[Intro]

Sprite beats

[Verse 1: DNA Tru Lyricist]

(Watch this, Sprite)

I came to destroy with lyrics, creativity, originality, versatility

Like boy

You don't wanna step up to the lord, the underground rap scene, that means you don't wanna mess around with me

Your old news like an Xbox 360 and bitch, I'm the motherfuckin' one

Undaground wicked chopper demented sick wicked potty mouth, you're prob'ly 'bout that bullshit the second that ya walk outta the booth

I step in it like a detective and detectin it 'til there's nobody left in it, 'til there's nobody best in it, like me

My breath's in it, like three fire breathin' dragons burnin' you to a crisp cannibalistic ya gettin' bit tisk tisk

But I ain't gonna bite you, which means I ain't gonna write what you write, not even accidentally not tonight, bitch, not never

I'm too clever to ever come close to whoever writing verses I could learn in the verge of a minute

Rewrite it and spit it diminish you minuscule bitches, you gotta be kidding, fucking with DNA ya out of a mission

I allow the admission for you to come out and come visit me vividly choppin' you into to many pieces

To assemble the body back properly, get off my property, I'm poppin' their cerebellum, I'm telling 'em I'm turning their brains into gelatin

Eating their eyes out like a pelican cause its a delicacy to me

(Let's go)

I'm choppin' 'em up when I'm droppin' a verse in the booth then I see them flee

Animatronical particle putting back in the monologue, leave it be

The keys to be unpredictably raw with it, sawing it in half often with the awesomeness

Tossin' a bitch into the lost abyss of darkness, droppin' a bitch like a possum, hit with a car, his carcass is lying out in the road

And the cars just keep tearing it apart and mixing it with the tar in the street, it's DNA the chopper

[Verse 2: SplytSecond]

Since I established myself as a chopper legend I done came to the realization that a veteran must, meet a particular requirement and be able to melt away iron with the a flow that is impeccable and lyrics that're clever enough

The wickedest people to ever to chop it forever is us your attitude need adjusting you seen a (cena) rapper that never give up, believin they better than us you gotta better chance of buryin dust I drop an atomic bomb on the track the way an American does

My method of chopping will cut up the air that you breathe I give a new meaning to breath-mints (breath mince) if you test this, puttin words to the beat like I'm workin with metal Hephaestus y'all have f'd up so I guess

I'll be adamant keep batterin beats that are elite ya pattern of speech rather the bleak chatterin really don't seem adequate

That is if we had to critique rappers and if you fragile my opinion'll make you cry like I I took 3.14 out of it

How's that for lyrical ability, so many wannabe rappers that're attempting the incredible and really be, simply repeating a formulaic flow that they just wanna follow but that is to easy for me

Undaground Chop 1 then Undaground chop 2 then Unda ground chop 3 now Undaground chop 4, how many times do I gotta prove I'm one da illest with the choppin but all of you want more. But I'ma give it to ya

Murder on a track I spit it articulate and I'm lyrically weaponized the pen is a trigger wit, a sensitivity similar to that of a virgin and it's getting ridiculous every time that I get to spit

Put the instrumental down then I be slangin the syllable mastery

Devour the meat and With Sprite on the beat deliver the man a catastrophe

So clever and proper never a chopper better that's comin up after me

The pinnacle of it I beat em all over the head with a lyrical masterpiece

[Verse 3: Kaoz]

Let's get buck, I'm serving it up to anybody who wants some

Yall Makin it too easy I hit em like I drop bombs

And leave my competition stand in like oh my God

Man I'm tearing these muthafuckas apart you better run

Overdosing gettin closer to takin over the world

Living life like a roller coaster holding on to the turns

Not accustomed to rolling slowly nothing I've ever learned

I set the flame to the booth then sit back and watch it all burn

I'll put you out like a cigarette just like that

If you busting the shots I'm promise I'm busting right back

Chop you up into pieces put your body in five bags

When you see the double K's you that it's over why ask

I advise that you pledge allegiance this muthafuckas mine-

I'm like penicillin when you need it when you about to die

An infection thats taking over leaving you barely alive

Fuckin' around and end up mentally impaired for life

I don't go looking for drama but it seems like I always get caught up right in the middle off some bullshit

