How Many - Linguistics

My perfect design is destined to shine with certain ryhmes

I’ve got a thousand lines for a thousand times

I’ll spit, I’ll ring your fight club and appear

No contest, I’m an emcee possessed

Return with the undead hollow-head, still flowin'

My mouth starts foaming, raise aromas for Biblical quoting

When I’m holding the mic to the chamber, I tailor with lyrical razors

Like a traitor, the black raider

Never seen like a vapor

I’m a savior, answer to your prayers

In this game we can battle for names or chains

Pinpoint when I aim, I’m pure like 'cain

I’ll shake your frame and tilt it

Unbreakable like God built it, with his children

I’m a fine tuned engine, hitting vixens, like a villain

Through horse-powered visions of car collisions

'till the street turns crimson

My mind just sickens from writing writtens'

I’m too cold I wear mittens, for cats I’m eating kittens

When shitting on symphonies

My verses have you craving like nicotine, instantly

It’s Entity

The poltergeist haunt you overnight

Leave you pulverized by way of vocal homicide

Don’t trip, I’m qualified like a physician to keep you hooked

Like addiction, the mouth magician in position

— Kasper

So, How many flows we gotta spit, spit

How many, how many shows we gotta rip, rip

How many, how many doors we gotta kick down for you to

Get down and lay down

See you don’t want it but if you insist

You’re gonna get it, we gonna give it

Don’t get it twisted

This is not just a spot you fit in

Listen this is our year and you’re not winning

Verse 2- IQ

I dont pretend to benefit from people who condemn this shit

Or even those defending it, this is demented shit

So keep your lips cemented bitch

Hip-Hop is getting boring so I had to reinvent it, independent

Did I mention it’s affecting all directions

I’m a verbal sniper ripe beyond detection

Picking you off like an interception

Flossing and flexing across the perfection

With thoughts of finesse and a lot of affection

For this Hip-Hop profession, no question

Use discresion, this can get you locked up for possession

Whatever your perception, we keep it fresh and later

We’ll serve you hot shit, like a Mexican waiter

I’m expecting the haters to assemble in full-force

But they’ll be full of remorse, it’s run it’s full course

It’s a cruel sort-of game, I don’t take 'no' for an answer

Go ahead and sit down, you better hope I can stand ya

Flow-expander, I’ll slam ya', «Hand of…»

You’ll get snapped like I’m holding a camera

Santa couldn’t even get you on the nice list, that’s priceless

My advice is remove your ice I got a license to kill

Ill beats, it’s chilly, try to remain warm

Prepare for better weather 'cause I’m about to brainstorm

Word, game, form, a name’s born, it’s the fellowship

Intelligence Records rebellious just for the hell of it

Verse 3 — Kasper

Nobody’s worthy on the track with Kasper, ask Rawkus

I crush 'em and leave 'em on crutches

I’m like roulette to Russians

They say I’m too rugged, I say I’m too ill

For you to ever comprehend defending true skill

And by the end my friend you will

'Cause once I’m done killing this verse it’s you I’ma kill

Forget how you feel

I’ve spent too many years, and shed too many tears

Faced too many fears for you to interfere

Hear me?

I’m not going anywhere

Except to the top, even if it cost me all that I got

Everything I worked hard for was all for this

This is my calling and I’m not calling it quits, BITCH

You better listen when I say submit

Cause I can make you flip and wish you never started this shit

Hip-Hop is what I represent

I got it gridlocked from here to where the bridge stops

Even the critics admit the kids hot

Fuck a wristwatch, fuck a big deal

Fuck what you think, dog, I’ma be real

I don’t want the bitches, give me the recognition

Give me what I deserve and you can keep the riches

I just want to be heard then we can call it even

Until then I guess it’s hunting season

I’ll see ya' when I see ya'

Or if I’m dead and gone, I’ll live on

Breathing my legacy through the song