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[intro: bobitto garcia]
1, 2, 1, 2, this is the cm famalam radio program
we gonna try to make history tonight, we just gon’ black out
for the next 20, 25 minutes
with an incredible lineup of camu, copywrite
introducing to nueva york and the world
jakki tha motamouth, we got mr eon, yak ballz
breezly brewin, j toro, heroin_ what?
now, what’s the deal with your name?
heroin_ herawin, herawin
i been mispr_nouncing that for a minute there
we got b slim, and b slim is gonna be on the mi tonight
i don’t care what_ and we also got cage here too
so we gon do it like this, we gon take a verse
verse, verse, verse, verse, verse and just keep it rollin
make sure everybody gets at least, 2 or 3 in
don’t hog the mic, and let’s_
yo, the mic is open to be ripped
stay atleast like, 6 inches from the mic, and don’t grab it, alright
yo, lets do it
yeah!
wkcr, cm famalam, making historia
first to rhyme

[verse 1: camu tao]
i got a gang of antibodies to control my flow
i got a lotta brain, stretched to slow mo film footage
45 mile of war vein
and a fist full of buzzsaw chain to calm things
i c_ck block a block of writers with writers block
then block other writers that try to write like me
yakima, havin the most possible classifications
of ill placements, still ill to k!ll patients
yeah, i don’t like you here
it ain’t like you here, plus you run your mouth too much
put a n_gga in a clutch, it’s called the steel catchin
the mechanism mechanically eat a sheer section
thrill seek, chill beef, under, a 95 bpm
munchin minutes when it’s in the grim, when i arrive, “is it them?”
havin n_ggas in another dimension like “is it him?”
got a frame built to tilt your artery
got a brain made of sk!ll, i want you all to see
slow that thought, tongues, speech gets slurred
and when we battle, i cave your chest in
‘fore you reach those words
first, how much are your words worth
get to the root of your chattering
by making the cells in your gums burst
peel this n_gga’s face back, want you all to say
tao whip a n_gga wall, and make a face souffle
[verse 2: jakki tha motamouth]
jakki tha motmaouth, what, yo
i grab the mic, talk sh_t and start up beef
and don’t give a f_ck if you from the burbs, or from the streets
you rhymin is kicked to the curb time
you a cheat
like n_ggas who use their accent to make they words rhyme
i rub you wrong, until your chin is scarred
only the hand of god can pull my card, and even then it’s hard
i trick your b_tt into gettin your ass kicked
give me pound, it’s like you givin daps to a cactus
we split, you didn’t grab the rifle in time
the d_ck was in your girl ’cause the b_tch is rightfully mine
i’m sure the rap fanatics so sick of the kindergarten rappin habits
i’m sick of these n_ggas rappin average
you n_ggas mad when i disperse, and it’s you i bust
if there were 2 of us, you wouldn’t last if i were first
so what the h_ll you gotta say, i could grab your man by the body
and smash you both together into f_ckin clay
you opposin me, bet you’ll leave with personal doubt
n_ggas who f_ck with me find out they have convertible scalps