But fuck it I gotta do what I gotta do

I'm ready for whatever whenever you pussies really wanna pull shit

End up getting caught up in show down sounding like l had a AK-47 bustin' in the mic booth

Sipping liquor out of a bottle that's ninety-nine proof, play around get chewed up alive if you ever try to

Subliminal dissing won't get you shit, I will find you

Before you know it I'll be there and standing right behind you

And the Klique that you kicking it with could never hide you

Erase all the evidence nobody will ever find proof

Only leaving craters on earth, Makin' 'em hurt, make a loud mouth lay on the ground, face in the dirt

Cut out the tongue that was makin' the sound, putting in work

Better bow down kneel to ground, take you to the church

[Verse 4: K-Fix]

Give me the microphone and i’m zonin'

Cut on a beat then i'ma beat it up just like my opponent

Some of the best of what you dealin' with

And when I'm feeling pissed, I'ma show it lyrically

None of my competition will want it

Because I'm better than the most, man the rhyming is impeccable lyrically on a level inaccessible to y'all

Never will I fall, told you from a chopper, phenomenal with it, 'cause I’m steady killing shit I’m willing to break ‘em off

With the crank Imma slay em send a stripper to others take em there then Imma take out a hater better Make ‘em meet their maker

The pistol will penetrate ‘em, the pill Will disintegrate 'em

I'm venomous with the syllables, sending them to maker

Ain’t nothing but criminals finna sit at my dinner table

And fuck if you bracking with us, we finna get to the paper

So when I’m spitting my venom, I’m demonstrating

The way I’m killing ‘em with the skill, I’m a lyrical innovator

And I'ma rock it forever bet that competitors

Is hella jealous [?] whatever I'm bringing from the cerebellum

Banging and making the cheddar, and I’m finna show the population that I rock it better than my predecessors

And if anybody in the way that benifiting, better get sample of this shit that made that nigga insane, never in the game and I’m finna come up on the track and I kill 'em independentant just like that nigga Insane

Try to come against me and you get slain

Bitches are massacred, sick on the rapping, and I’m quicker than average, ya dig?

Plus I’m banging bitches like I'm Rick James

Flipping the ammo sipping malevolence slick and I’m out my bed

Fucking the jig up a nigga that evil that spit flames

Pistol I’m packing it’ll leave ‘em dismembered step and I’m cracking your wig

Anytime you hear a nigga, "fix lame"

Check the vernacular, man i'm spectacular, no way to hell I didn’t kill this

[Verse 5: Dez]

Mane, I'ma be that nigga to giving no fuck about what you be thinking about my style and shit

Ready for whatever the hell is skipping the murder to be coming through busting and they blasting quick

Nigga who not ready for the shit we be spitting with Dez, spitting in a nigga they thinking not then he can hang

Coming with the drum and we holler for sunning break em if we wanna no give a dollar my nigga we bring pain

Thinking it's a game like now, hell up in the roll which ya'll to get mo'

How the fuck a nigga thinking he can step up to a killer imma hang 'em up with a shrieker then blast up them all

Making you crawl, you're back at the wall

Tipping the odds and now bitch you will fall

Brutal fatality, ain't no escaping me, taking your body then (Hopping a ho)

Hurt em with a perk and no criminal will bust a nigga

Never talk to get up cut up and with homicide inside em is vital

Any motherfucker nigga when I tell ya give beef and now I promise it's not because I'm hyper, imma leave you when I die with an automatic weapon when I tell tale blunt from a chopper's sound, we bringing you down, we smoking a killer we smoking by pound

I don't pick a planet I bringing a pain hit em with it climbing up to dead with your head and shoulder, chronic at some of the rappers who think they be spitting like a proper grey we'll send a big boulder

Though I'll be holding my mind and corrode a robot will coming nigga I told you we coming to get you

Niggas on the beats, when they see me on the city with a robot chopper we hating and we gonna bust ooh

