Elemental Choppers 7

[Verse 1: IQ]
This is EC7, I said it
Jackal, didn't I say that I'd shred it?
IQ got the skills like a medic
To bring rap back to life, for it's dead end
I will do my very best to so resuscitate it
While keeping cadence, then take it and make it amazing
Done with all my intricate phrasings
Hey man, calm down from all your raging
No way can I do that
When mumble rappers are too bad
Making money when they shouldn't
So to slow down, I couldn't
I'm gonna, hit em, with a, bit of, venom, then I'll, spin em, around
Alert, everyone should get down
IQ has got the flow to shake ground
And earthquakes are happening from my sound
This part of the beat has got me feeling creepy
Better lock your doors, on your floorboard I'm creaking
Seeking, to crawl on up on your bed while you are sleeping
To take the blood from your neck, to fuel my next EP

[Verse 2: Dvagoh]
Che faccia una strofa oppure resti ad ascoltare cazzo cambia siete davanti a mille parole, la terza apparenza si rivede chi non muore, ci si pensa, la tua testa dentro il mirino del chopper, non pesa se decido poi di rappare di più, un'ernia per voi caso mai non aveste un hook, niente lieto fine sono il carceriere Barbablù, contenuto che mi durerà per mille e una notte
La tua barra là forzata storta e per notarla fra mi servono tre lenti ya
Ti mangio insieme a molti sei una lenticchia
Sovrannaturale complessa lirica entità
Empietà se contesti questo flow bro, ma che pietà ora vorresti fosse tutto a posto?
Con quale convenienza ti presenti ah, ma ormai pronta la machine gun caricata di argomenti (brrap)
Meglio che fare sta gara tu guarda la resa come un'opzione
C'ho questa lingua che non demorde bocca ti morde perché ti rode
Seppellisco l'ascia che alla fine poi no problem, è sempre a disposizione sono un underground chopper
Delitti dalla dubbia soluzione per relitti di parole il cui destino è ormai segnato
Avviso 187 il prossimo non è lontano se ti guarderai le spalle sarò una spina nel fianco

[Verse 3: ERA]
I don't want to go for the support anymore
I'm going to do my thing until I decompose as a corpse
Chopping a body with a purpose to demolish the poor
Little individual who's facing ERA, die in a morgue
Die in accord, to the legend given a rhythm
And spitting lyrics to hit them like Sonny Liston
I'm ripping and shredding niggas, you tripping
Balling upon them like Scottie Pippen
You've hated on the Era and now he's coming ascended!
Ain't nobody want mess up with him, ERA's going to be upon a rampage
Bringing it back and I'm coming to get them, my automatic going to blast things
You know that, ain't nobody want to go through that motion
My combos keep flowing and I shall rip open
Flow like an ocean, they think I'm a "Little Boy"
Knowing my flow game be something like "Token"
They must be "smoking", shout out to MC Rice, Lyr1c, and Deus cuz them be my brodies!
/Ain't nobody really want to get up in the building with a brother that can do it like me, aye
Chopping like an elemental, AK-47, put a bullet through you and your white-t, aye
Run upon an instrumental, hit them with a bit of venom, do not take a brother lightly, aye
If I get upon a track and put a beat into a casket, it will into a movie, Spike Lee, aye./
You better be ready for Era to come and get them!
The elemental with bullets are chopping them with the rhythm
The analytical vision, is coming up with precision, to beat them into submission, while cooking up in the kitchen
Elemental Choppers 7; What'cha going to do next? We all in this collaboration, Bro, you know we're too fresh

[Verse 4: The Jackal]
I’m gonna pull a DNA and copy him on UC5
This faggot is a fatty, I’m his daddy and he’s stupid, aight
Ah!
He claimin that I’m jealous and he flexin with his fat ass
So he better call a medic
Coz I’m better and I’m shredded
He need to keep it level headed
Coz he doesn't have a chance
He liftin’ up his shirt but you know that he be lackin abs
He’ll try and make a joke but no one ever willa laugh
This faggot feel the Jackal’s wrath
Ah Yah
I’m choppin’ and blocking the cock and I’m wicked, evicting the back of the block, I’m packin a Glock in the back of a pocket and poppin’ it off
Yah!
And I know that it’s awful
But this kid, he stepped to me and he said that I ain’t raw so
Rah
I had to kill him now
Coz he’s fatter than a cow
So I brought it with the power
He’s a pussy and a coward
The world would just be better off without ya
Middle fingers out, RAH

