Put On A Beat

[Verse 1: Julius] All a nigga really need is a pencil and pad, simple as that I'mma murder any beat, slow tempo or fast I'm not even a little bit concerned with the instrumental Just give me a track when I get in the lab When I mention this shit like my pistol gon' spit You should figure it's meant both figurative and the literal sense cuz I'm grippin' a strap But I realy don't gotta put a fingerprint on my Mac Cuz my lyrical Mac is a pencil attack Peep how these sentences stick to a pattern Filled up with syllables, rhymin' with pencil and pad But can you anticipate that? I'mma switch it like ah You know that I'm cold Ready for any war, if it's on then it's on A nigga put his blood, sweat and tears A nigga put his heart and soul in the song, crushin' bones in the song The way them Horseshoe niggas be fittin' and slippin' these lyrics It's eerily similar to Bone on a song You can put that nigga Julius on any track with any rapper, he holdin' his own Wait, let me get up in this bitch Give the listener a little bit of the venomous spit If I [?] every individual enemy to the abyss then I'm givin' a legitimate attempt [Verse 2: Kenny] If you don't know, you better know, uh Ya nigga got a better flow, yeh I put on a better show, uh I'm put on a pedestal, yeh yeh I'm blowin' that better O, uh I go where the cheddar go, yeh I'm dope as the letters wrote, uh A poet professional, yeh yeh Hard as a Mayweather blow, uh Bars stronger than a tether-rope, yeh Gun long as a telescope, uh Steel, where it's at? You'll never know, yeh yeh Flow on the track and my flow gon' attack I'mma blow on the sack then rap 'til you motherfuckers don't wanna rap I'm so dope, I'm crack What's poppin' and cracklin'? I'm known to snap I hear you niggas sayin' y'all the coldest pack Woah woah, hold on, relax Niggas got a lot of nerve quotin' that My niggas killin' beats, that they know is a fact Wakin' niggas from they sleep, call us a Folgers ad My Circle in the streets, call us a cul-de-sac Niggas in my gang, if you think you do the same But they couldn't hang if they was a coat on the rack [Verse 3: Demetrius] I got a rap doctrine, spittin' flammable toxin Wish I could travel back in the past and battle the top 10 Rappers of all time, Big Daddy and Rakim Knockin' em out the ring when I swing faster than Hopsin Verbally swingin' faster than my shadow when I'm shadow boxin' Then battle you fans when I'm out of options Rappers get panic attacks when I'm rappin' around the track faster than Danica Patrick when I'm rockin' We the criminal pinnacle, feelin' refillable clips to them killable syllables, lyrical murderers That'll clear a vacinity when I be feelin' the sinister energy, no one can lyrically murder us I be givin' my haters no love Hittin' they bitches below the waist with no glove When you mention the sickest and wickedest lyricists and the most infamous syndicate, nigga refer to us Yeah my brain is a futuristic computer chip mixed with an Uzi clip Confusin' you when I shoot you with it cause you a crucifix On some Judas shit, or you're the moon in a solar eclipse That mean you crossed God's son But you too stupid to get that