[Verse 6: Criminal R.O]

Criminal R.O. da baixada santista

2 R Máfia,mandando a real,somos roccafillaz

Presta atençao,so maluco,louco estourando a mente da rapaziada

Chegando na moral com certeza aqui na área,Gangsta Rap o som da quebrada

Na levada criminosa,vários maloqueiros reunidos com certeza pronto para te falar

Mano eu tenho o dom,entao escuta sangue bom,sou mais um criminal, membro da legião

A minha quebrada vou representar,seja aqui ou qualquer lugar,baixada santista envolvida na cena,nos somos favela em primeiro lugar

Eternamente da curva do S

Praia grande onde o crime prevalesce,mente criminal na levada escuta só,invadindo sua mente sem dó

Atitude e proceder tem que ter,para nao morrer,dentro do inferno da favela pode crer

E embaçado infelizmente aqui jaz,varios manos do crime aqui morreram agora estejam em paz

Mano e mó B.O.policia ta matando,na quebrada muitas mães chorando

Mente Criminal mano de atitude,diretamente da favela escute

Representando a Baixada Santista,Criminal R.O. mano nao se ilude

[Verse 7: Interchopper]

Im ubanshi davibade sadac magaria q’urdi aq’ kacoba magari bandzia magaria q’urdi

Nurapershi nu geshlebat chveni vazis ubani ubani magari nashobis gdzaglobis kacobis da dzmobis

Nobody whenever they wait I hit'em all over the double and triple cause all my niggas aren’t givin' a fuckin' dub fo rella

Wait a motherfucker,I’m too sick for hittin'em with a beast flow,beat'em with venomous verse I'ma get in and let’s go

Hit'em and give venom when i get up in'em let my get in im dumbin'

Fuck it i'ma puttin' with a motherfuckin' rouse maybe all my bitches are motivated by the feeling

''Some of these niggas are thinkin’ that they’re gonna find me lyrical most'',are you ready for the toast?

Somebody thinkin’ i'ma voodoo I may be evil in yo noodle

Shootin' out syllable fella' when i'ma near,when you feel fear i'ma be the most incredible killer

Makein' the samedi givin' the fuckin' hump i’m takein' the syllable shakein' and fuckin up

Hit'em all up when i feel i’ll get up and bull ya hit'em wherever like killa

You better belive we come and the fuck'em all hit'em all over the double of tremble

Cause when my noddle is gettin' so fuck-ed-up im puttin' in over my venomous diction

Choppin' everybody gonna hitch you with a killa'-sylla' get it down feel it out with a motherfuckin' brain

Feel i'ma venomous when I get it in this shit gone in for the

Choppin' uncountable syllablle when the doom comin' next when i'ma

Pull em up stick'em up hit'em and stack it up hit ‘em whenever they like givin’ a fuckin'

I’ll hitch their all aura down to the tremple my niggas' I ‘'con-front’‘ us

Look that begginer bringin’ there some of the gang in it bangin' i’m gettin so fucked up

Hell is out omen: I’m down for the choppin' I’ll hit em all up fo my song..

That time was I chopping like a motherfucker hit you with a motherfuckin' bullet when I really get insane

Im that motherfucker called a Papuna comin' to kill'em all they gotta be got off my strike

Cause i’m comin' to kill em all creepin' to fist em all up with my Flames

[Verse 8: MC Rice]

Avec revolushan music je débite sans limite

Mon flow vous attire et vous déciment avec mes lyriques

Il est maléfique, il a un pouvoir symbiotique

Pour vous dire qui je suis je débite de plus en plus vite

Entendez-vous ce rire diabolique qui résonne sur ce beat

C'est ceux qui ont défié mon débit, à présent ils sont adepte de la folie

Prenez-garde les amis car j'arrive, mes lyriques me submergent et je débite

Ici MC Rice, je tabasse à coup de ligne de basse

Pour diffuser mes punchlines à travers l'espace

Qui peut me stopper? Je rappais déjà avant d'être né alors il ne faut pas vous étonner si ma maitrise ressort quand je me mets à rapper

Je vais vous enseigner l'art de débiter sans médiatiser la banalité, mais avant tout laissez moi accélérer, qui peut me stopper?

