Blue Magic [SSC7, Sweden]

S.R.K, 'bout to lay it down. Gunna Go Get, dat S.S.C Crown. (nana, nana, nanana) [S.R.K] uhu, uhu, yess sir. Best nawt 2 tess...yuhu, uhu. (nana, nana, nanana) yeh-yeh...Aight, yea I'm feelin' dis [Verse 1 S.R.K Rapper ] Yes, oh, yes! Guess again, who's here to bless this mic, To the S! To the R! To the K! Press play, hear my résumé from the west, I manifest Slay a little risqué, step like Cassius Clay in his heyday Wordplay dense like an armored vest! Here to impress With my intellect Bar after bar, bizarre bazaar, rhyme tsar Bending rebar like rhubarb! (Ooh) Uh-oh, going out, zoning Best, W, O, R, D, Trickery you ever did see. Y’all stuck on the definition. Step with caution, my flow’s a demolition Weaponized, organized, rhymes dripping, spitting I need to be rap-deputized, Y’all holding me back, I need to analyze, strategize, visualize Done, ignore my warnings of proper linguistics, To avoid going ballistic, I Tiptoe so slick past sticky closed doors That got forbidden friction I spit so wickedly, it figures I'll be soon living in infamy when I claim this victory. Careful, the floor’s a bit slippery Flow so sick, CDC probably got a unit coming for me. Quick, grab his pen tip! Normally done every known sin to man, wearing my own skin. But this is me, wording freely, with a little attitude thrown in. Oh, damn that boy slick I need this "One Shot," Em would say, as I morph from royal beast to deity. Being me, the realest me, pretty damn good M.C Frequently drop bangers that flow oh, so seamlessly Like silk-smooth clothes off hangers, yet sweet as Milk and honey! [Hook Female Singer] Dropping that blue magic you know Revenue, rendezvous, avenue, déjà vu, kung fu I'll snap opponents like very cheap bamboo All this unfiltered rawness Yeah, I’m lawless, far from flawless But I'm proud and foul I don’t need your applause this round. [Verse 2 S.R.K] Oh so appalling, the crowd keeps hollering when I do be talking. Ballin' now, sup dawg, Saul's Goodman! A tad bit late, tad bit late, still I skate by doing kickflips, Quick lips, flip tricks, ollie way up high (into the sky) Dodging fools mid-air like I’m playing Quidditch "Quit it, zip it, shut it" You just jelly, you just shaking off my wisdom While overtaking, humming my next hit to this sound of the rhythm Mix around adjacent words, my flow’s awakened The day I die you lot will remember the ghost of greatness No need to cook to make you shook, as they say: "Ain’t no such thing as halfway crooks!" But, I'm breaking bad just by giving you glimpses in my rhyme book. I feel all right, writing this, master of this lab like Walter White. Like a gladiator, I'll rip out your alligator spine, you jerk Y’all lurkers in murky waters, I spot you smirking first You gotta smell the hurt and thirst, I do this unrehearsed. Normally, just curses and verses, birthing the rawest wordsmith. Off the mic I feel this tight-ended nerves, smile a lot yet Get violent urges. Sink a damn iceberg, in the Suno booth, I'm Heisenberg! [Hook Female Singer] Dropping that blue magic you know Revenue, rendezvous, avenue, déjà vu, kung fu I'll snap opponents like very cheap bamboo All this unfiltered rawness Yeah, I’m lawless, far from flawless But I'm proud and foul I don’t need your applause this round. [Verse 3 Female Rapper] I like frozen banana, chilled out, maybe I slay this beat mañana, S.R.K! As vicious as a pack of piranhas. Ruling this genre. Beating on my chest, gorilla stance, with a primal mantra That long overdue been slept on By lost rap tourists Lost rap guests. Nah, you already guessed it. Do I really need to spell it out for you? Clearly one of the best yet I’m a certified lyrical threat. Lyrical architect, armed with pens pointy like bayonets Bayou fishing nets. Smooth and delicious like carrot juice With how I be doing this with finesse, don’t even need to flex. Crawfish, crawdaddy, better do the best the best I can be doing Within the SSC rule of the law, but I do know I be braggy, But yo, I still know what I’m destined for Time for my well-deserved respect and some more It be up It be like Sup, sup It be, nah dawg It be, just some dumb luck It be AI flow, ain’t real But, but, I do be, yo Quack like duck, looks like duck. Shook my rhyme books, scribble down some words. Dribble back and forth, dumb preferred slurred verbs At almost end of the verse for herds, horde. Orcs with swords, no matter, no never mind. I've already heard the worst! [Final Hook Female Singer] All this unfiltered rawness Yeah, I’m lawless, far from flawless But I'm proud and foul I don’t need your applause this round.