Get By Freestyle

[Intro: Justice]
Yeah
Third World, baby
Justice
Kaos
Y’all better peep this shit
Sickcuntion Luncheon, baby
What?

[Verse 1: Kaos]
Who really want it from the coward that flows?
My rappin’ has grown from a skill to an asset at shows
I’ma hit you with a series of abdomen blows
That’ll travel through holes and ultimately shatter your nose now
Back to the pros to match it [?]
You’ll need an abacus to even track a few even actually close
Get an accurate dose of the kid who’s maximum dope
Hang with a rope emcees who think they can challenge the flow
Put you back in the hole and put the nail in your coffin
You motherfuckers are more annoying than Haley Joel Osment (“I see dead people”)
Yo, I’m sayin’ no nonsense, I’m sayin’ truth
Leave me in the vacant booth and I’ll be makin’ the hot shit
Yo, I’m statin’ the obvious, we attack with alliteration
Syntaxes [?], quit askin’, quit complainin’
It’s not that we think we’ll make it, just a question of when
Teach you a lesson with pens then mess with your friend

[Chorus: Kaos]
We make you get right when we bless mics
Yo, our set’s tight, you left the next out

[Pre-Verse: Justice & Kaos]
Yeah (yo)
Third World, baby (check it out)
Justice (what? What?)
[?]

[Verse 2: Justice]
We set a record in rap, you listen to Evanescence and crap
You never destined to set it with Weapon X on a track but
I’m doin’ it right now, I come through with a tight sound
If you ain’t up to it then pipe down
I’ll ruin your hype, now I’ma shatter your life
When I match with a mic, it’s a fact, you whack and I’m tight
But if you wanna tussle, we gon’ see more damage to life
Than a scavenger fight that’s scattered and spliced with passionate cries
You ain’t leavin’ intact ‘cause when I lead an attack
Against all o’ the fuckin’ people in rap
It’s gon’ be so damn evil in fact
That even Australian motherfuckers’ll reach for a gat and a heater to clap
You peep with some skill, when I’m speakin’, it’s ill
You broke bitches have to work a whole week for a meal
So while you out there fuckin’ keepin’ it real
I be gettin’ sweet with a deal with figures almost reachin’ a mill, you dumb bitch

[Outro: Justice]
What?
Third World, baby
Yeah
Weapon X and Ken Hell
What’s scar-non?
Y’all stupid bitches don’t even know wassup
Yeah, A-Style
Out4Fame, baby
We the future o’ rap
What?
Peep it

[Intro: Anecdote]
Yeah, come on
One, two, one, two, ha