[verse 3: copywrite]
you’ll sh_t your drawls after i spit 2 bars
i’m everything you’re ashamed to admit you are
when god said let there be light, i appeared
you thought i debuted on world premier? i was here
made a blind man tell me what color my eyes are
made a deaf girl complain on what level the highs are
last one that cyphed with us, i sliced ’em up
to whom i’m sh_ttin on, you ain’t nice enough to waste a written on
the weathermen, we comin up to get you
i can’t think of a stage name dumb enough to fit you
i’ll hit you with 6 two_by_fours, crews i floor
pick up his watch, turn to his b_tch like “you my wh0re”
i’m too hot, stop this man
when i was born, 3rd degree burns were left on the doctor’s hands
you want mine, the mic’s your dads buckle
these punchlines are spiked with brass knuckles
underwater i breathe and move quicker than you
i know heads that been dead for decades sicker than you
them my dogs, i’ll sick ’em on you
and my pets are vicious, i’m the owner, go fetch my slippers
besides us, it ain’t too many rippin
my brainstorm floods with enough thoughts for ya’ll to skinny dip in
and i’ll forever burn steady, since adam was put in the garden
if ya’ll werent ready, you shouldn’t have started
you wanna bite? repeat it and repent
i’m copywrite, not conceited, i’m convinced
i got listeners checkin
you’ll rewind the first verse 3 times before you get to the 2nd
the motamouth on the track with me?
god might as well set fire to earth, and rain gasoline
check it out, who’s the man next to me
blast a motherf_cker’s spleen, ecstasy
[verse 4: mr eon]
ah, ah we do it like this
mr e in the place, yo, yo
yo, think about the battle before you start ’em
you better off with a john rocker jersey up in harlem
sh_tted on the tidybowl man, left his boat
left him f_ckin drownin in the trek that i quote
theres 16 bars to delve in the inner self
brothers sleep at 11, snorin at 12
at 16, i’m dreamin of split screen
wake me up at 24, if that’s what you need
watch these young guns pull out the heat on you
kids thats wearin underoos with pikachu
speak at you, writin haikus and vibe too
i speak the truth that hurts worse than the lies do
the written or the free, which you want first, which is worse
i be a freak like jevon ke_rs_
and walk the earth blindly, still plants regardless
a life sized duck, who emulate the darkness
proactive, might fling something
my soul wretched, tore yin from yang
met a harmonious trance with the evilest glance
my moral obligation is the feeblest stance
i turn your tranquil land into a savage garden
eon, run through new york like curtis martin
the sh_t talker, the spittin litterbug
i’m watchin you children like a babysitter does
[verse 5: yak ballz]
yea yea, word up, yo, yo, yo
it’s like, into my world, you are now sinkin
where dreams dwell, and real mcs are near extinction
it ain’t hard to tell it’s a weak style you’re bringin
’cause your mind’s supposed to be a weapon, but you not thinkin
i eat mcs and spit ’em out as compost
on ‘kcr, with nasty rhymes about the bongos
i rock low, screamin like i stuck my finger in the outlet
not a w_lly, even though my shirt cost more than your outfit
i’m out to get mines, gimme the cash
f_ck sk!lls, it’s bling bling, and now your trill’s backin that ass up
you know the god hold weight like mack trucks
fluid flowin from my tongues aqueduct, while you wack as f_ck
slayin crews, become a victim or spectate
you ain’t makin moves, checkmate
do it up, like a oldschool tales by the mates
while my razor sharp lines skate all over your face
tck all over the place, see the beat i embrace it
peace to breast bar and grill in the bas_m_nt
john blazin, while most is stressin fame, i keep it elevated
sorta like the 7 train
and come correct when i’m on the set
reflect a virtual image, my mind’s the mirror, convex
it’s no quest, no more no less
i stay flossin, like bums sportin crispy air jordans, fresh

[verse 6: breezly brewin]
check it out, yo, check it out, yo
yo, bust it, uh_huh, uh_huh, ayo
so you got sk!ll gettin the crowd hostile
havin brothers boo in the apollo, even if you was singing gospel
you’re worthless, like cuttin the sl_t in your girthless
i’ll push you to the point
where you’re wonderin “what’s my purpose”
but you could represent hilarity, the town idiot
or you could represent a charity, your sound, pity it
[?] struggled to rap, then you sinkin and scroungin
like you sing in a lounge, and your style be covered in cr_p
i’ll make your life a drag, sad, get your girly’s thang locked
she’ll wanna go to baghdad, will strictly go to bangkok
you’ll be bout “beware”, talkin bout how you deadly
but you invoking fear like a n_gga that’s named smedley
i’m rummaging through the [?]
i’m searchin your perch, and the yearnin like burnin my stomach
an ulcer, with hunger pangs among the strained
compulsive, a heart attack
and then start attackin the heart you lackin
word up, brothers get your lac
i got my man_ who’s this? who’s up next, who’s up
it’s_ yo, it’s murder up in here