[Verse 5: Deus]

[Verse 6: Echo]
I guess we're gonna be bringin it back with the seventh one
We got the bread and butter so what the fuck are we gonna be wrecking son?
Imma keep this up without getting the lesson done
Imma shoot it like i got a fully automatic weapon gun
I don't really wanna new the one in the crowd to be steppin over
Chop and a motherfucker lettin go of all the lyrics sounding like he anti sober while I'm here in the party graspin my lucky clover
Takin a beak and I'm pecking a person, choppin it all with the venom my nigga
They wanna see hell, so I just gotta send em
You better be careful when you step to me little nigga
If you don't care then just step to me little nigga
Kids wanna have a little chance on my elemental chopper series
I check their music and they prove a little bit of my proper theories
Talking to me about spitting a clip, nigga, I show you what I gotta do so I can finish it
Chipping a chopper, givin and freakin em up with the best jackin a jacket, a pickle'll be chewed, begging for me to be screwed skipping and breaking em up. Chipping a chopper This chipping a chopper that chipping a in a minute chopping and giving them, I got them going, jumping the gap and going flippin the cavity, backing up cause of gravity, cracking the back of a cracker crapping ain't gonna kill What's the crab and the panther, giving and breaking em up duh, dipping a boss you gotta be critical rapping that fast, some somebody better be grabbing a fag, flippin and dippin about bragging about slapping, givin and packing the pace, keepin and cracking the cracker, slapping and grabbing the mic, double it, coming attacking a chopper that's flippin and dippin with this, tappin ain't gonna be freakin em out how I'm gonna be flippin em out
But I'm slapping and grabbing the mic, chopping a keeper, keeping and freaking em up with the best, giving and breaking and chopping the pest, double it coming attacking the chopper that's flipping and dipping hit this and attacking you with the flow, giving it coming attacking a fag and I'm packing the pace, pumping and giving it back, coming and slapping a fag, comin and grabbing the mic, chopping a bag
Then people snitchin that I'm out of control
Nigga, just be careful at night when you be takin your little stroll
Like they say, sicker the mind, the sicker the head
The sicker these lyrics that i imagine I coulda bled
I could be still then all of a sudden go out in a super rage
Other people wouldn't get it cuz my mind's feelin locked up in a cage
It's like they tryna get dissed when they up in the DM tryna page
Then we go again mane

[Verse 7: Mistery]
Now you wanna recite up on my solo shit, right, I'ma frostbite you with my jaws of ice
Everybody wanna fight, but I'm the only one who will suffice, surprise?
Nah, I'm hoping you realize I'm gonna be putting them inside of a microwave heating you all up with lyricism equivalent to lightning, like some old spaghetti
I'm separating us apart like the River Styx, you bitches buried under me, and like a menstruating reaper, flow is deadly
Blow your brains out, now the show is ready, hold on, steady, cause you gonna regret the moment you showing up playing petty
Lets see, you're worried about SPS, and you're testing, speed with your besties, yes
So let's let both knees, rest, upon you, and just squeeze your chest, so you cannot breathe, compressed, making your screams suppressed
I'm taking your head, leaving, then I'ma freeze the rest
I need to just, grab a hold of the keys and free myself, but it seems the ones who locked me up want to delete my trust, they will regret
Claiming they were ever good and they're getting money, it's more like cheesy bread
Training yourself to need some x to relieve the stress but instead you could eat some cheesy bread
I mean it's easier to actually obtain the cheesy bread rather than drugs, because, well it's cheesy bread
And cheesy bread only consists of simply two steps, while Xanax makes you panic, turn manic
You know if it were up to me I'd rather just sell you the cheesy bread, because honestly who needs dread, when you got cheesy bread
I wanna take it a bit further, step into the Cuil Theory
So if I gather the manhood to hand you a hamburger, in your hands will stand up dual fairies
Who will, most likely grant you a few yearnings in the span of 10 to 2:30
You know, I was trying to get a few of the laughs out of the last half of this verse
If the fast rap didn't work, then I'd turn you around and let you watch NahDah's fat ass twerk
Or I'd give up smash you back into the dirt, and
Break open my stash of Grapefruit and get to work upon you faggots and then I shoot her
I'ma outlast every rapper who thinks they want action
Cause I actually will fracture your ass (hole) if you fucking demand it
You better not ask for help once you're slapped for acting like you can surpass me
The wetter the hand, the more it hurts, and whatever that means, don't fucking ask me

