Ray Charles)

Mess Around (Karaoke Version) (Originally Performed

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(NOTE: DNA, Splyt Second, Mister Hyde, Interchopper, D-Spillz, Kaoz, MC Rice, Criminal R.O. and Mizury lyrics are OFFICIAL so do not change them. Correct the grammar if you want, BUT DO NOT CHANGE THEM) [Verse 1: DNA] (WATCH THIS, SPRITE!) I came to destroy with lyrics, creativity, originality, versatility Like boy! You don't wanna step up to the lord, the underground rap scene, that means you don't wanna mess around with me Your old news like an Xbox 360 and bitch, I'm the motherfuckin' one! Undaground wicked chopper demented sick wicked potty mouth, you're prob'ly 'bout that bullshit the second that ya walk outta the booth I step in it like a detective and detectin it 'til there's nobody left in it, 'til there's nobody best in it, like me My breath's in it, like three fire breathin' dragons burnin' you to a crisp cannibalistic ya gettin' bit tisk tisk But I ain't gonna bite you, which means I ain't gonna write what you write, not even accidentally not tonight, bitch, not never! I'm too clever to ever come close to whoever writing verses I could learn in the verge of a minute Rewrite it and spit it diminish you minuscule bitches, you gotta be kidding, fucking with DNA ya out of a mission I allow the admission for you to come out and come visit me vividly choppin' you into to many pieces To assemble the body back properly, get off my property, I'm poppin' their cerebellum, I'm telling 'em I'm turning their brains into gelatin Eating their eyes out like a pelican cause its a delicacy to me (Let's go!) I'm choppin' 'em up when I'm droppin' a verse in the booth then I see them flee Animatronical particle putting back in the monologue, leave it be! The keys to be unpredictably raw with it, sawing it in half often with the awesomeness Tossin' a bitch into the lost abyss of darkness, droppin' a bitch like a possum, hit with a car, his carcass is lying out in the road And the cars just keep tearing it apart and mixing it with the tar in the street, it's DNA the chopper!!!! [Verse 2: SplytSecond] Since I established myself as a chopper legend I done came to the realization that a veteran must, meet a particular requirement and be able to melt away iron with the a flow that is impeccable and lyrics that're clever enough The wickedest people to ever to chop it forever is us your attitude need adjusting you seen a (cena) rapper that never give up, believin they better than us you gotta better chance of buryin dust I drop an atomic bomb on the track the way an American does My method of chopping will cut up the air that you breathe I give a new meaning to breath-mints (breath mince) if you test this, puttin words to the beat like I'm workin with metal Hephaestus y'all have f'd up so I guess I'll be adamant keep batterin beats that are elite ya pattern of speech rather the bleak chatterin really don't seem adequate That is if we had to critique rappers and if you fragile my opinion'll make you cry like I I took 3.14 out of it How's that for lyrical ability, so many wannabe rappers that're attempting the incredible and really be, simply repeating a formulaic flow that they just wanna follow but that is to easy for me Undaground Chop 1 then Undaground chop 2 then Unda ground chop 3 now Undaground chop 4, how many times do I gotta prove I'm one da illest with the choppin but all of you want more. But I'ma give it to ya Murder on a track I spit it articulate and I'm lyrically weaponized the pen is a trigger wit, a sensitivity similar to that of a virgin and it's getting ridiculous every time that I get to spit Put the instrumental down then I be slangin the syllable mastery Devour the meat and With Sprite on the beat deliver the man a catastrophe So clever and proper never a chopper better that's comin up after me The pinnacle of it I beat em all over the head with a lyrical masterpiece [Verse 3: Kaoz] Let's get buck, I'm serving it up to anybody who wants some Yall Makin it too easy I hit em like I drop bombs And leave my competition stand in like oh my god Man I'm tearing these muthafuckas apart you better run Overdosing gettin closer to takin over the world Living life like a roller coaster holding on to the turns Not accustomed to rolling slowly nothing I've ever learned I set the flame to the booth then sit back and watch it all burn I'll put you out like a cigarette just like that If you busting the shots I'm promise I'm busting right back Chop you up into pieces put your body in five bags-- When you see the double K's you that it's over why ask I advise that you pledge allegiance this muthafuckas mine- I'm like penicillin when you need it when you about to die An infection thats taking over leaving you barely alive.. Fuckin' around and end up mentally impaired for life I don't go looking for drama but it seems like I always get caught up right in the middle off some bull shit But fuck it I gotta do what I gotta do I'm ready for whatever whenever you pussies really wanna pull shit End up getting caught up in show down sounding like l had a AK 47 bustin in the mic