Ready For Whatever

Darkside Jungle, Techstep, Darkstep, smooth, hip hop inspired, big bass, psychedelic, illbient, ambient, traditional Brazilian rhythms, funk elements

[Verse 2 Otty]

[piano motif continues]
I stomp like Moses, leading the hopeless, prayers to the squad can't control us, I stomp the devil like a bed of roses. Drink of water, eat the raw lotus, mind full of high explosives, armored tank stay focused. I get stoic, turn to the black lotus, I'm only here for a moment then I'm gone. I teleport, I'm moving bodies on the third rail, scorched I smell a corpse, I stalk through hell with a blazing torch, riding a pale horse with the pitchfork, a head full of sick thoughts, keep my arms ripped off, my leg to criss-cross. I smell and sniff dog twitching the toss, cut you back and forth horizontal, do your kung-fu, I'll haunt you, bring harm upon you. Which way to place this— I hit your head, cracking your frame, leaving your skull halfway gone. On the respirator with arms hooked up, lines took your breath telling us to cook some.

[Verse 3 PJ]

[bass intensifies]
I’m the Diablo, yeah I burn, baby burn
Send ’em straight to the flame - let the fire teach ’em learn
Blazing through it all, yeah they all get a turn
I don’t claim who I am - I just am, no concern
Still standing through the chaos till the last day returns

[Verse 4 Ed]
I'm the Ed-Nitty. Oh Not so-Nice, this one get so sheist, you run around with me I just might take your life. It's 8BT coming from the C-L-E, little wild one named Ed Nitty. Hot boy, and I like to play with them toys, mess with us and I'm coming after you boys. Round for round this little (shh) will get down, and when I finish yo mama will have a frown. I laid you down like eight ball MJG, if you don't like my flow style come holla at me. Rounds in three, you don't want to fuck with me, Ed-Nitty 216 and it's 8BT. I'm getting buck, and I keep my glock nine tucked, if I see a baller fall outta place he gon' be out of luck. We mask it up, I put my glock to your nuts, make one wrong move you gon' have to meet my rush. I bust and rush, making your mama fuss, because I made her cry and shout like enough's enough! I'm living sheist, I thought I told you at the beginning of this verse, Ed-Nitty is Not so-Nice.

(Mike)
Little Brother's Gun. Samurai on the bass, flat out. Ride and we blast.

[Outro]

[instrumental fade out with piano and drums]

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for whatever, battle scars of war tattoos with every breath of struggle, heartless confused still shining behind the blood smoke protecting my tech, grip my vest with two techs is how I keep things set. Nevertheless you fools better slow up, messing with Bang the Cat to get your chest torn up. Hold up, casualties grow when I'm out for the money, see me doing sixty up side streets in my black Cutty. Visualize me, ferocious, on front page with Mo-A when it explodes and melting your rib cage, sharpened blades, high octane will blind his speed, must do the felony, make knuckles and knees bleed. Thousand degrees, hear me spit medicine that horsepower shattered skulls, and tore construction for mass power in an hour. I'm ripping enhanced your torso, semi-automatic fully equipped with my four-four. The wind blow, sharp like—rip off flesh, your energy, spread through your inner once out your chest. Nevertheless, claim my position as water walking, imperial status, Dapper Don the slick talker. Whoever stalker, CCs and VDTs, evicting these screws, arteries for hearts bleed. My weaponry outlaw, gunshot, and let these peoples hearts pause [Verse 2 Otty] [piano motif continues] I stomp like Moses, leading the hopeless, prayers to the squad can't control us, I stomp the devil like a bed of roses. Drink of water, eat the raw lotus, mind full of high explosives, armored tank stay focused. I get stoic, turn to the black lotus, I'm only here for a moment then I'm gone. I teleport, I'm moving bodies on the third rail, scorched I smell a corpse, I stalk through hell with a blazing torch, riding a pale horse with the pitchfork, a head full of sick thoughts, keep my arms ripped off, my leg to criss-cross. I smell and sniff dog twitching the toss, cut you back and forth horizontal, do your kung-fu, I'll haunt you, bring harm upon you. Which way to place this— I hit your head, cracking your frame, leaving your skull halfway gone. On the respirator with arms hooked up, lines took your breath telling us to cook some. [Verse 3 PJ] [bass intensifies] I’m the Diablo, yeah I burn, baby burn Send ’em straight to the flame - let the fire teach ’em learn Blazing through it all, yeah they all get a turn I don’t claim who I am - I just am, no concern Still standing through the chaos till the last day returns [Verse 4 Ed] I'm the Ed-Nitty. Oh Not so-Nice, this one get so sheist, you run around with me I just might take your life. It's 8BT coming from the C-L-E, little wild one named Ed Nitty. Hot boy, and I like to play with them toys, mess with us and I'm coming after you boys. Round for round this little (shh) will get down, and when I finish yo mama will have a frown. I laid you down like eight ball MJG, if you don't like my flow style come holla at me. Rounds in three, you don't want to fuck with me, Ed-Nitty 216 and it's 8BT. I'm getting buck, and I keep my glock nine tucked, if I see a baller fall outta place he gon' be out of luck. We mask it up, I put my glock to your nuts, make one wrong move you gon' have to meet my rush. I bust and rush, making your mama fuss, because I made her cry and shout like enough's enough! I'm living sheist, I thought I told you at the beginning of this verse, Ed-Nitty is Not so-Nice. (Mike) Little Brother's Gun. Samurai on the bass, flat out. Ride and we blast. [Outro] [instrumental fade out with piano and drums]

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