Envie de m'évader, de laisser mon esprit vagabonder, dans la créativité

Le psychopathique asiatiques que je suis

Débite de plus en plus vite et vous livre de magique lyriques

Vous voulez que je débite sans limite?

Arrêtez de vous astiquer le pubis sur des zik à la Gims et appelez-moi MC

Le psychopathique asiatique que je suis fais de la gymnastique rimique

Personne ne peut poser de limite au MC supersonique

C'est un egotrip pour Monsieur Sprite Beatz

Que j'ai fait sur mesure pour assassiner le beat

Pour faire plaisir aux jeunes demoiselles encore pucelles

Je vais prendre mon service 3 pièces et le poser sur un violoncelle

Ce texte est dédicacé, aux jeunes filles qui ne font que se raser

Les zones à forte pilosité, pour moi, la puissance de ton rap

Ne se mesure pas, à la puissance de tes punchlines

Mais à la taille, de ton estomac

Tu kiffes quand je biffle le beat que tu me livres

À la manière d'un guerrier Viking, alors j'avance en avance

En cadence, et je chante, et je danse, et me balance, RPZ la France

Si ma personnalité vous insuffle la peur

C'est que mes rimes sont plus lourds que les tracteurs

Appelez-moi le DZ Chopper

Bienvenu dans le Undaground Choppers 4

[Verse 9: Mister Hyde]

Now you're entering the mind of a psychopathic assassin, so imagine what's gonna happen when it's double the action, double excitement, double time on that ass on the gas, it's a rap when I'm gripping this microphone I'm strapped with, everything I need I got the ammunition to hit em with lyrical missiles, you know I blast quick wouldn't wanna be the one to slips don't be tripping you don't wanna trip your way into a casket (Your way into a casket) Underground chopping them to the grave doing back flips on the masses with this rap shit you know we gotta keep it abominable for a change in the faction to a fraction when we fracture massive the way that we do it to em exactly how we hack em the we slash em when we stab 'em Horror movie shit up on the beat I'm bout to kill em with a hatchet where's the gas can get the match lit

Any way I get it I get it and give it to em get the message delivered I spit it to em brought it vicious and it's nothin subliminal when the illest up in it you can call this shit karma with the way that we killing em just a little bit sinister get the priest and the minister we performing an exorcism the demon will finish em if we sitting here givin up he be gettin away with this shit I'm telling you pay attention your life as you vanishing you're diminishing quick becoming a ghost you know? disappearing into smoke no joke Hopping over three like it was parkour you in part two then jumping here to part four bringing the battle back we came to start a war throwing the bulls-eye up on the dartboard bringing it hardcore sick of this art form pick up the bars more I just broke this shit down like some cardboard

[Verse 10: D-Spillz]

Look, kill it when I get up in it fill em wit da ammunition fully automatic when I bust on da beat/ plenty people talkin bout that life but never really lived it Imma Gangsta ain't afraid to get you touched in these streets/ Betta understand there's levels to this game I give a fuck about this rapping if you acting like a busta you bleed/ even now I'm getting charged writing bars bouts these pussy mothafuckaz betta chill n take a puff of the weed/ but double the speed up n double the heat up you puppets of people that try to keep up when buck n I throw Double C's up/ betta duck n run for cover my company bleed ya, makin plenty moves off in the unveiling hustle to feed us/ who's us? Choppa Clique n they betta gone choose us if they talkin bout the best in the business to group up/ then they know about the signature spotters we moved up, toured the country selling records so why we ain't blew up?

