,
ammonia tipped bed of nails, a sign of danger
and Anga, can only make matters worse,
the finish of the sentence is the rolling of the hearse
I'm as wicked in a verse as a witch with bad dreams,
waking up from nightmares, casting spells on human beings
By any means, do not cross minds with Mindstein,
I can do things, never classified as crime
See I'm, your nemesis, and if you challenge,
lyrically, or otherwise, your soul will vanish
Capiche, feel the beast, the walls enclose,
the ceiling starts to settle down, encrypted code,
only known, by Polo, setting trap doors in the floor,
switches flipping vigorous, your body washed ashore,
from the river, now who's a killer, composing thrillers,
the filler of a six-foot ditch, no one iller
The real, the lyrical, ask Mr. Hysterical, who creates the Maddness,
pass the ashes
Bodies set to flames by the Block, untamed,
I get the Dawg to set me off, I aint takin no names,
just bringing pain, who remains must be down with the Mental,
there's no survival in the lives, I'm imperial- Lyrical Maddness
(KayDawg- Verse 3)
See my maddness be causin' sadness to enemies,
vocal artillery, be poppin' and droppin' all the weaklings of the industry.
I catch a feelin' then it's rhyme time. gotta go for mine,
check the speech and the technique of a mastermind.
I'm cruisin' like D'Angelo over beats with hyped flows,
Kay go crazy when it's time to let it go.
Cause that's what Mental Block's like.
We always in yo system and always wreckin' shop (tighty tight!)
keep it movin' and groovin' cause I got this sickness
that got my mind obsessed with bringin' some wickedness.
A cure will never be needed.
I'm always gettin' drunk, always gettin' weeded.
Suckas labeled defeated when my path get crossed.
I take aim on yo' brain then I start to break you off.
You treat me like a lame man I can't tell.
I knock more out the park than Albert Belle
(PoloMindstein- Verse 4)
Fiddlin with frequencies, detra-Mental tendencies,
seen in the eyes, as reflections of the Mental B-
LOCKed down on contact, the rattattat, return attack of Maddness,
tears in a bucket from the gases
Flashes of life gone, penetration through the bones,
send him home alone, with the soul gone- Bring it on...
Feel the grip run through my fingertip, connecting to the pen,
putting lines in on time, when I'm rhyming
Lyrical Maddness bringing `em sadness, ask who's the baddest
in the land, it's the Mental Man, mic in hand,
resemblin a Billy Club baton, I got the urge to get it on,
so it's wise to be alarmed,
when I'm comin- swarmin, early in the morning,
catch you in the nose, see your eyes close- So long...
Rest in pieces, cause the blast will blow the creases,
out your Levi's, you don't want to challenge- You will die...
Increased deceases in the neighborhood of the Block,
people all in shock, A.P.B.s by the cops for the Mental Block,
but why? You fear what you don't understand
I'm commanding Mortal Kombat, ripping spinal cords, the catscan,
of your brain cells, where pain dwells, from lines that fell,
embedded like nails in coffins- Send `em to Hell...
Takin glances in the eyes, an antagonist,
steppin up to meet his maker- Shake and brake `em- Lyrical Maddness