[verse 7: j treds]
yo, yo, yo, yo
mentally deranged, like [?], for ages
my pages are aimed to rain pain, bring the aegis
when locked in, heat seeking verses rock when
i drop gems from hot pens, that come shatter your top 10
now who got bent? billboard charts left with a dent
when i send 360 degrees of heat, pent up the side
bona fide scribe, throwin the vibe
that’s blowin the side, foes with flows frozen in time
i’m chosen to shine, holdin lines to break ya’ll
writin rhymes in aerosol on the great wall, sniffin an 8_ball
i take ya’ll beyond the f_ckin limit
mics get worn, competition is gone, torn in a minute
i form like liquid, lethal as dope to the veins
chokin the brain with the flow, you could only hope to contain
i’m open as rainclouds that’s round your terrain
lot i can gain from world cups, sippin shots of propane
i spit flame, brand my name on any mic that i claim
strike the brain like a stroke, choke the mic
who’s heightening the reign
now who’s life is in vain? never been the type to refrain
quote what i wrote within my scope with the release of a snipers aim
you tried to tame, but caught a blast just the same
bust the name, the i, fly amateurs in this game
i was born of the womb
sworn to consume who tried to claim my reign
mice get mamed, all of the rest died in vain, and yo
herawin, is you in now?

[verse 8: herawin]
know i’m in now, is i’m in now
know i’m in now, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it, yo
the attitude be take all prisoners, visitors and all
no free call when we brawl, mcs be spoiled
battlin with alcatraz f_gs, i cause spaz like epilepsy
step to me, i’ll have you steppin back like popo
at a show down, once n_ggas throw down
the profound all star, no need for a&r to seek my repertoire
i back up all like anxious inmates
create lines like compulsive liars, when i conversate
complicate your plan a, plus b and c
see you back at d before you see me
lyrically cause injury like odb on cisco, whippin a pinto
into this so deep like obsession, cause depression clinically
i’m pressin competition’s weight like jake the snake
wake you up like lawrence fishburne, at the last term in school daze
come back like reincarnation to amaze
while i use the vocal tool to cause danger, fluid floatin, true phase
check it out, check it out
check it out, check it out

[verse 9: cage]
yo, yo, when the weakest of the food chain steps it up
you might come complete with a line of bullsh_t
witness legendary tales, as opposed to clones
they like microscopic versions of indiana jones
written arks i lost, doomed, the temple of course
and went out like the last crusade against the source
you know my name like the blonde flame, try and clone it
what opponents? i see kids i spit on last year still soakin
(go ahead cage)
i spit how the earth taste, and pass forms out of place
galvanize my face and k!ll for breathing sp_ce
recycle the waste, like the paper dispense
you lookin for cheat codes, against rogues, it’s tenchu
and through holes i bent you, with a picture of crooked life
your auditory’s a corporate glory suffice
you ain’t nice, you like fake dice, caught by work release
ice grillin villains, feelin to make a k!llin
peelin metal fillins, like a jux from god
spillin your stomach linin, with just a fistful of [?]
burn off the lips that you evolved from
i’m down to shoot pop f_cks, ’cause i can’t tell what caused ’em

[verse 10: camu tao]
yo, yo, word up, yo, yo
the opposites, unpopular apocalypse
nor either, more ether, oddly patterns, they pulsate
monogamous, anonymous among
clenched fists in its pitch, to the sixth
illegally the feeble, feed the seeds of evil
of course, cords often burn in obscure
and unfake, unpure, urinate, switchboards
depend on friends, positive sin singe your swords
the missions get technical like macross fortresses
and sworn in, to leave torsos torn inside
contort pictures, and split big jaws, in reality n_ggas big chores
forever the continuum, it’s, minimum due, continuin through
man, you and you, f_ck off, yo my aim here is to chop chips
and chip chops, and slip crack rocks into your ritalin jars
your ritalin jars