booth Sipping liquor out of a bottle that's 99 proof, play around get chewed up alive if you ever try to Subliminal dissing won't get you shit, I will find you Before you know it I'll be there and standing right behind you And the Klique that you kicking it with could never hide you Erase all the evidence nobody will ever find proof Only leaving craters on earth, Makin' 'em hurt, make a loud mouth lay on the ground, face in the dirt Cut out the tongue that was Makin the sound, putting in work Better bow down kneel to ground, take you to the church [Verse 4: K-Fix] Give me the microphone and i’m zonin' Cut on a beat then i'ma beat it up just like my opponent Some of the best of what you dealin' with And when I’m feeling pissed, i'ma show it lyrically None of my competition will want it Because I’m better than the most, man the rhyming is impeccable lyrically on a level inaccessible to ya’ll Never will I fall! Told you from a chopper, phenomenal with it, cause I’m steady killing shit I’m willing to break ‘em off With the crank Imma slay em send a stripper to others take em there then Imma take out a hater better Make ‘em meet their maker The pistol will penetrate ‘em, the pill Will disintegrate 'em I'm venomous with the syllables, sending them to maker Ain’t nothing but criminals finna sit at my dinner table And fuck if you bracking with us, we finna get to the paper So when I’m spitting my venom, I’m demonstrating The way I’m killing ‘em with the skill, I’m a lyrical innovator And I'ma rock it forever bet that competitors Is hella jealous (?) whatever im bringing from the cerebellum Banging and making the chedder, and I’m finna show the population that I rock it better than my predecessors And if anybody in the way that benifiting, better get sample of this shit that made that nigga insane, never in the game and I’m finna come up on the track and I kill 'em independentant just like that nigga Insane Try to come against me and you get slain Bitches are massacred, sick on the rapping, and I’m quicker than average, ya dig? Plus I’m banging bitches like I'm Rick James Flipping the ammo sipping malevolence slick and I’m out my bed! Fucking the jig up a nigga that evil that spit flames Pistol I’m packing it’ll leave ‘em dismembered step and I’m cracking your wig! Anytime you hear a nigga, ‘fix lame’ Check the vernacular, man i'm spectacular, No way to hell I didn’t kill this [Verse 5: Dez] Mane, Imma be that nigga to giving no fuck about what you be thinking about my style and shit Ready for whatever the hell is skipping the murder to be coming through busting and they blasting quick Nigga who not ready for the shit we be spitting with Dez, spitting in a nigga they thinking not then he can hang Coming with the drum and we holler for sunning break em if we wanna no give a dollar my nigga we bring pain Thinking it's a game like now, hell up in the roll which ya'll to get mo' How the fuck a nigga thinking he can step up to a killer imma hang em up with a shrieker then blast up them all Making you crawl, you're back at the wall Tipping the odds and now bitch you will fall Brutal fatality, ain't no escaping me, taking your body then (hopping a hoe) Hurt em with a perk and no criminal will bust a nigga Never talk to get up cut up and with homicide inside em is vital Any motherfucker nigga when I tell ya give beef and now I promise it's not because I'm hyper, imma leave you when I die with an automatic weapon when I tell tale blunt from a chopper's sound, we bringing you down, we smoking a killer we smoking by pound I don't pick a planet I bringing a pain hit em with it climbing up to dead with your head and shoulder, chronic at some of the rappers who think they be spitting like a proper grey we'll send a big boulder Though I'll be holding my mind and corrode a robot will coming nigga I told you we coming to get you Niggas on the beats, when they see me on the city with a robot chopper we hating and we gonna bust ooh [Verse 6: Criminal R.O] Criminal R.O. da baixada santista 2 R Máfia,mandando a real,somos roccafillaz Presta atençao,so maluco,louco estourando a mente da rapaziada Chegando na moral com certeza aqui na área,Gangsta Rap o som da quebrada Na levada criminosa,vários maloqueiros reunidos com certeza pronto para te falar Mano eu tenho o dom,entao escuta sangue bom,sou mais um criminal ,membro da legião A minha quebrada vou representar,seja aqui ou qualquer lugar,baixada santista envolvida na cena,nos somos favela em primeiro lugar Eternamente da curva do S Praia grande onde o crime prevalesce,mente criminal na levada escuta só,invadindo sua mente sem dó Atitude e proceder tem que ter,para nao morrer,dentro do inferno da favela pode crer E embaçado infelizmente aqui jaz,varios manos do crime aqui morreram agora estejam em paz Mano e mó B.O.policia ta matando,na quebrada muitas mães chorando Mente Criminal mano de atitude,diretamente da favela escute Representando a Baixada Santista,Criminal R.O.mano nao se ilude [Verse 7: InterChopper] Nobody whenever they wait I hit'em all over the double and triple cuz all my niggas aren't givin a fukin dub fo rella Wait a muthafucker,I'm too