Artist: Subterraneous Crew Album: Waterworld Too (N.W.W.O.) Song: Rivers Run Wild Typed by: tylahix@yahoo.com [OneManArmy] Yo, we moving faster than the dukes of hazard Play you like shoots and ladders Don't have to shoot a bastard, I'm a super rapper My single bound of leap is twelve inches Eff a tall edifice My evidence equivalent to Everest Nevertheless I attack ya chest Like a cardiac arrest Snatch a sack of ses Let's see who rap the best You couldn't pass a test You artificially intelligent I read fake rappers like New Testaments And King James versions Rhymes operate like brain surgeons Never been fucked with, remain virgin It's a miracle, every time I work the mic I deliver verses like, Mary giving birth to Christ Serpents in paradise entice emcees To bite my steez like apple trees But actually that'd be a catastrophe When the mic is passed to me You'd rather feel the wrath of G-O-D You know the score you was told before Hold the mic like I hold a sword Life is like the Trojan War And I'm the one man army jumping out of horses 'Till the end of time, literary military forces [Kodak] Persistent paddling could be damaging to the average man Resistance vanishing with no Anacin Pulsating performance releasing any season My reason for being like a leaky faucet known to trickle slow Two triple O Mastering magical moments when I get with Lo Destined to blow See before I chose this path Floated down rivers running fast avoiding riff raff Ran into Heathcliff he told me "Get cash" I laughed 'cause he was drowning Sounding like he had a cold and stuff Told him he can't control the stuff They know to bust This ain't no unsolved mystery, involves history Dissolves chemically, revolves eventually Witness seen it can't acquire fitness being bulimic Extreme with skills to back the team with My gems encompass Purposely protected potently infected Taken out of natural form, that's what I'm left with Possess the seven habits of highly effective people Bless the addicts with caffeine equal match my steeple Cunning how a stunning child, lyrically endowed Could somehow stay on course running wild [Illite] Ayo you out of your league, rocking with me And obviously I leave spots damaged my advantages Leave niggas in bandages Wrapped with very little breathing room My thinking tool is equal to none See what you done? You got me expanding my fist to slap you straight Cause niggas be switching sides like tassels after you graduate I'll knock your style off it's pedestal now You hanging from my testicles now And your fellas ain't nowhere to be found Illite brings the raw with him I had a fist full of marbles and lost 'em I walk up in your fortress with a cordless and it gets way deeper I'm trying to ignite mics in bright lights And move crowds like motivational speakers I take rhythms and turn 'em into wavelengths Kidnap a couple of aliens to hot-wire their spaceships So much inside, it's hard not to get my tongue tied up That's why every time I finish a verse off a star lights up *Scratches* Senim Silla: (Ran with dogs that's rabid, rivers is rapid) [Magestik Legend] Try to keep it still it might hurt to listen I grip this mic tight enough to make my elbows bust through my shirt stitching Y'all piss me off like I'm sick of working You got me ready to wait near your car with a knife in the night lurking Like "give me that!" Got me hanging up the phone like "man hit me back" When I'm trying to write to spit these raps Cause you don't understand what it take to write shit to survive with I write bullets to take lives with Hop out the burning bush spitting live shit "Man!" I'm trying to make some points that y'all can ride with With ridiculous Speed like Nicholas be Keep riding till your rims is ripping the street if you're feeling me Cause easily I can be on some ol' Razor Ramón type tone With styles free like Elzhee So if you ain't hearing me bring it to me first So wiping creatures off of the earth like G-O-D, Father part three Perfect the way you deliver You launching missiles them joints is skipping on the rivers Running wild be like, when the crowd be hype And we ain't got to deal with no lousy mics!