[Verse 8: Tuono]
Annoda al collo questo tovagliolo, mangia i resti di sto modaiolo
Digerisce e non chiede perdono, questo è ciò che fa ogni singolo giorno tuono
Diverso da loro, mai pensato all’oro, tu invece al punto che “non so chi più sono...”
Di me hai paura, ma mi giri attorno, già vedo la tua testa nel mio soggiorno
Suono al campanello, scappi sotto al letto, ma nel retro è aperto, quindi adesso entro
Ti strappo il cervello, il cuore dal petto, oggi poi festeggio, per questo pranzetto
Hai visto bene bello, ti dimostro affetto, ma poi col righello di scuola ti affetto
La terra rastrello, perché nel campetto, qualche tuo brandello seppellisco dentro
C’ho il flow, bro lo so
Ma tu no, modico
Che il tuo flow è modico, appena decente fra sempre il solito
Prendo il tuo monitor, fra non mi modero, parto sul quarto e sono supersonico
No dico bro, però non si può, sento il tuo rimbombo: vomito
Con me senti un rombo come se ho fatto gol, cientodiciotto
Sono metrico, poliedrico, tu manco decimo fra ti dimentico
Poi ti decifro, col riso in volto dico che mentivo dicendo che hai del merito!

[Verse 9: ETR]
Tapının tapının siz, Couple of Rappers'a
Benim çapını Choppin' yapan kapını hapını atan
Katan sana fayda ama aydada olsan bayda sakın bana bayma
Aynanda olacağım kaynatınca suda aynada bayılacan!
Ayılman zor ayıldığında hiçbirini hatırlamayacan!
Şimdi bekle senide tekleme koleksiyonuma eklesem
Çek sen Selfie'ni arkandaki köpek balığıyım benide etiketle
Tetikte hep sizi tek tek Hack ile Wack'leri yanımda Back Pack
Sekmeyecek kekleri pişir bekle beni hepsini beraber Brake hep
Eğil Crazy beyim değil bu senin yeni seremonin
Bil ama dil yapma il sana 'till veda kriz ama Peace şimdilik
Örs ile Curse etkisi bön bön bakıp sonunda öl
Four different Flow Elemental Choppers 7 HERE WE GO!
Kalıba kalamam arada parama dalaman sallama dallama
Alaman yanına beni sonum ile karşılaşacan
Come ID'in Wanna Be Takin A bikini giving it fakire black
Gözlerin özüne döndü şimdi hepsi öldü
Şaşı kaldın aşı almadı yaşı kaçtı taşı battı
Haşladım senide taşladılar bendim dışlayan yatı
Çatı katı yada yatı farkettimi yapılan Rap aynı
Rhyme'larım farklı Headshot yesemde ölmem ben kasksız...

[Verse 10: Anonymous-G]
The elemental demon is back out of retirement
It’s elemental 7 so Gambino is a requirement
I’ve come to bring the metal, I’ve done this by acquirement
Thought your rhymes were lethal motherfucker, stop trying
This nothing new, you're just motherfucking trash
You're rhymes are over due, like some milk that’s gone bad
You ain’t gotta clue how to fucking rap fast
I do this shit forever with a pen and a pad
Thought you were compatible with the general
I’ll kick you in your genitals
And put you in burial (HOLE)
Yeah
That’s how you KNOW
When Gambinos bout to rip it and kill it
Oh so COLD
Yeah Thinking you can keep up OH HELL TO NO
You can’t keep the speed when you rap so slow
Gotta keep the fast flow with you fag ass hoes
Maybe you wanna think before you STEP TO THE THRONE
Not too many wanted me to spit it with the syllables
I gotta keep it critical when I’m up inside the pinnacle
Give it the original when i spit it with a trigga flow
Eat it up and beat it up, but it’s hella easy so
Wanna see us and be us, but you ain’t compatible
You fetus so leave us, now it’s so hysterical You wanna
Beef up and beat us, now your really battable
So square up you loser, risking your health is critical
When I get up imma hit em with a little venom
When I see em imma beat em and that’s how I gotta get em
Putting the pedal to metal and that’s how I gotta feed em
Wanna medal with the devil I dead em that’s how I leave em
Wanna mess the oddity
That’s how it outta be
When I spit you get no apology
That’s my biology
Going and fucking around with a man that has audibly quality You're obviously a wannabe
So get lost before you get some
This a holocaust, your a victim
Stupid bitch, lick the dick trick
While I ride a rib stick
Thats all your gonna get from the elemental demon

