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hell’s basement (intro) - lyrical commission lyrics

[intro: brad strut]
*crowd cheering and chanting “lc! lc! lc!”*
a’ight, a’ight, a’ight, a’ight…
check it out!
we’re gonna do sh*t that we’ve never done
for any crowd other than where we’re at tonight
*crowd cheering*

[verse 1: trem]
as the beat drums, i speak tongues you can’t comprehend
since ’91, heads in the know said (“watch for trem!”)
it’s on again, as years passed, the stage was set
lc blazed each place with grades from a*z
craters left from raps sp*wned to platforms
check the map, flattened whole cities was just our wax launch
(back to staunch!) your scene up
my team crush more mics than any clean*cut rappers can dream of!

[verse 2: brad strut]
and other teams suck!
i’m into teen sl*ts who fiend strut
supreme nuns, gettin’ ’em beamed up!
just ask a lot of ’em, lc’s the epitome
(of dope!) divinity sounds in your vicinity
(so scope!) the imagery, raps leave you beheaded
collapsed and very dead*ed, attacked in every sentence
it’s venturous livin’ off hip*hop and pensions
we’ve got to mention, split*(shock’s ya sentence!)
[verse 3: bob balans]
of gravity, unbalanced, suspendin’ your agony
your senses sayin’ you’ve been upended off a (balcony!)
unkut, ’cause your rhymes copies
by victims identity photos like crime stopper descriptions
weak composites, the colossus of rhodes
your goal toppled to stones, conquerin’ thrones
(of my kings!) pillage any english land like (vikings!)
dividin’ clans, divisin’ plans

[verse 4: trem]
to rise and stand above these silent lambs
(with one swipe!) we can strike you in a lifeless land
you tried your hand, but failed to excite the fans
(put down the mic!) and start writin’ up your time and plans

[verse 5: brad strut]
branded treason, plant the seeds in
and watch the plants grow, so many rappers (thinkin’ they rambo!)
many hackers still are workin’ on their handicaps
playin’ with their (tomahawks!), we’re bringin’ the (battle axe!)

[verse 6: bob balans]
like the assassins at the bed of arafat
if you’re prayin’ with a common cause, my pen answers back!
i don’t think god knows, you drongos
this ain’t no cappuccino*sippin’ sh*t, so shut your (froth holes!)
[verse 7: trem]
just put the raps to rest and choose a new profession
my crew’s a testament to any track we choose to blesson
tear apart from the drums up (lc! unkut!)
motherf*ckers, give us two thumbs up!

[verse 8: brad strut]
yeah! uh! as trem’s summed up, we into (proper sh*t!)
hot to spit like a volcano when we’re on (top of it!)
and once the dust settles to crush metals
and concrete structures fall like flower petals

[verse 9: bob balans]
you’re causin’ the crowds to heckle
but the murder set h*ll’s rebel lc brings the hounds out the (kennel!)
the screamin’ fans are gone, the show’s over
all’s left is a blackened landscape from the (slaughter!)

[outro: various rap samples]
“c*c*comin’ through blastin’!”
“just to bring heat to you b*st*rds!”
“b*b*b*b*b*b*back again!”
“lc strikes your premises”
“bow! bow! bow!”
“c*c*comin’ through blastin’!”
“just to bring heat to you b*st*rds!”
“b*b*b*b*b*b*back again!”
“lc strikes your premises”

- lyrical commission lyrics

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