Lets begin… E-F-@-Double-M /
At the top with rhymes, when we droppin lines/
The line drop… spit it at the proper time /
Cause if it’s wack, it’s yours, but if it’s hot…it’s mine.
V1A – SUBSTANTIAL
Battle rap bastard raw beat heathen /
Wack rappers suck so much they bleed semen /
You bare bitch feeble we scare rich people /
Your best verse worse than the Blair witch sequel.
V1B – PACK FM
We’re so lethal, You’re see through like peep holes/
Your style makes no sense, Like whispering to deaf people/
V1C – SUBSTANTIAL
Yo the fags talking all that jazz like Duke Ellington/
Smack’em so hard my fingerprints are on their skeleton.
V1D – PACK FM
We’re much better than all of you wannabe felons/
When we’e done, you’ll use the ice on your wrist to calm the swelling/
Take your life by scaring you half to death twice/
EFAMM IS MAD NICE Now who the fuck are you telling?
V1E – SESSION
Props to cats e-mailing. Throwing us compliments/
Spitting confident, make you wonder where your mama went/
Cause we’re rocking it. Rhymes in perfect rhythm/
Diss? You don’t wanna go there, like Turkish prison/
Your mom? Bitch on her knees like she works for Jism/
Have her lips looking like some bird shit hit em.
V1F – TONEDEFF
Get him? Your snippets make a better circumcision/
Diss eF@mm, you’d better pucker up slow like a turtle kissin/
I’m certain your missing the illest lyricist if /
If you’ve never witnessed a 4-Family nigga burn a victim /
I turn a rhythm on it’s side, verbal with the homicide/
Cause our words are heavy, whenever we drop lines.
V2A – TONEDEFF
eF@mm is dropping lines with extensions/
I’m commencing to wreckin’ this setup with plenty of recommendations/
Outta frustration, Alotta brothers be sending for reparations/
So, hot, that niggas be checkin the ventilation/
Invasion! Make em say HOLD UP, without a second of hesitation/
We Check our medication.
V2B – SESSION
Like, damn yo, I don’t feel shit….But we still sick /
Eat a wack cat to take pills with, but we spill spit with the ill shit/
I write flows vexed/
Stepping is crazy, we beat nuts like Psycho Les.
V2C – SUBSTANTIAL
Give me the mic don’t test better fight your best /
Styles hang heavy like size O breasts /
U. Violet Ef@mm connect 4) Face fucked with the mic like oral sex /
Fuck So So Def let a homo test /
Watch how I let a nigga know slow death.
V2D – PACK FM
Damn! Efamm, we’re the wicked MC’s
Switch the beat and we kick it with ease
when I’m Some What Vexed, you’ll be weak in the knees
Tried to stay away from beef and got mad chicken disease
Got a tendancy to go back and forth
You can’t fuck with our style so you’re jackin’ off!
V3A – PACK FM
When my lines drop, It’ll make your spine pop
My lines drop jaws, Make your shorty drop drawers
So cold – drop temperatures, Cop this when it drops in the stores
HipHop, Drum & Bass I got the soul
When I heat shit up, stop drop and roll
V3B – SUBSTANTIAL
We be that E-F-@-double M …Lyrically we troublesome
Battle mad crews but none will win.
V3C – TONEDEFF
Got niggas like dice that’s tumbling/
We like cracks in the sidewalk, you stumbling/
Makin you strudder when I talk, bumbling/
We humble men, the flood comes from within/
Your show’s all talk like Ed Sullivan/
V3D – SESSION
We come to win/
Under your breath, like Short folks that be muttering/
When we uttering, we’re thundering/
Rhyme juggling while you’re sputtering.
V3E – SUBSTANTIAL
A Fair fights me and a hundred men /
Abort them wack rhymes you motherin’/
Slap you so hard – need Bufferin /
Keep these bitch niggaz sufferin’ /
Just like the U.S. government /
Pull strings like a republican /
Keep you wonderin’ where your mother been .
V3F – TONEDEFF
Style’s old like Donald Sutherland.
V3G – SESSION
Your corny style needs buttering.
V3H – PACKFM
I should’ve wrote for this, duhduhduhduhduhda (mumbled)
V3I – SUBSTANTIAL
Ayo, Pack stop mumbling!
V3J – PACKFM
Man, fuck it then…the hook’s coming in!