sick for hittin'em with a beast flow,beat'em with venomous verse imma get in and let's go Hit'em and give venom when i get up in'em let my get in im dumbin' Fuck it imma puttin with a muthafuckin' rouse maybe all my bitches are motivated by the feeling ''Some of these niggas are thinkin' that they're gonna find me lyrical most'',are you ready for the toast? Somebody thinkin' imma voodoo I may be evil in yo noodle Shootin' out syllable fella' when imma near,when you feel fear imma be the most incredible killer Makein' the samedi givin the fuckin hump i'm takein' the syllable shakein' and fuckin up Hit'em all up when i feel i'll get up and bull ya hit'em wherever like killa You better belive we come and the fuck'em all hit'em all over the double of tremble Cuz when my noddle is gettin so fuck-ed-up im puttin' in over my venomous diction Choppin' everybody gonna hitch you with a killa'-sylla' get it down feel it out with a muthafuckin' brain Feel imma venomous when I get it in this shit gone in for the Choppin' uncountable syllablle when the doom comin next when imma Pull em up stick'em up hit'em and stack it up hit 'em whenever they like givin' a fuckin' I'll hitch their all aura down to the tremple my niggas' I ''con-front'' us Look that begginer bringin' there some of the gang in it bangin' i'm gettin so fucked up Hell is out omen: I'm down for the choppin' I'll hit em all up fo my song.. That time was I chopping like a muthafucker hit you with a muthafuckin'bullet when I really get insane Im that muthafucker called a PAPUNA comin' to kill'em all they gotta be got off my strike Cuz i'm comin to kill em all creepin to fist em all up with my Flames! [Verse 8: MC Rice] Avec revolushan music je débite sans limite Mon flow vous attire et vous déciment avec mes lyriques Il est maléfique, il a un pouvoir symbiotique Pour vous dire qui je suis je débite de plus en plus vite Entendez-vous ce rire diabolique qui résonne sur ce beat C'est ceux qui ont défié mon débit, à présent ils sont adepte de la folie Prenez-garde les amis car j'arrive, mes lyriques me submergent et je débite Ici MC Rice, je tabasse à coup de ligne de basse Pour diffuser mes punchlines à travers l'espace Qui peut me stopper? Je rappais déjà avant d'être né alors il ne faut pas vous étonner si ma maitrise ressort quand je me mets à rapper Je vais vous enseigner l'art de débiter sans médiatiser la banalité, mais avant tout laissez moi accélérer, qui peut me stopper? Envie de m'évader, de laisser mon esprit vagabonder, dans la créativité Le psychopathique asiatiques que je suis Débite de plus en plus vite et vous livre de magique lyriques Vous voulez que je débite sans limite? Arrêtez de vous astiquer le pubis sur des zik à la Gims et appelez-moi MC Le psychopathique asiatique que je suis fais de la gymnastique rimique Personne ne peut poser de limite au MC supersonique C'est un egotrip pour Monsieur Sprite Beatz Que j'ai fait sur mesure pour assassiner le beat Pour faire plaisir aux jeunes demoiselles encore pucelles Je vais prendre mon service 3 pièces et le poser sur un violoncelle Ce texte est dédicacé, aux jeunes filles qui ne font que se raser Les zones à forte pilosité, pour moi, la puissance de ton rap Ne se mesure pas, à la puissance de tes punchlines Mais à la taille, de ton estomac Tu kiffes quand je biffle le beat que tu me livres À la manière d'un guerrier Viking, alors j'avance en avance En cadence, et je chante, et je danse, et me balance, RPZ la France Si ma personnalité vous insuffle la peur C'est que mes rimes sont plus lourds que les tracteurs Appelez-moi le DZ Chopper Bienvenu dans le Undaground Choppers 4 [Verse 9: Mister Hyde] Now you're entering the mind of a psychopathic assassin, so imagine what's gonna happen when it's double the action, double excitement, double time on that ass on the gas, it's a rap when I'm gripping this microphone I'm strapped with, everything I need I got the ammunition to hit em with lyrical missiles, you know I blast quick wouldn't wanna be the one to slips don't be tripping you don't wanna trip your way into a casket!(your way into a casket!) Underground chopping them to the grave doing back flips on the masses with this rap shit you know we gotta keep it abominable for a change in the faction to a fraction when we fracture massive the way that we do it to em exactly how we hack em the we slash em when we stab em! Horror movie shit up on the beat I'm bout to kill em with a hatchet where's the gas can get the match lit! Any way I get it I get it and give it to em get the message delivered I spit it to em brought it vicious and it's nothin subliminal when the illest up in it you can call this shit karma with the way that we killing em just a little bit sinister get the priest and the minister we performing an exorcism the demon will finish em if we sitting here givin up he be gettin away with this shit I'm telling you pay attention your life as you vanishing you're diminishing quick becoming a ghost you know? disappearing into smoke no joke! Hopping over three like it was parkour you in part two then jumping here to part four bringing the battle back we came to start