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• Ashcru J-live And Last Emperor Freestyle - Eddie Ill & Dl
• Brooklyn Academy Freestyle - Eddie Ill & Dl
• Choclair Kardinal Offishall And Y-look Freestyle - Eddie Ill & Dl

[Last Emperor]
Mother Earth we adore you the best has been put forth for you
Recipricate, always put forth your best
Make no mistake The Emperor's fresh
a firm believer in the creature that lives in the Pacific Northwest
As you all guessed this is classified fiction
Allow me to provide a more accurate dipiction
There's a large hairy man, sent to dwell in the forests
Emitting cries so scary they terrorize local tourists
Some call him Bigfoot, Canadian Backdrop
People of that particular region call him Sasquatch
Eight feet tall about six feet wide
Shaggy, brown hide ninety-seven inch stride
Thrill-seekers attack it, scientists try to track it
Bionic Man, Steve Austin, fought it and got his ass kicked
You think its deep what keep up, you catch the flow dragon
Primordial lyrics date back to the Cromagnum
I crush mics with one touch I'm bending em
But I'm about to go crash in Harry and The Hendersons
[Ashcru of Unspoken Heard]
Ay-yo, ay-yo, every time I walk up in a hip-hop show
I get swept to the front like a barbershop flow
Moonlight, give me insight, to write out of sight
Deliveries with the ability to bend mics
I won't stop my drop come straighter than pen stripes
Invite me to a battle rebuttle is skin tight
You wonder how I be speakin this, freakin this, reakin this havoc
On empty MC's with styles automatic
I sift through the bullshit, to lift out the ?
Who's gassin the masses like he's standing at the pulpit
Then push it out my mass, break emergency glass
Fast forward to the last, make his future my past
Have a blast while I do it as a poet you should know it
From the time that I went to it, your ass is grass when Ashcru shit
Now who slipped up in the cipher with the blue-black lighter
Seven Heads empire don't stop
[J-Live]
Consider this lyrical fitness the calisthetic for the best part
Bench press without no spot
My rhyme escaped from a place that was dark and wet
Into a world that ain't ready for its caliber yet
Some'll test it premature just cause life ain't fair
Like when the system know you're innocent but still don't care
But unlike criminal justice win, lose, or draw
the greater good gets served when you're spottin a flaw
Not likely though, this mic be so greatful
By the time I'm done it be feedback fruit for the non-theatric
Phonetic tactics grandmaster's like, "I ain't even seen that move"
You're not supposed to, cuz, so just sit back and enjoy
Livetown no fat beats are unemployed
I put tracks to work like the MTA
Most terrific-al chemist in the world today
We're nothing like King Midas as the story was told
W.F. ? that they receive more gold
Yeah the crowd scream "Yes, yes y'all!"

[Intro:]
Psss...Oh my god, Yo! These niggaz wil' out, son!
Yo, Eddie Ill, man, do you know what you just did
puttin these guys on your tape? Yo these niggaz is
straight off the...yo they be wil'in, yo Brooklyn Ac
DJ Eddie Ill, DL Three, comin' atchyou live in 3-d
Is you ready for this, man? Brooklyn Ac
[Mr. Metaphor]
Ay-yo we indestructible son it's real like that
You can shoot me with a bullet, it'll heal right back
I'll eat forty MC's, as a real light snack
Yo where the mic at? I lay my game down quite flat
I got a tight rap I'ma stick in your head
With a big fat blunt to leave you glistening red
All the ladies know I'm bad, bad! and wicked in bed
Cause some cats bite the bush, but I lick it instead
But girl I'm only going down if you giving me head
And I'ma "Put it on! Put it on!" like Kid Capri said
Son I'm tougher than leather, I'll rip a verse like cheap thread
Then put my hand on dick and make you love (?Deep Jay?)
I got, no regrets, no weight on my back
Put on your seat-belt strap it ain't safe on my track
Fuck puttin out a name, I want my face on the map
I want them gimme head shorties with they face in my lap
Snake in the grass, I got your girl shakin her ass
I roll with grimy BK cats who rake in your cash
Son we 'robbin old folks and makin the dash'
Jumpin through store fronts wild and breakin the glass
I'm only looking toward the future, stay away from my past
Cause I looked death in the face when I was eight and a half
MC's is D- work, son I'm acin the class
Circus clown acts, y'all keep makin me laugh
[Icon]
Ay-yo a nigga like me wanna get paid and these streets
these streets, you they Canada Dry
I lay you back with the plans in my mind, party dunn
We in the back with our hats in the front, passin the blunt
If there's beef then we blastin them up
If I don't know you, I don't fuck with you counterfeit thugs
Nigga, cause y'all just rent them cars, nigga, you semi-hard
I'ma hit you with the semi-, you semi-gone
And if you wanna battle, dude, I'll pull a gat on you
I'ma put a whole in you, and your man in back of you
and your man that's in back of him
Nigga, that's only one bullet, imagine ten
I'll kill a whole club, hold up
I got it sewn up, my niggaz role up
And y'all niggaz, ain't no thugs, never sold drugs
I spit till I ain't gots no spit
I spit during a lunar eclipse
I spit till I ain't got no lips
I'ma spit until my skin fall off
Everything I spit is sick, I ain't well no more
Hell's my cure, freed Jesus who was nailed to the cross
Swallowed the devil, spit fire out the ?shit-pieced fork?
[Block McLoud]
Yo, yo, I beat you down like "Headare Nutsbound"
On a bus bound for uptown cause you wouldn't gimme a bus down
You ain't truly hard, I pull your card on the boulevard
Rob you for your jewelry guard and jewelry card
Cause I'ma, full retard, in fact I'll slap you silly
I'll tap the jelly out your capillary
Son your harmless, at your very worst you wouldn't accomplish
a sidekick, you ride dicks, you like a armrest - you get elbowed!
You're just a pussy cat with a pussy rap
I'll bend your cap and push it back
You a has been, you ain't lastin
I can't get ? fastin, get tossed fast into the trash bin, you poo-put
You get chewed up, like new gut
You're a bitch screwed up, knocked up, then tubes cut
You don't come off blue nuts, you're bashful
Babblin blocks, a handful you can't handle
[Pumpkinhead]
I spit faster than the average rapper
Brooklyn Ac a bunch of bastards that'll jack ya
Quicker than a flash'a, Black talons comin at ya
Pistol packer, we want your money, your wife, and the keys to your Acura
And the number to your manager
So we can whip his ass for even thinking you got stamina
Nigga, we proffessionals with guns and the cameras
So smell and say cheese, I put one in your bandanna
I spit that sick shit, that give your mans cancer
Black Panther, disguised as a panhandler
Elbow you in the face like Tito Santana
You can tell we hungry, you can tell we grungy
I smoke blunts in front of the church, every Sunday
Abuse crews cause they got loose screws like Kelly Bundy
I can tell you dumbies, I can tell you funny
And I can tell you gay like the Purple Telle-Tubby
[Icon]
Ay-yo Brooklyn Ac niggaz, we slap niggaz
Battle wack niggaz, strapped with mac-millaz
Cock-back and slap, average rap niggaz
Snatch tracks with the impacts of crack dealers
Battle for dough, battle for shines
Battle for whips, battle for chips, NIGGA ITS ON!
Ay-yo, battle for hoes, battle for dimes

