[Mad Squablz Round 1]

Heavenly elevated

To the highest point, apply your voice

I rhyme with a fine supply of wiser choice

Divine, but it's time that most apply their coins

Mind is confined is hard to find the joy to rise, and at times they trying to stop your boy

Try, but you can't avoid a blacker voice

Heart too strong, is time that I destroy

Is time to put that life on pause

I might go off

These rappers ain't got no heart

These niggas trying to sneak up in the game, 500 for a show, they reminding me of Lonzo Ball

What's a crawl to a baby step?

What's a loss to an angry vet? - It's obsolete

Mind too sharp, as far as I can see

And they gon' stay mad as long as I can speak

You know that

Really, I would never opt to preach

Or drop a toxic speech like an aqua priest

But it's obvious I can see

I've been up next to rise, but I'm not beneath

My soul too delicate, flow too syllabus

As for the folks unknown to the elements

I can never let 'em in

Please, acting like it's elementary

But really, you can never end me

I've been trying to hide from the scriptures

Been to hell and back, but forgot to take pictures

Dark skies getting midly addictive

Signs of the sickness, highly afflicted

Time for the mischievous, dive in the the eyes of a misfit

You should feel honored to witness

"Why they bother with this shit?"

'Cause if you ain't build for the grind, my nigga, you should probably quit this

Niggas know I'm bound to crack the code

That's why they always grill me at the shows

Denzil, why they hating on the gods?

Prolly wanna send us back to start

But sorry, I'm just all across the board

In layman's term: I came to change the game

And endanger y'all for sure

They would never take me off my course

I just be taking my time, I'm never wasting my time

I pay these haters no mind, I give 'em a glimpse of the grind

I never tell them my plays, I'm so ahead of the game

I'm so ahead of my time, they already digging my graves

Squablz!

[Denzil Porter Round 1]

Here I go, get it done quick

Jamaican, it look like I'm jogging when I run shit

It's blatant, girl got a problem, ladies love this

You already know what her eyes on (Horizon) not the sunset

Fiends come in abundance, on the corner with fun dip

Pushing that off white, the color of Kris Humphries

And I run with, homies who make movies with the gun clips

I be with your favorite rappers whenever I got the munchies

You know I got a modified thumbstick

In the game, but my element is higher

You thin rice paper, I'm Earth, Wind and Fire

A hearse and a choir, is what you'll acquire

For messing with I

America strives on the stuff it denies like freedom and life and that's why we ride

And they're ain't no better options

Look, and they've been saying it for years and ain't show me

Ay, you always see me with the same homies

I said: You always see me with the same homies

We be getting fired live like James Comey

They don't want a piece of (Pizza) me, there's anchovies

I've been killing these mics, I am Sony

And I feel the world's mine, I am Tony

And I wreck sick (Anorexic) , I am bony

And im gold like Acapulco [?]

All could go broke

Then we bounce back like we all could pogo

See, I'm like any other man, all I do is apply and demand - that's an Al Capone quote

Out down south with a route to go to

In the trap where they loading up more than Pro Tools

Fans say I'm the best, I'm the go-to's go-to

Now my head so big, I'm always out the photo

Whoa

[Denzil Porter Round 2]

When chicken's little the sky is falling

I see you on a roll, but your tire's balding

Was lit, now your fire's calming

When I'm going broke I bounce back like hired higher Spalding

You react like your life is on the line, every night is calling

I might as well, go hard in the paint like Midas will

[?], and its real, touch the pen and pad is like King Midas' brail

Damn I win so much I might make lighters fail

Homie, I know killers, you know types of whales

I'll shame you (Shamu)

You see world? (Sea World) I'm overhead with free willy bars

Can't tip these cars, even if I slam on 'em really hard

The whole throttle, a role model, whose soul's bottled

And knows not to open too much doors, they gon' knock you

Nas said it was written, swear I live in that whole novel

[?] told Squablz no one as nice as after that O vowel

So if them bitches say something, burn down their whole brothel

Spit sick, but in game fifth, don't let that cold stop you

Reality shows, that show that ratchet living

Relation Ships in bad conditions, they just practice fishing

A bunch of snakes you see they backs is missing

Rusty minds have so much friction, figuring out facts and fiction

Niggas with excuses they just practice missing

I take every shot that I can take, even my bad decisions sometimes they just actually lessons

I can't talk about my rain (reign) 'cause I'm in Cali now

And I'm stepping back to say: who got that Cali loud?

[Mad Squablz Round 2]

Patience running low, I'm sick of standing still

My verbal antics made this man too skilled

Now, Imma be real: I was never the freshest prince, but I can hand you wills

I summon these rappers that I just happened to stab and kill

Most these rappers ain't half as real as they pose to be

Supposedly, we live in a world where the frauds control the scene

I scold the soap opera

Dispose of foes, mockin' souls, awkward

Beyond my soles, I watch you hoes squander

Better hide your tails

Niggas out here rocking male rompers

Beyond the sales, stylin' pocket books and nail polish

These creatures dwell, [?] procedures help

Keep the stealth, let these creatures quell

Please, somebody drag these queens to hell

Yo, to y'all is just a mere dress-up

I think [?] these severe measures

Trying to stay popular, that's queer pressure

[?]