a war throwing the bulls-eye up on the dartboard bringing it hardcore sick of this art form pick up the bars more I just broke this shit down like some cardboard [Verse 10: D-Spillz] Look, kill it when I get up in it fill em wit da ammunition fully automatic when I bust on da beat/ plenty people talkin bout that life but never really lived it Imma Gangsta ain't afraid to get you touched in these streets/ Betta understand there's levels to this game I give a fuck about this rapping if you acting like a busta you bleed/ even now I'm getting charged writing bars bouts these pussy mothafuckaz betta chill n take a puff of the weed/ but double the speed up n double the heat up you puppets of people that try to keep up when buck n I throw Double C's up/ betta duck n run for cover my company bleed ya, makin plenty moves off in the unveiling hustle to feed us/ who's us? Choppa Clique n they betta gone choose us if they talkin bout the best in the business to group up/ then they know about the signature spotters we moved up, toured the country selling records so why we ain't blew up!? [Verse 11: Mizury] Im definining a mad whitey ta get excited like a riot wit the quiet comin univited and packin Ill shotta rapper down wit a full clip of syllable killin action in tragic; shootin the beat up like a insulin reaction bastids At any instant my tongue be passive wit no blinkers when passin most these bitch ass mainstream rappers I wildnout harder then what nick cannons about every time my mouth opens spittin cannons at them actors And pullin weight like a tractor; never lookin backwards; i push go and go after gettin what i want on purpose I wanted to make an indintion wit some rhthym while keepin it real and original so i keep pounding on the undergrounds surface Ima fuckin chopper; unlike a lotta the motherfuckers out here just tryin to rap fast And i be kickin it wit team and we gasin it like matches settin a fire to the mattress under hip-hops ass I be livin it independent breakin the bread while leavin the mics dead and killin for funds; killin for fun; ill punch a beat in the cunt what! I get a little mental on the intrustmental when my dental hit syllables gettin critical when i starts speakin in fuckin tongues I'ma little advanced for regular music son wit a elevated level it gettin harder to step my game up And i be bustin a nut when i bust on a beat givin it all of me; knee fuckin deep in that slut sprayin miz babies like its nothin when i nut Choppin it up wit that per fec tion; this profession is killin and my tongue is the weapon Im beastin and feastin on these emcees feelin froggy not jumpin at me from they leap pad at home Ima under ground chopper from the bootheel motherfucker im mizury Kickin wit kings of versatility and delivery in remedies defining real art made it easy [Verse 12: Crucified] Now before I crumble and im wicked at pickin quicker run for it and pick it makin a raking and baking crumble the pick up rig it up for deep in cellar Im making the pick in a rick and bumble it back and im pickin you up now before now I get and fill em up with venom imma leavin em dead in a deck im bringing the HEIGHT Now before I gotta better be comin to break and comin on wrath Serve em up like dinner embodiment into the proper of slaughtering I'm breaking a buck making it up for the niggas before I be bumbling Send em to get em runnin over denim with venom I get em in kind They better believe that they gonna be killed in wicked so pick it making it pickin to the keef fuckin in the club i'm breaking the prime Utilize what makin it president making it hesitant baking the fez and then makin her pussy not givin a fuck I'm making it sinner every time So I gotta be droppin it making it buzzing then I gonna be dead for when I'm breaking it for we breaking the balls givin a mic to unbelievable bumble when I taking em OUT Didn't be givin it up be now waking em up again before I back em and fake em down up chronic to the wicked and fakin it bars but I gasp to the ghastly got em down Cause I be making a pound like I be smoking up to it chronic I'm thinkin of murder don't come on my homie we givin em money to pick it and back it making it bumble the funnel will be leaking the leader and now I'm ready to go breakin em up I givin it fuck makin it global then breaking the bumble I'm making the WARNING I'm making a pain I wicked I pick it I comin to springing a pace they think I thinkin of think of the bumble please I gotta be bringin a case I thinking I'm breaking it to draggin em fist to the walk in the apparent a gaze oh my god have I'm faking of lovin it now before I be pulling the trigger leave em all DEAD Come back on it fuckin em up club when they bust we breaking a buck making a fuck and we kickin their balls in and making it go (ah ah ah) And when we get the chopper I chuck on the to be malice and their body getting stuck and if its hardest to get in Guinness If you bitch want to get it they put to my fucking headless imma munch a couple choppers if prophet be the witness If they want to see me they forget to get the ticket and really make up for it makin a quick decision to go CHOPPIN