Half a Dozen MC's - Funky DL, Messiahbolical, Pyrelli

Messiahbolical

Uh, ah, I’m the illest you’ll ever know / a big deal, syllable centrefold /

with a solid gold metal coated De La Soul / pellet gun tongue, fire Ella

Fitzgerald notes / while you silicones sell a soul / bars fill like a catapult

cantaloupes / vocal chord cannibal calibre / hop aboard Hannibal’s acting up /

yeah, and the flows so breezy / face looking Jermaine Jackson greasy / and I’m

running a mock all over the beat / nobody wanna compete / nobody fucking with

we / I’m dropping more in a week than you can drop in a year / you’re falling

off of the edge, you might as well disappear / and me and DL, CL Smooth / so

when he helps me out, we help you

Pyrelli

They say «it's a cold world» so supply your own heat / I’m that fire guy

delivering pyro-techniques on a beat / damaging any MC in every area each /

blame the chip on my shoulder gripping a pole, I bury your dreams / while the

Jazzy Blackcurrent keep the scene so serene / leave stains on your screen,

I’m stepping in clean and mean with the scoop and the scope / huh',

rolling up my sleeves, flick the collar on my coat / coming live from the

streets, I holler the dollar quotes / talking bout life and trying to cope /

feeling like a successful bloke / keeping the flow so ever so dope is how I

turn fans to fiends / with G' code of conduct lyrically, scriptures written

calligraphy / I’m up in the upper echelon for the extra visibility / hanging

haters for mimickery, drown em' in my celebrity / I tap dance on your facade,

gangster choreography / consider this my policy, follow me as I topple trees /

chillin' in the comfort zone, the place you got to be

Dukus Alemay

You should stay put if you’re gonna fight me / just like Facebook,

you can only like me / so you go back on your own word / looking all dumb so

you may look like you un-liked me / way too many who hate / too many fakes need

to see the dentist, they toothache / say they move weight when they knew they

wasn’t even nowhere near the level of a true great / true say they’re confused

with delusion / at the red light not moving, snoozing / they think it’s magic,

I know it’s illusion / cos I made em' think they’re winning when they’re

losing / I’m living like the world’s gonna end tomorrow / so if you follow me

there’s gonna be sorrow / cos the path is treacherous and I won’t ever rest

til' I reach the top of Everest / so you should never test me /

Sus

I’m trying to get doe, stack til' it grows mould / big dick swinging in a room,

Trojan flow / so I go slow, still jealous ones wanna hit with a low blow /

I’mma homophobe in a room of assholes / so I stone cold stun em' on the throat,

Kimbo to the nose, face, riddled them with lumps / don’t call the Po-Po / I

act like grown folk / beat you with a belt I sent you out for / oust you

outlaws, underground to outdoors, stay in your house more / cos I ain’t inna'

that chitty chat silly crap, simple home run face kissing on a her back /

«BLAOW!!, best you behave / see me in a rave, don’t say my name / you’ve got no

heat, shit!

/ you’re more like a black man trying to sun bathe in the shade

Ricko Capito

Hey yo' Funky, drop the drums please on this dumb beat / bass will make em'

fall of the wall like Humpty / latecomers don’t need to wear no dunce C.A.P.

in the corner just get comfy / get to know me, I’m a nice brother / just like

a hot knife and the beats like butter / I move to every beat like «shut up!

«/ you’re about to die and meet your maker for touch ups / PRS will have my

bank account buffed up / the Queens heads got me sprung, I’m loved up / yeah,

I just thought that I’d share that / I breed flows when I tear tracks bareback

/ wait, my lowest level is a million / and your highest level is ten so you

ain’t near that / R.I.C.K.O.

that’s Ricko C.A.P.

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