Rogue State

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

Fuck 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 Bitch,

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 shit 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 fuckin 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

Fuck 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 fuck your life, you shoulda been aborted

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

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

And if Manifest is on it then you best fuckin 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, shit is unfuckwittable

Fuck 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