[Kardinal]
Huh, Yeah, you know this already (sup?)
The year was 1999 (fuckin 9) Eddie Ill (Eddie Ill) and DL (uh-huh)
The illest (yeah), with the Circle (Circle!) Kardinal Offishall (yeah)
Y-Look and Choclair (Y-Look, Choclair) Illest verses ever recorded!
(Uh) Trust me on that, this is going out to any nigga tryin to diss
A dis ain't a dis if a dis has discrepencies
I dismiss your dissidence and doubt your intelligence
At discuss I disjoint you disc from the dispatch
And disenthrall all of y'all from shit that's wack
Steady disguisin in disfavor, dislikin my steelo?
Dis ain't kindergarten you don't have to go where we go
Discipline yourself before your ego disappears
When I discretly disassemble you from your career
Stupid, dis is not your ordinary rapper, dis
Dis is so all y'all niggaz discover just who the dapper is
Causing discomfort, disallowing y'all disjock to rock
any record cause your whole sound's flop, yo
Dis is going out to niggaz who dis without
Thinking about what the hell you're doing
Yo, your shit we're booing (boooo) Boo!
And while I discumbobulate you
Dis is going out to any nigga opposing my crew
[Choclair]
Ay-yo I'm gonna hit you with the flavor like I'm cola hittin skins
It's the Choclair brother, better known as Dark Skin
Pullin skins with my finger, ladies who be lickin
Girls jerkin on my roller like Jamaican fuckin' chicken
I stand up on my stage and then I rock hard
Basty girls come with attitudes, but got they pus' scarred
Cause I'm that ill-flower, yes that raw dog bastard
Sealin girls cracks like my name was fucking plaster
Grab the microphone and you know I never fall
Your girl's got a sore throat, use my balls as a bradasore
What, so motherfucker go for yours
Cause I be droppin lines like your girls drop her drawers
So don't test me, cause you'll get your head wrecked
You'll go home and your girls legs'll split
and the mailman's having breakfast, shit
Yo I get ill no doubt
I tit-fucked your girl and left stains on the blouse
Nigga what!
[Y-Look]
Yeah, what's your case, ain't no need to contemplate or debate
I smack the taste out your mouth and make your nose menstruate
Period, your period has come to an end
That track was booty wack, can't believe that they put you up in the blend
I scream "Revolution," while Shatan screams "CREAM"
I'm trying to show these young cats that there's more than this rap than
green
Circle Click ain't a team, we a regime
Stormin the process, stormin lands like Afghan ? Hadeem
In this rap drought, ritualistic rap brings the rain
Burns with flame or butane for that shit you claimed
Disintegrate your click, lookin like powder cocaine
Put a virus in your mainframe and rock spots like Sting
Yeah, Y-Look, Kardinal and Choclair for our men
Eddie Ill and DL, via the mixtape, T-Dot's brought to the world