I can't accomodate while in a conscious state with all these wierd gestures

I plan to be immortalized and mortify you

Disorganize the course of mortal minds and horrify you

My inner optics are philosophic

I'll quickly spill a toxin and kill your prophet my logic is built on profit

Probably, I'm sorta, kinda, outlandish with my mouth, it's candid

Rappers aren't really outstanding, they just out standing

Comtemplating fortune at a pivital cost

Really trying to be signed and sealed, but can't deliver them bars

That's the kind of shit that makes Stevie wonder

Like, what's the real reason they wanna see me under?

Maybe 'cause they know I got the power to seize the slumber

Maybe 'cause I'm on a rise and bound to be above them

But you know people like to see you doing good, but never better than them

Quick to give you that bishop treatment with that devilish grin

Ay-yo, I resent the attempt at pretend

It's SQ and the bar king

So this death you won't get to prevent

Squablz!

[Mad Squablz Round 3]

Listen, I'm back with the bars, dismantle two tracks without an accurate cause

Lyrical tactics strong enough to do some damage to gods

Smack a rapper and have his vanity gone

Answer your scarred

I'll gladly shatter your heart and take the battery charge

As a matter of fact I'll snap your break in half in a spar

Spontanious with my vernacular crack at your jaw

The jagged edge to a dagger, I'll cap your abdomen

I'm an adamant advocate for leaving wack rap with a loss

Until I master the art I spit these hazardous thoughts

Leave you with a lack of a thought that you shouldn't rap anymore

I approach a poser with plans to turn a man to a corpse

Against this ill mind, let's see who hops in and gets scorched

These haters baffled, if I ain't spitting ain't no talking

I just let the stats show

I've been doing numbers like a raffle

I'm past those silly-looking critics looking timid with their wack posts

Niggas frigid when I spit a fast flow

"That's facts though"

Like a crack addict on his last smoke, I'm that dope

Scolding my vocabulary, they want me to rap slow

So at a rap show you get no pass or no dap hoe

"Why you gotta be such an asshole?"

It's natural, been scoffin' at rappers often attacking coffin

Respect the marksmen, a simple thought can detach your [?]

Slap your carcass, casket is vastly gone and still wrapped in garments

I've been a monster, they've been imposters

You're that important

Me and Porter got this rapping shit

Diligent catalyst, spitting the illest of raps with limited accidents

Truly adequate with the pad and pen

Just an adamant antonym of an artist who lack the heart to just go and grab the win

They say I lack substance

Shut your inexperienced ass up

Can't even write a rap and trying to pass judgement

Cats frontin', acting like they fly, but they ain't flap nothing

Past bluffing, gotta watch these niggas like the last supper

I don't even need to get approval

Just as long as my gift is useful, and the words which I spit is truthful

Yo, I let a hater speak only when I choose to

'Cause when I want your opinion, nigga, I'll give it to you

Look, my jumper cables got jumpers able to jump on tables

I'm turning favorites to chicken and waffles with too much maple

As sweet as cane, and I think it's safe to say cause biblically speaking I be killing brothers that think they' able

To contest eye, what’s blinding your mind, 'cause it ain't stable

Some artists like ditsy bitches, still waiting on labels

I just say "Ok, Why? (O- KY)", I guess these rappers must love it anal

Though, my attraction for rapping is fatal - I just ain't with that

Not new to a track, you see the mutant is back

With art officially(artificially) flavored, check the nutrition facts

When it's a wrap, have so much crap you have to loosen your hat

See, I done told you 'bout that tooth in the back

Plus you know I like to chew and see the juice from all the losers that rap

So I don't have my bars tendered, I don't loosen the fat

I move like Bruce, but the bat

I'm a moose with the racks

I'm from where skaters get you robbed

Throw up a deuce for Big Black

You see, homies be trying to tell me what I should call next

I just leaped two hundred feet, fuck what you call steps

I just need two chicks that's freak, and then I'm all set

I'm in the Bronx connecting Queens, gettin' that Throgs neck

Text me while I'm getting it, test me and you're shitting it

Not even engineers could compress me without getting hit

But I'm in the home where bangers rep hard, I'm Brett Favre

Overhead bars, got 'em dying; Owen Hart, what's next God?

Hate the way we treated, but wanna be in this skin

If they could they would be needles that sting

Tryna freeload the loud with bad spirits and the evils within

Still roasting that Reggie Bush like back when he was with Kim

Why are you here? You know that I make lives disappear

Squablz couldn't buy you time

"couldn't even buy you a beer"

They mentioned O.C.D. the wrong way

Then hit the stage for six seconds and the crowd got they faces like it's a long day

Who wanna ride when the passengers hit the hardest?

That's what happens when you're so damn passionate to be flawless

You're a wannabe, take it from me: you're shit is garbage

You might as well come at me, 'cause you damn sure can't fuck with Locksmith

And Toxsikk I wish you would, but you'd probably resort to lodges

I'm sorry, next time you could more clear when you mention Oswin

That's what happen when the action is raw

This is not a tap on your jaw, it's a tap on your.. urgh, watch your mouth

Make some noise!!!