[verse 11: jakki the motamouth]
when i’m noxious
motherf_cker, that’ll leave a thousand rappers mopin
grab the mic, i’ll close it down and say “this sh_t’s no longer open”
it’s my mic, and if you attempt to grasp
like me using my bare hands to tear your pet donkey in half
i’ll rip your ass
your fate is fed, took you by force, i’ll take your head
lift you up and throw you off the stage, and make you break a leg
ain’t no f_ckin with jakki, okay? my style’ll fold you
try to see me, you’ll me leave you with a case of glaucoma
who you raisin your voice at‏? still tryin to keep your face?
my fist will take the resin out your voice, and decrease the bass
you f_ckin with me only proves that you a bold fool
your style was like a dark education, ’cause it’s old school
you last, how? i crash your computer style like
“my name is y2k, i’m here to shut your ass down”
and if sk!ll is what you think you kickin, i’ll assure you, chicken
your sk!ll is non existent, like fat free chittlins
after i’m done f_ckin your girl, you can defend your honor
we can have a freestyle contest to win against your momma
we all know that you a virgin that ain’t been stickin
like a farmer who’s angry with his poultry, you choke your chicken
keep tryna walk your talk, let’s see how long you maintain
i’ll paralyze your cerebral cortex, and make you a lamebrain
pimps, players, gangsta rappers, you and your bland wh0res
i’ll knock you out the box, like a homeless n_gga’s landlord
i designate the place to battle, you’ll be too frightened
like clash of the motherf_ckin b_tch ass titans
get off the stage, your rhymes are too v_g_n_l
i’ll throw a punch to your spine, and have you walkin diagonal
who taught these p_ssies to speak when not spoken to?
you concentrate on rappin n_gga, i’ll concentrate on chokin you

[verse 12: copywrite]
yo, yo, yo, yo
my birth certificate reads: “earth’s most descriptive mc”
my death certificate’ll read: “i’m dead, quit listenin to me”
but while i’m here, i use the planet as a platform
to plant panic in f_ggots, and bash ’em with a mask on
my stamina’s twice more to boost
i persuaded anakin from the light side towards the truth
so panic in fright when handing me mics
wars ensue from the mic lord your family likes more than you
your dad cringed when i nursed you to trauma
’cause my adlibs are iller than any verse you could conjure
mhz will persecute you with honor
weathermen’ll take it one step further, and murder your momma
climb the highest mountain, spit bottomless venom
shot ’em with rhythm, i don’t get problems; i give ’em
my skin is made of the sharpest and thinnest blades
my notebook’s more amazing than the one guinness made
so when i rock, what’s not to like?
i use your rhymes as an example of what not to write
your faction is nothing, they’ll get chewed for the h_ll of it
if rappin was f_ckin, your whole crew would be celibate
copywrite’ll sh_t a million words before your first sentence drops
or before my double engine stops, whichever comes first
but i’m determined to serve y’all with permanent words
murderin germs
by avoidin the most obvious method, my hobby is catching
and you can’t dodge the intrepid
tis the season, i’ll cease you breathin through your chest
that’s not a threat, that’s the reason i was sent
mr emon, beyon_ f_ck f_ck!
godd_mnit, i slam it, my man next to me

[verse 13: mr eon]
ah ha
we gotta put this on
ec up in this, mighty mi up in this, copywrite
ah, we got the whole crew, what you gonna do
ah, i be like this, yo
i be the eon, tron or the trinitron
on the dram’, i live a everyday sitcom
with natural born k!llers, deer hunter halloween
cut my own spleen, ’cause that’s what i seen
mom asked how i got in this crude mood
never should have sat me in front the b00b tube
throw john van der beek up in dawson’s creek
left katie holmes with a sprained dome
got so scared by selma blair’s pubic hair
i cut split, i cut with gilette, yo
i rock this sh_t, what you gonna do
mr e, yak ballz, yak ballz, crew

[verse 14: yak ballz]
it’s like, dope fiends is flippin tricks just to be hearin this
prositutes is sellin more than they bodies to experience
my voice between they legs electrocutin the cl_toris
yeah, continuously
it’s like a hooker’s epiphany, that’s why the stick with me son
you best believe it’s a slaughter when you hear yak skywalker
demolishin the tape recorder
astonishin breath control, minus the oxygen
so stop suckin me
get off my nuts, ’cause three’s pumpin e
you crumbs’ll be erased with no trace of evidence
f_ck mcs, i’m out for presidents
yak ballz sound carry like vibrations
and monotone voices through the walls
inform your peoples, make a few calls, tell ‘em i’m layin down the law
with this incredible sick sh_t
while you crumbs look like contestants in the special olympics
listen, even though i’m underground, i’m still above the clouds
looking down on you midgets
my sound alone’ll leave you f_ckin clowns’ wigs split

