Biding my time ft. Cystematic

Hey kyle, It's been awhile how you doing man?
are still mad in our battle i caught the upper hand?
Are you still mad that i had to barely pick up the pen,
And now im using throw away bars to fuck you up again?

Well i'm a lyricist homie you know i breath the shit.
bars so dope you could stop the record and read the shit.
i just hope when you right your verse you complete the shit,
cuz most of all your bars end with corny punches that barely fit

eM Theory's a counterfeit, no bars to match the paper.
Your a phony, your a faker, just a rap impersonator.
I'm a music terminator, later i'ma get the rest of em.
Beat the masses, last I'm bout to blast right at the best of em

I'm a different specimen, listen how I'm evolving rap.
Starting fake beef for attention, don't get involved in that.
Motherfuckers dissing my people, well now I'm solving that.
I'ma leave eM Theory and Drico to share the body bag.

(hook)
This My craft, all you motherfuckers better ask to rap.
Pass the mac, this cat thinks he's after mine.
I'ma show em that he's fucking with a master mind.

After Mine

Yellow Fever

Cystamatic Diss

(hook)
It's not a cyst, it's a pimple
watch me pop this bitch it's so simple
watch me stop your spit wit my mental
instruments to fuck up your dentals


Your not ill your a waste of medicine
bars basic like escape from pelican
arsenic's quick to erase the skeleton
stole my pen from the devil brought it back to hell again

helter skelter, cyst i felt ya
bitch on my dick like she suck for shelter
must just be cuz you can't protect her 
less you get stretched in your rectal sector

don't worry tho i treats her good
got her face in my lap til it's understood
that i don't take not lip less i bring the would
and if a bitch shows teeth than i beats her good

im much iller the killer of the ville
you a silly fag puffer like cruella devile 
got a 101 spots to drop your tracks 
and each one same feedback them tracks is wack

(hook)

my homie hates me dog, he thinks that im a dick
he thinks i get my kicks by stomping on his confidence
the problem is, is i just tell him what the problem is
punch him in his neck and ask him what his fucking problem is

I hate these drama kids they lack the motivation
to engage and interact in anything but conversation
this leads to aggravation, lack of patience, hate the waiting
so ima drag him out and bring his faggot ass to satan

who was it really that defeated rabid nation?
now you use my name to get your gratification
mad if you make a track and you don't get a standing ovation
but if you look around you faggot your the only one hateing

your right ken, your no longer my friend
all that crying on my should shit has come to an end
so go and gather you men, go and center your zen, but when you come back around you'll get murdered again


Surgically Removed

we the hardest collosous
boss of these artists
dark wit the arts
ill bars leave em nausous
your soft get you carcus tossed 
if you cross us
mother fuckers better knock it off with the nonsense

Ninestein em theory
been wicked been scary
been resurrecting rap
from out the cemetery
sicker then the black plague 
been spitting for our accolades
sit the fuck down shut the fuck up
show you how a track is made

sick in the brain ya wait 
but i get my props still
gotta get my weight up
ya but still my tracks kill
and when i fill my plate up
that's when i'll be stacking tracks 
on top of rappers backs
as they bowing down to my rap hill


I'm losing patience my 
aspirations are nagging me
i search for inspiration but other 
rappers are dragging me
I'm having dreams of tagging the 
other fags who think rapping
takes no practice as I'm laughing 
while body bagging my enemies

come join the dark side 
my rap eye is cockeyed
I've cut ties to my mind 
and slap guys like Popeye
i rap nice and build twice the hype
bless my mic shite might write tight 
til i die hell no you can't stop i 


when i tell you that we iller
it's cuz I'm diseased
and eMTheory is a killer
type who love to squeeze
and when you put us together chemical warfare
anthrax into your skull
burning a hole there

eMTheory - Raw Meat Ft. Ninestein

fuck everybody no one really gets me
no one understand the plan at hand i've set to lift me
swiftly watch me break away from everybody
when i make the lake all bloody take a picture aint it lovely

hang it on my wall next to all my fine skins
9 victims and now i get to add your eyelids
addicted to the voilence never homie i just hate noise
i slit your throat so i aint have to hear you whiney voice

but i get lonley here aint nobody know me here
aint no homies cept the bodies underneath my dresser there
took your skin and got to stretching and i made myself a leather chair
you wont get lonley see the stitchings made up of your brothers hair

now that the familys here gather round and hear me rhyme
hate to throw you out my dude but soon it will be summer time
and when you get to stinking i'll be left alone again
sitting by my lonesome spitting on my leather throne again
 

Ninestein

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