//UmBiLiCaL_cOrD, Sketch, PrInZLoGan// shoutout to "Big E.G.O(bigego@asia.com)" tnx for tha beat man.. & "DJ Vidar" for editin sketch's verse..
Producer of the ZCFLIPZ PRODUCTIONZ, representing zamboanga city, philippines.. pinoyz for life..
Producer & Recordin' Engineer of ZCFLiPZ PrOdUctIonZ... Im a pure flip(filipino) ask me aight? peace..
Story behind the song
"And thus God himself spaketh onto Umbilical, Prinz and Sketch through a burning bush (who's first name was George) thou shalt wage Verbal Sword Swingin' and the 3 super emcees so did"
ps.. if u want BIGEGOs beats, email him and negotiate.. he's dope.. peace y'all.
Lyrics
verse 1: umbilical_cord/potentialz/blacircus
my lyrical escapades covers all landscapes leavin less air space for you to escape
degrade weak emcees to the lowest rate
fuck the debate!!, its the anticipated lyrical stampede
practical elastic spit be perfect without practice
ill pass any test leavin emcee with less cash in their pockets
my prospective drops stays properous like profits
the topic is, sketch, prinz and cord in this newly recorded phonetic
track, alphabetically we be diabolic
step in and you'll get step on with this verbal teflon
phrases presented in electromagnetic futuristic rap song
i strike unexpected like cambodian mines and palestians strap bombs im highly explosive like napalm
the track is on speed like you takin pills
swingin skills and leave you with more scars than Seal
now here's the deal, fuck your favourite muthafuckin netcees
check out #Rapture on M I R C for the dopest M C's PEACE!!!
verse 2: Sketch
yo I flex complex reflexes
with the shine of un-specced spectacle's reflections
inner essence intestines' luminescence
Sketch hits vexed with synthetical
hexed kids bestead to theoretically
erratical quest-mists yo let's ditch!
they're raving on all I have to do is wave a wand
n' presto! in my presence are unpleasant peasants
pesky pestilence petty pathetic pet-competitors
with pedicures pressing my patience
I gaze 'em they turn to petrification
selective teratical text segregation
somewhere deep inside is a rapping-fool
feeling insecure - I ate him!
born forced to exist in the most strongest depths
of warping mists sub-consciousness' Rorschach tests
verse 3: PrInZLoGan
yo its my turn, to spit a verse, that burns
dissolve ur whole skin, detach ur bones from ur nerves
so ur fully nervous, betta fool me no more son
coz ur force are used,spit a single rhyme or twos
we can go deuce but fuck truce,you'll still be abused
so choose bitch, only prinz could teach emcees to be skilled
til u drop im still tha hired hitman that kills
fiction or real, im tha fuckin cause for u to sleep
with bad dreams appear, wake up dawg and look
ur team's disappearin, they afraid of losin
just hearin me spittin vital flowz, they felt lethal
regal like knives with rust thrust like heavy arsenal
chemical toxins ten times killer than sars infection
stab injections with liquid that'll make u flaccid
paralytic movements, ur breath ends, goodbye friend
lemme fit u inside ur coffin.. spit...
