Rogue State (Explicit)

MicWrecka:

I never left, decide to return

some had gain fame the rest still never learn

so peers declined while technically refined

this is bigger than the bars, beats and punchlines

the thrill of victory, the agony defeat

if i aint your favourite rapper tell em Im here to compete

completely deplete the deceit to obsolete

transform decepticon stars scream retreat

wack rappers are dough-nuts (donuts) their mind on krispy kreme (cream)

this is freddy kruger to those living the dream

The Rebel Scum standing up againts any regime

keep on fightin, til the end justifies the means

you up againts a poet with a heart of warrior

excessive mutated midi-chlorian sure to worry ya

skills of a jedi, silver tongue of an orator

rhetoric approach with the force of breakin barrier

then i bury ya entertainment form of diversion

bombarded by weapons of mass distraction

conclusion the dumb enslaved to the rhythm

the death is blinded they hearin aids they retarded vision

Yang Arif:

micwrecking with not fear, say your prayers

Tribal saliva spears on your neck, scumbag respect

illing lorn villain take pillage and burn

until the learn, lyrics that send spirits to wastelands,

face slam with words, make you nervous,

connoissessur C4 every floor,

though manifest, knowledge is born

spawn weapons out of thin air,

overstand study sand, punch a nail with skills,

spill quills, battlefield motivators of wind chills,

never still, erased from outerspace,

no easy escape, break frames insane chew a chain,

run trains, flow water like drain out body weight,

orginal greed, dont care for a seed, any breed,

put you in the ground quick growth get smoked,

pounds of choke, find a rope, scriber notes,

rebel ghost rider coat, viper low at the art show,

camel clutch tight grip, no hammers rust,

know harm in trust, warning alarms,

fishing pond dump average, anti social immaculate,

folded soldier body disposal, real players are choses

Sxph:

Saph been quiet but the pen still scribblin text

Still rep the set, wrap up sets and receivin cheques

AIM nominated

I was broke at the time, them beats was made on illegal apps

But still I rock a legit flow

Dont act like u didnt know

Been on levels u never been to

Spits kerosine, my mic's like a flame thrower

The most favorite among rappers, bruh i see u

So sick, should've been admitted in

I plead guilty i murder tracks, no reasonin

Uh- Behind them 16 bars was my imprisonment

Ya'll stylin on a 100, but showin no experience

**** it, i choked in a battle on TV

I'm always way better in the studio, numbers i still see

And I'm still fit to rap coz the metronome's clickin

Don't need the mic but the mic begged me to keep spittin

R.A.S.H The Warchild

Double LLF, Rogues In This MF,

Who Wanna F With Us? My Villains Bring Doom Like MF,

The Metal Face, Worst Than The Leather Face,

Rip Ya Face Off, Stitch It On My Straight Jacket, Leather Face,

Rogues Wrecking Up Ya Whole Section, Full Effect,

Flow Handsome, You And Your Crew Hold Hands *****,

Throw Axes, Put Ya In A Cold Casket,

Burn You, Take The Bong And Smoke Yo Ashes,

I Crack heads of Crack Heads With An Eightball,

Got The Secret Recipe, Of Course We 'Bout To Cake Off,

Stretch Ya Tiny Vocals, You'll Sound Like Nate Dogg,

Leave A Rapper Faceless Because He Wanted A Face Off,

Rogues Squadron, We Make Ya Whole Squadron,

We Fold MCs And Chuck 'Em Like An Old Carpet,

Stop Talking 'Bout The Techs Ya Blew,

Underground Or Mainstream, I'm Like F You 2, Lawalah.

Jin Hackman:

The way I'm Ramen (rhyming), it's like I lost my noodles,

Draw crowds like Fritilldea, that's just how I doodle,

Style so peculiar, while yours is straight doodoo,

Might go slap a panda to leave her bamboo-zled,

Foolproof strategy, drop bombs steadily,

Those biting my **** hard are guaranteed the cavities,

Which era did it best? Nineties, eighties, seventies,

Hmm, that's irrelevant, rap's killing it presently,

Bring the ruckus like a group of Chinese tourists,

Wrap yourselves in orange robes - still can't boo this (Buddhist),

Always push the envelope when it comes to music,

There ain't no antidote for me, I am just too sick,

And way too Nice to be coached, slicing your throats,

Pen game so tight, I'll even write for your ghosts,

We bumping Sean Price, yall bumping Sean Paul,

You ****in cornballs, my Rogues are on call,

And you know it

WordsManifest:

My 16s drop with the rage of six teens

Ain't no other kind of dope designed to fix fiends

**** a firefight - here's an old man who spits flame

And who knocks you out the frame I can't even fit screens

I won't even **** your life, you shoulda been aborted

Frontin like you payin dues, when we know you can't afford it

Straighten out your mic cord, *****, make sure it's not distorted

And if Manifest is on it then you best ****in record it

Stop - you can't see us, my squad is visualisers

And you bleedin on the floor before you realise it

No victims in my life, only slaughtered victimizers

Cuz even when I fall and get back up no victim rises

... Fall back son, **** is un****wittable

**** a subliminal, I been openly critical

Before you clap, best make sure your gun cocked

I got you runnin round the block tryina match one syllable