[verse 15: breezly brewin]
yo, check it, ayo, yo, yo, ayo
now check it out, 1, 2, check it out, yo
now check it out, bust it, yo
i’m up in here with incredible mcs, feels great, yo
you’re bad yo, soprano, the mafia
i shot heaters, you got sweeter
soprano style of vocal, switch like the yodel pitch, your voice crackin
your boys lackin, [?]
breakin ’em, wild shook like the blair witch bootleg
i’m too mega, makin ‘em style crooks out of fear
snitch on self, you want immunity? you want some lunacy?
goin stealth, sluggin your rear, buggin your ear
[?], a p_rn pal for juggaknots, a brother got a split yield, or fake seals
i’m leavin ‘em with the confidence of gettin no ass
from havin no d_ck
you never rock a crowd, as if you was agoraphobic
i’m [?], unlock the range mug
to sad frown, with mad rounds of shots from gauge
slug limitless mental, make a tough guy say “enough, why”
wonder the god, under facade, ten minutes dental
cuttin me, maybe, my knuckles like a car mechanic’s
when the wrist slits, got arch_enemies contemplatin friendship
yo, check it out, on some next sh_t
breeze to the brewin up in here, but now i’m ’bout to exit
who’s up in here, who else?

[verse 16: j treds]
uh_huh, uh_huh
one time, uh uh uh uh, uh
bust it, i keep ‘em gawkin, _n_lyze my talkin, stalkin
my mindstate, my divine rage, [?]
for mcs, come test these, i seek this sinner
like body skinner, predator, competitor
within the center is a dark side, embark wide, dangle upon this edge
’cause my degrees repeat in three, consistently, you know the ledge
ain’t hard to feel it, i really continue on like soap sagas
provoke hoggers to quote dramas, leave ‘em blind like [?]
in an instant, flows pure as the soul of infants
untouchable frame, indestructible, never get bent
i keep the pressure, mentally remain aggressor
the slain double guess the quest, to let hip_hop fester in sectors
beyond injector, fiend for the mic like fruits of nectar
so sweet, i blow heat, and to show peace, i split you like vectors
from all angles, [?] atmospheric combustion
now you heart clutchin, that’s kinda touchin
i’m beyond that, ready to bomb that, armageddon schemers
construct to blow up, level n_ggas like hiroshima
in the wake, nothing but dust clouds and quakes
n_ggas shake, with toxic venom up in ‘em to detonate
now who’s to set it? true to let it rain, you remain wetted
brain_deaded mcs, i send these [?] poetics to crush you
mentally bust you, so now you hurtin
for certain, indelibly, break down walls like iron curtains, what

[verse 17: herawin]
yo yo yo, yo yo yo
i could some f_ckin water right now, yo
yo, yo, projections of the voice, hoist, intention: bomb the sensitive
alarm, rings the bell, by the sense of my presence
i’m present, though unillogical, i last
but lack some credentials in the mental state, a haemophiliac
since the flow is uncontrolled, i use the pen and pad as my hemostat
to hold my data
my status is nirvana in this caste of masterminds
as i find a way to let the blast fill the stage
of thoughts evolved, i’m exceedin, to a level of the unknown
i feel abrasions coming home
’cause the thoughts have grown in the attic
i guess dramatic, as i tries to ham ‘em up
but still i’m endin up a basket case
ayo, juggaknots, one time, zero zero, female hero, herawin
check it out

[verse 18: cage]
look at you write comedies at how you nice with mics
and in reality, i strike the fallacies you hype
picture me givin a f_ck, pull the one card severin
on hot 97, with a yes_man brethren
blaze a building, then catch a rap magazine
you wanna talk sh_t, and not get f_cked up, that’s a f_ggot’s dream
smackin djs for playin the instrumentals
for the wack mentals, spittin all over the mic reynolds
bring all your dogs, my name is cage kennylz
and i abuse pets like vets on too much ketaset
in about 4 [?], a cheerleader will begin to bleed
then we’ll bring you up to speed on the orange deeds

[outro: bobitto garcia]
yea yea, yo, yo yo yo
that’s history in the makin, this is the cm famalam radio program
everybody got 2 verses
now, are people down to chill for a little a bit
and have another blowout a little later on in the show?
(ha ha!) ha ha?

- the weathermen

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