Sound Clash (Radio)

[Intro]
Ha. Shabaam Sahdeeq. Sinister Voicez. Nick Wiz. Bring it on. Soundclash. What?

[Verse 1]
When I begin
You wanna jump up out yours skin
Down a gin, spin like Rock Steady breaker
Take your time, plan ahead play smarts
Stay in your place, type to embrace your face
Lyrics to motivate, you got
One chance, one life so don't blow it
Running the street, doing capers for little papers
Expand your plan, underestimation end your conversation
Now we taking your function for hostage
Pierce your armor in a joust no doubt
Telecommunication, got you reaching out
To the hospital it's possible
That you might not make it
Tracks you can't fake it
Skills you can't duplicate it, I know you hate it
We made it raw, this edition?
We end the fiction
Philosophy keeping it knocking, see like carpenters
Relief from the regular rotating wackness
A clenched fist
To make 'em feel this
Abrasiveness
Forbidden fruit
Sahdeeq spit hits for rugged troops
And honey's pushing whips behind a tint and birthday suits

[Hook] {x2}
New sound
Flooded with verbs and nouns
Soundclash
Vibe with sound blast
My style
Considered hostile
But you could, cop a dutch and a drink and stay for a while

[Verse 2]
The plot gets deeper, they link got weaker
They like a speaker with a busted tweeter
Crook with no heater
Kinetic energy, brought forth so you remember me
Slashing the enemy in the back blazing a black leaf
Who could pop mo' trash?
Question of an answer
Who got the phattest track and is that answered by the dancers?
Well if it is, you could boogie to this kid
[?] true to this so swing the fist and let 'em embrace
A taste of this you better face it
There's no replacement
Sahdeeq will be rocking the basement since Bill Broad
You ain't hard
You ain't even grazing my squad
Sinister Voice, the people choice to rock the mic nonstop
So when you spot that, cop that
Nick Wiz type hot track
Shabaam Sahdeeq format, pushing your wig back
Too blaze for you to ADAT, fronting for nothing
You sleep like Rip Van, any show we there to rip that

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
My persona
Bubble like sauna born performer
Got my fam in my corner
Smash your recorder
Invite you to a slaughter
Sorta like some cattle
They try to battle but babble
Lose they news travel
I rock like cradle, stay dip like ladles
While some tell fables, fibs and tall tales
My train of thought stayed off course, your track stale
I rock the M.I., trip 'em with a 40 of ale
My ship's set sail, your wack attempts fail
I shock like 30,000 volts heads or tail
Break the frail, catapult my verbal assault
Sahdeeq freak techniques, what you thought?

[Hook]