[ERU] 
state your business- eru and rhythmic ravage 
rabidly rappin rapidly rippin through all the whackness 
riding on a wavelength, wading through the atlas 
painting on my brains canvas match the madness 
while your swirl down the drain I get deep like Atlantis 
raw ronin regime runnin rampant 
grandstandin despite trite and rancid 
rhymes can't fight my might, hittin strong I'm samson 

more than a handful, flow like the dam broke 
drownin in the gospel, find me underground like a fossil 
going commando- bolder than rambo when I ramble 
in the midst of mayham, 

stayin cool like gazpacho kinda flaco- 
like my beats more gordo, mind of an immortal 
dont force my hand turn this land to a war zone 

[MIC] 
Kick it in the desert like my boy named Aladdin 
Tickle with the feather yea my girl named Jasmine 
Jazz hands jazzin with jazzy jeff jamming 
Fresh prince planning with no B plan in 

Tricks up on the corner 
One named nina and the other named simona 
Ones kinda mean and the others not a grown up 
Unlike Billy Jean you gonna love her while you bone her and just pay up while I loan her 

Or else Mr. mean will turn into Mr. Meaner 
Change my demeanor and just catch a misdemeanor 
Move to Pasadena with my bitch named Ragina 
Who mixes window cleaner with all of her Orangina 

Getting kinda twisted sippin it like a martini 
She granting all my wishes out of a bottle like a genie 
This mama is a model in that dope little bikini 
Suck me hollow and she sweet like cheenie 

[ERU/MIC] 

fang fatal, angel with no halo 
fallin brawlin in combat thats mortal as if im kano 
red eye rampage, swallowin up your fan base 
grip the mic tight and strike till my hand breaks 
and my fucking voice goes following them choice hoes 

and your jaw drops trippin on blots flippin on cots grippin on docks cause your licken on rocks 
loozin it, confusin it choosin it to be abusin it while boozin it and cruisin quick w/ us- illusionist 

endanger the lamers sharp as a laser call me major 
making mcs catch aphasia, the mic cord strangler 
a deranged mutant inhuman strain of homosapien 
raised to reign over the globes whole terrain 

causing havoc seemingly out of habit 
attack grab it snatch it makin paper off of taxes 
Taxin’ the masses while passin them asses asking the fastest to sit back relax and be flask your molasses

Vice VerseAtile- The Mixtape

State Your Business

Holy Moley
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[ERU] 
so keep it subtle try to meddle get muzzled 
trudgin through the mud in the middle of self inflicted tussles 
why you puzzled? perhaps its best that pawns fall back 
protect your pride like the king before its check mate match 

unstable batch brewin in my brain, all fermented 
sip a drip of flow start trippin like jimmy hendrix 
but off a sentence, the last struck by my pen tip ended up 
in an asylums shaking silently for ten months 

excessive, roll up stankin like ten blunts 
type to make your cutie go rogue like its x-men 
with no suggestion, opened wide like im dentist 
go get stuck with that temptress, im exempted 

tempest- everytime my brain storm forms 
you could come with four score of warlords with long and 
short swords plus henchmen, and never make a dent in 
the force unleashed after i press record 

[MIC] 

YO 
I’m still gripping in a fifth that I was sippin in 
Mind and body start trippin in a bitch that was just stripping in and 
let me just slip it in while I rip it in and flip it in on a camera that I was strictly flicking in 

No it’s not plutonic, but Ironic, so Supersonic, and ionic 
Magic carpet, fly right on it and always must keep my eye light on it 

SO that I aint swerving 
like tyler durden 
in a suburban 
drinking all my bourbon, 

Fight club bitches hurtin, white butt bitches squirting 
My bud swishas serving the purposes 
Reverb my verses so they hear the reverse of my cursing.. and that’s God 

ERU 
C4 explodin, skulls of foes corrodin, 
acidicly potent flow disposing of my opponents, 
po po rolled in but couldnt discern the motive, 
studied the crime's components but came up with nothing cogent, 

holed up in my abode, tongue and bowl fully loaded, 
stoney and floatin' focused an open in full lotus, 
never mopey homie hear um holler holy moley,when rollin flowin or showin scrotum and totem, 

yall square like exponents, erodin block-headed dopey hopeless footsoliders 
with my opus, midas touch of the tongue, so, every 
flow is golden, hold it, trying to pull my card, 
go fish, better look alive kid, or time to get ghost quick

Holy Moley

[ERU] 
I'll show you the path so just follow my lead 
to a place laced with only the dopest of MCs 
no pop in record shops, just stacks of fat beats 
smokin L's with big L, Guru Pac and BIG 

where everyone freestyles when they speak 
no beef, just creativity and lyrical heat 
where no one ever spits the same line twice, or, 
bites, or, even breaks a cypher, know me as a lifer 

where thought flows quicker than the pen can try to write up 
shows every nightfall, not stoppin til the light comes 
instead of seconds measuring time in beats and bars, 
on the stairway and hip hop heaven aint far 

big up to grandmaster, flash and jam-master jay 
two pioneers i thank for pavin the way 
teaching kids the history but textbooks i toss away 
only hieroglyphics that i care about from the bay 

bass low, every flow de la soul, raining down 
talking bout a place where knowledge reigns supreme expressed through sound 
downloaded from the sound-cloud nine, only bomb tracks 
political debates replaced with rap battle broadcasts 

cause, no one'll ever sing a song like nate dogg 
on a sick warren g beat or a dre song 
pushin through my laboring days while bumpin aes rock 
trying finish up a sixteen before my train stop 

[MIC] 
First rap cd taught me the 10 commandments 
How to bake crack and get back to commanding 
Big and pac demanding more than we could hand them 
Thought it was beef that was a misunderstanding 

True what they son the good die young 
They Fuck bitches, smoke weed and always get some 
Respect to Easy E, Big L, and Big Pun 
And all our MC’s alive and yup listening 

Sitting reminscing 
About the precision of 
Blackstar’s definitionof a peaceful hip hop vision 
something called a Fiasco yea Lupe, 
Food and Liquor Skate and Push The Cool was too great 

Like Fugee La, ATLiens, and Illmatic 
Jayz-Z and Blackthought- still have it 
But Eminem is still a legend end to end 
Dre, Snoop, Weezy, Drake follow in the benz 

[Basic] 
mos definitely were comin like thieves in the night 
stealin back quali by the speaker and the mike 
still swimmin in darkness i use my soul as a light 
to guide the funk back to spittin it for the right-ous 

land is filled with smooth hats and crisp hits 
questlove- on the set- black fist - for a pick 
highly emmenating since there aint no halflife 
leavin you still wanting more from that ill-a-delphi 

some say its small i cant believe what i am hearin 
even the hits right now stole its soul from dilla dreamin 
so with the tribe we quest to expand upon the teachin 
of the low end theory raised up from the begginning 

I leave em grinnin, by spitten the truth when i speak 
tune the radio out and put your ears to the seat 
it’s underneath, now bob your head as we preach 
that hip hop heaven aint far outta reach

PunRobby