[Verse 11: Mizury Mize]

Im definining a mad whitey ta get excited like a riot wit the quiet comin' univited and packin

Ill shotta rapper down wit a full clip of syllable killin' action in tragic; shootin' the beat up like a insulin' reaction bastards

At any instant my tongue be passive wit no blinkers when passin' most these bitch ass mainstream rappers

I wildnout harder then what nick cannons about every time my mouth opens spittin' cannons at them actors

And pullin' weight like a tractor; never lookin' backwards; i push go and go after gettin' what I want on purpose

I wanted to make an indintion wit some rhthym while keepin' it real and original so I keep pounding on the undergrounds surface

I'ma fuckin' chopper; unlike a lotta the motherfuckers out here just tryin' to rap fast

And i be kickin' it wit team and we gasin' it like matches, settin' a fire to the mattress under hip-hops ass

I be livin' it independent, breakin' the bread while leavin' the mics dead and killin' for funds; killin' for fun; I'll punch a beat in the cunt what

I get a little mental on the intrustmental when my dental hit syllables gettin' critical when i starts speakin' in fuckin' tongues

I'ma little advanced for regular music son wit a elevated level it gettin harder to step my game up

And i be bustin' a nut when i bust on a beat givin' it all of me; knee fuckin' deep in that slut sprayin' miz babies like its nothin' when i nut

Choppin' it up wit that perfection; this profession is killin' and my tongue is the weapon

Im beastin' and feastin' on these emcees, feelin' froggy, not jumpin' at me from they leap pad at home

Ima under ground chopper from the bootheel motherfucker I'm Mizury

Kickin' wit kings of versatility and delivery in remedies defining real art made it easy

[Verse 12: Crucified]

Jumpin' up on 'em and crumple 'em, makin' it wicked and pickin' a path

While I figured I'm bigger than makin' a rumble and pickin' a picket and makin' a sign

But I'm makin' 'em pick it and pickin' 'em off while I'm makin' 'em pick it and begin the night

When I get on my victim, but look at me, knowin' I better be technically bringing the hype

And then I be back in the portal, a killa be comin' up over to come with the wrath

I told 'em I got it with another rapper, then gave all them smoke and I'm makin' a sign

But I'm bringin' a buck and I'm makin' it back while I get with her neck and then give her the pipe

But I said I'ma get 'em and wet 'em up, then I'ma let in my venom I get em in kind

They better believe it I gotta be keepin' it wicked and pickin' it, makin' 'em peek it, I'm makin' it

Givin' it, fuckin' 'em up with a gun, I'm comin' in bringin' the prime

Pick it and pass it up, makin' a precedent, makin' 'em 'fess it up, breakin' a passenger

Make an impression, they givin' a fuck and I'm makin' it sinner to get 'em in time

Sinkin' when I jump and I'm makin' it bust and I gotta be dumpin', I'm bringin' the wrath and I'm

Breakin' their balls so they give me the microphone, I'm 'onna get up and takin' them out

But then I'ma get up on 'em when a killa be comin' to get up off and get it back and ain't givin' a fuck and I'm makin' it

Gory, makin' it wicked and figure they pass it, they actually gotta be down

Passenger makin' a pound, I gotta be smokin' up all of my chronic, I think in the morning

I'll go to my homie then give him the money, I'm pickin' a pocket I'm makin' a formula

Follow my league, I'm a leader and I'm 'onna bring it up over here, ?fickle, a army? Not

Givin' a fuck and I'm makin' a glory, I'm pickin' 'em off while I'm making a warning

Making it big and I'm makin' a bag and their governor come with a spring in the pace

For takin' it big when I'm makin' it popular, blessed be comin', I'm makin' a case

For thinkin' I'm fake, I be takin' a message, I walk and I bust in the Pearly Gates

I'm lookin' to pick it, I love when they head roll up, burn up a chunk, it's a wonderful day

Immaculate, fakin' the funk when I'm fuckin' 'em up while they comin' to bust it

I pick it and buck it, I make a good buck and they begin to fuss and I'm pickin' 'em up (Ah, ah, ah)

And when it come to choppin', I'm choppin', I be the realest

See the body count, I'm stackin' up artists, even the Guinness

If they really want to get it they put on my fucking hitlist

I'm a monster of a chopper, so proper, I be the bidness

If they want to see me they payin' to get the ticket

I can really make a visit and make it a quick decision to go choppin'