[Verse 11: MurrK]
I be disintegrating my past self like JP Goppernopper
Wishing the hate to go away but it will stay and probably haunt ya
Dilapidating your brain and sanity its thought to torture
Progress is slow i often only get shit done when im forced to
Many thoughts go through my mind and i question contemplating
Tryna make everything work too many suggestions aggravating
Like i gotta be captivating
Fascinating
Motivating
Dominating
Accelerating
Or off this planet i be abdicating
And I'll be stuck masturbating, suffocating in self hatred
Accommodating depression
Operating no progression
Annihilating fools in sessions
Popping the shields and popping with pumps To get away from the intimidating storm zone
The realisation and the pain of my situation gets my body devasculating my ortodipridium and shattering and crumbling and crackling and jumbling my weak and feable determentornithoanthropoufopornic bones
Now we gonna hit it gonna get em with the fast flow
Get em even more gassed than they were on my last flow
Coz we like to improve every time on our last show
Like we hit em with the guided missile with a blast blow
I be sick and you be crusty like my trash toes
And if i put my mind to it i could easily smash hoes
Better be ready to conclude the 7th ec here soon im going out with a bang LETS GOOOO!!!!!
Crumble the track with a pump and a tac
From the junk at the back like its klunk of the Jack
Like a truck i be knocking em back and making em jump all over map
Then i flunk on out of my shack and crush that bitch boy flat
Like a drunk i be banging and breaking that shit
Til i spunk on the bunk of the mattress
Mark zuckerberg in a burger enter my body and making me turning mechanical and i be taking a trip to the doctor and he be saying that everything that about he been checking and studying is incorrect and im not a human anymore i cannot feel or think or look or speak in natural way from today
This is what the world does to you digging deeper every day
Check yourself and realise and its got you too get dismayed

[Verse 12: Lyr1c]
You want some versatility
Ya messing with me melody
I’m killing every other mutha fucka
With a fatality
What ever fucking happened I dare you to fucking battle me
So just challenge me I’m chopping fucking haters like it’s my Psychopathic personality
I’d rather be dropping mutha fuckas like the rapping killer bee cynically causing death to the symphony didn’t we? Elemental Choppers you know I’m fucking killing fiends
Finna be coming and popping a couple of more shots with my supersonic syllables killing with semi automatic I be killing fools
Interval after interval dropping em with the fast flow of the sickest individual carnage muzik you are messing with my fucking pinnacle drop a couple bodies when my Ruger rips through all the ridicule
I guess I should drop another syllable
I’m a fucking demon you don’t wanna fuck with Lyr1c
You don’t wanna make me mad and effect my hemispheric
Another human imma kill it and drill it
And make humans fucking shiver so I better conceal it
And I when I be coming and dropping a couple and popping a couple of bodies
Sick individual and then I be coming and grabbing the fucking shotty
Imma killer with flow
Fatality

[Verse 13: LeechyBoi]
Do I gotta mention what this is? Seems like by now every other artist already has!
It's (LEECHY BOI), and I'm back to spaz
Break outta Alcatraz with this violent rap
I'll put a grip against your neck, not a violin, man
And I'm wyllin in, I'ma need a pile a pens
Cause I'll keep on writing lyrics till I make amends
And I keep on drinking spirits, always making friends
Then they made me into a spirit (but it's never gonna be the end)
I'm coming back from the dead? (Looks like he did it again)
I'm getting claat up in the head? (Guess he'll take it like a man)
I'm a fuckin necromancer, reanimation is the answer
Like the Traplord himself, but on this track he's absent (cause)
He didn't need to produce anything, just the Boi to go HARD
With several intricate lyrics and about 3 dozen bars
Lightspeed Leechy'll hit em with the venom while he spit a mile a minute
But fuck them repetitive lyrics, I'm keeping my flow bizarre!
Perform live, in misery. Come on, check it visually
I’m breathin fire, you talkin under your breath, so now my blood's sizzling
Okay, I'll stop teasing, I was going slow for a reason
I don't want to reanimate my teammates, so please, hold the features
But collateral damage on a track to me is just natural
So catching a casualty to me is cautiously all too casual
Chopping it up at a rapid speed for a whole track doesn't mean much to me
But I'm diving into the pool of Elemental artists like a motherfucking cannonball