[Verse 1: Wordsworth]

Wordsworth, Wordsworth AKA Words

Yo, from Words N Punchline, Punchline N Words

What y'all wanna hear? Ya sounding absurd

But check it... yo!

I'm here to inform and entertain

Wordsworth AKA Words, Vinson Johnson, Jamel my center name

Clyde's Projects, music to model, job outlets

Countless endorsements and other deals in the process

Danny Why and Ant like they cars and women topless

Blue and Perry like women with their panties crotchless

Many options, distribution disputing

Rookies confusing Lyricist Lounge with some nuisance

Producers provide beats for open mics

Line up, sign up, but I hate when cats don't stop when they time's up

Jump from cipher to cipher before performances

DJ's watch me rhyme over verses and choruses

It's unfortunate I ciphered in the bathroom

Apologies to chicks at the bar that I told that I'd be back soon

So let me be host

Whatever I wrote, I'd display

In hopes to get put on and come back and host it one day

My request for the guest list

Astound the crowd with freestyle exhibitions

During intermission segments

Legends: Kwest, Eminem

Craig G, Juice and Words

Punchline, Master Foul, Thirstin Howl III

The Rap Coalition – y'all know us

We them same cats that frightened you in front of your friends

While you tried to hold your piss in

They're collage, you're one dimensional

No one mentions you, "what's your name?" is said to you

Preventing you from interviews

Had your time and it's shame that it expired

Call with the right price, I might let you put your name on the fliers

Put your name on the fliers...

Put the name on your fliers

[Verse 2: Rise]

Yo, let me get some, let me get some, let me get some...

S.O.S. never lack things, we got this rap thing to a science

Your rhyme's petite, mine's shop at Lane Bryant

Defiant, enemies switch and wish an alliance

Beat us or join us, try, never triumph

Flows eliminate foes and those that doubt

But if I ever meet my match, I'll burn 'em, put him out

Steady killing 'em

Invisible rappers, I'm steady grilling 'em

To Rise, rappers strive to be the homonym or synonym

Outrageous

Demanding respect, getting praises

I'm sick, rappers try to touch me, thinking I'm contagious

Stay boasting, going through MC's like emotions

Might roast him, devour wack raps, subtract the quotient

In front of the flock, but some of the top

Couldn't fill my shoes with they rhymes stuffed in front of they socks

I front in your Clarks, bust you with the lead that's in my pencil

Never simple, memorize my verse, nurse your temple

A raw tongue like a sore thumb

My style stands out, my pen's an arsonist

It lit some paper, and then it ran out

[Verse 3: Punchline]

Check it...

Alert the massive

Players is getting drafted

For those that oppose, I give 'em a closed casket

My thoughts is graphic

No matter who ya dissing

I die for my niggas like Jesus crucifixion

You're contradicting

Fell under the submission

My shit sound great on bad tapes with the hissing

The plot thickens

In any altercation, I take out two like double dating

Your whole squad's player hating

I compete, play for keeps

I got weed smokers turning over a new leaf

I pop shit and roll one deep, with no heat to show ya

I drop hot shit, rock mic's with potholders

Rap career's over, how dare you oppose this?

When I die, bury me with a tape of my own shit

I hold the dice, diss me, and pay the price

I make a klepto wanna take his own life

Style precise

The rap game, I'm pimping it

And kicking it

Yo take it in [vein/vain] like insulin

Simple shit

[Verse 4: Jedi]

Yo... I go by the name the Jedi out the Lethal House Of Reps

Check it out, I'ma drop some shit like this, yo...

Don't try to follow what you can't swallow

I'm sorta what you call a mic-tologist

Getting phenomenal from the abdominal

Breathing the words of a scientist

It's Jedi with mind tricks

I aim and hit to split, I strip developers, swelling melons with

Intelligence

Some sharp kids with sharp minds, we go against

Hard times, send verse with sharp knives, as I insert

My verbal cartridge, to bring the conscious to concerts

And cultures, say call your entourages

Or they can put in basements and garages or houses

The odds is, none against my squadron

We looking harmless, but alarming

A red alert to get you hurt and put you in crutches

And leave you armless

Legless, fuck this – headless!

You've just been a chosen contestant

For this one sentence to get into your intestine

And make your quick exit for entrance

For the next kid who test this

We restless and reckless

In less a second you're S.O.S.'ing

And begging for God to be at your presence

Seeing the essence... yo...

[Verse 4: A.L.]

I came to make a change in this world

Society's living wicked

Stop the cops after they run lights, giving pigs a ticket

Lyrics my fitness

I know it all, so bear witness, ready to flip this

Putting palm readers outta business

Once my words get heard, MC's break south

"y comer sacre" [?] 'cause yo, I love to take out

In hot pursuit for the loot, guess I'm crazy for checks

I even got prostitutes that wanna pay me for sex

So forget the candlelight, I'd rather handle mics

I make wack MC's hit the wall quicker than when a vandal strikes

I'll battle me drunk or soberly

You wanna fight over me

Representing like this, y'all niggas better grab your rosary

I flex complex, y'all gon' confuse heads

Who think they running shit up in here? They 'bout to lose legs!

So pardon me, y'all

Give me the mic and all of y'all stall

I went from Nuyorican, Apollo, to Carnegie Hall

Kicking rah-rah shit, 'cause most niggas is ignorant

You try to diss us 'cause I look good, plus the shade of my pigment?

They call me Sigmund Freud

With thoughts you can't avoid

Putting wack wack MC's back in the crowd, leaving 'em unemployed

So bring your rhyme out, niggas know they'll call "time out"

It's the best play, and niggas know, they find out

[Verse 5: Wordsworth, (A.L.)]

You said, "niggas find out"

Yo, rappers are on the bench with they coach, calling time-outs

Let me get this rhyme out

One time, my name is Words

I hope ya heard it before

I got mad rhymes, I met a four (Metaphor?)

In other words, she wasn't a dime

That's how I do when I kick an ill rhyme

See this ain't something I ain't write down

It's coming right off the mind

Or the top of the dome

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