I Chop It

[Verse 1: D-Loc]
I'm a lyrical mass murderer, nigga you heard of the Gilla
Nigga, we chopping niggas like guillotines
Nigga, leavin' 'em niggas up in the river for fuckin' with me
A nigga don't give a fuck, I be in your dreams
Nigga, I'm so homicidal when I come through bustin' like a rifle
Nigga don't give a fuck about none of you niggas
Half of the muthafuckin' niggas that rappin', they idle
Nigga like Locsta The Vulture comin' in
From the belly of the muthafuckin' beast, nigga
Comin' through with the nine millimeter, on my life, nigga
Don't even trip off of nothin' nigga peelin' your cap
Off in the back of you pussy niggas ain't nothin' black
Nigga like the guillotine in a ho and I run up on you
I hit you up with the motherfuckin' lyrical trigger
Nigga like the Locsta leavin' niggas right in the river
Talkin' this shit on them niggas, I be makin' 'em quiver
Nigga they disappear when I come through with the thang at your face
Nigga like Locsta The Vulture I'm runnin' the race
And I'm tellin' you niggas you pussy niggas gonna erase
Nigga when I hit you in your face
You fuckin' with Guillotine, all of my niggas we scrilla fiends
We in your dreams, we reppin the fuckin' trigga mane
Nigga leavin' two in your liver, nigga now makin' 'em shiver
Throwin' 'em niggas and I'm makin' 'em feel the pain
Nigga my niggas is real, wrappin' 'em up in cellophane
And takin' your bitch and takin' your dame
Takin' your chain nigga takin' all of your change
You niggas up in the range, they got my niggas doin' thangs
Wouldn't be givin' a fuck, me and my niggas we
Comin' up out of the cut, bustin' up out of the cut
Smokin' and chokin' you pussy niggas like a blunt
Nigga you niggas ain't nothin' to me, yo, gettin' up

[Verse 2: Hurricane]
Look at the cannibal chopper and I be using the breath really quick and insane
I know that we could be braking your back cause we get em together we go with the plan
Rapping then kill em and murder the people that try to re-live in the soup in my hand
The lyrical general never equivalent spitters, I’m blowing I puff on their name
Killing them up with the bullet so we could at least pop the 50 kill of a lame
Making the poppers that filled with a quicke that threw hitless figures that popping the same
Making your bodies a part of the scheme and they pull it be time the people get the pain
Bagging your body with multiple shots and we leave it all bloody get outta the game
Chopping like a chainsaw blade
Every time I see a mic I’m like a hand grenade
Pull the pin and let me go I’ma bomb this place
Turn it into rubble like a Flintstone name
Ain’t nobody really dealing with that nigga from the Midwest
Hardest motherfucker outta strange I’m a death threat
Worth more than every fucking thing like a blank check
Do a track with crucified then I get my respect
Pack it in with that shit they got me back in on some jump street
Ripping like brotha lynch and eat em up like lunch meat
I could put a whole fucking album out in one week
Shoot it up to Canada and flew across the country
Paid a couple dollars to re-invest and I go again
Hunk up with my niggas from the town and we in the wind
Pop up in the bank racked up, with an evil grin
Ready to give em that murder treatment I ain’t putting nothing in

[Hook: Lil Cru]
I chop it
I chop it
I chop it, I chop it
I chop it
I chop it
I chop it, I chop it
I chop it, bitch

[Verse 3: JL]
Ay, let me get the shit inhibit
Who listen to ever doubt us, the difference
You get a glimpse of the realest but then my patterns of ignorance
You could say you illest, I don’t agree with your sentiments
Them against me and mine, I'll be standing here when it finishes
You don’t make any sense and you not of any significance
Listen I got 'em tense, president on the premises
Limitless with the pen, it ain't pretty, I won't pretend it is
Gotta be honest yo, if I was to read the lyrics you writing
You saying nothing that I would ever consider exciting
Reciting all of them lines on the mic, you not even tight
And you extra light, you don’t measure in height and I nevermind 'em
Wildin' like they don’t know, I don’t wanna [?] recognize 'em
They rhyming they corny flow and I know I can criticize them
Weak, when I speak advising 'em, take a seat
Collide when I break 'em down with a round
Through the heat, with the empty rhetoric
Nothing really but a bunch of bullshit
Got a full list I could read, instead I brought a full clip
Big appetite, a skinny nigga but I don’t get full quick
Got your bitch in pocket, she pop it, should've get the poolstick
Make a bull sick at the sight of the pool of blood
Pull the rug from up under you, running into a thug, get a slug
Better lean, I clap your team and then set up shop
No love, grab your things and trap your queen like I'm Fetty Wap
Never stop, look I'm irregular and will whatever bruh
Forever locking on the chedder duh and never letting up
I'm clever, plotting on ahead of ya, I'm like America
A bully with a fully automatic and I'm darin' ya
Try me nigga, highly likely I'ma catch a body, not a hobby
Kill a beat, I'm writing like Illuminati members
Who be pushing agendas on this mic
I'm a menace, I never let up relentless
When it come to handling business nigga yeah

[Verse 4: King ISO]
Ain't nobody really want it with a nigga
Ain't nobody fucking with the Brain, I'm 'bout to chop a nigga like a fully automatic bucking at you niggas, come and get it nigga
Everybody wanna do the chopper but I'm supersonic when I do be rhyming
Nigga you can try to be one of us nigga
First you gotta keep up with a nigga
Dump on a nigga
Run with a killa
Chew him, better get him stuffed in a river
Bunch of gorillas
Buck a nigga down and eat 'em up like a Lunchable nigga
Fuck what you niggas talking 'bout, I'm 'bout to hop in a whip with a bad bitch
Popping the clip in a Magnum
And a bitch is 'bout to swallow a nigga this fat dick
I'm in the middle of madness
Too many niggas be trying to get rid of me
Nigga you kidding me, sipping a fifth of the Hennessy
Enemies really be into me, nigga you feeling me
Nigga be talking 'bout murderin', ain't nobody ever heard of him
I get to burning 'em, whoever be on that killa shit
Y'all niggas never be who you pretending to be
Nigga the reason I'm 'bout to be murdering niggas and serving these niggas and putting 'em all up on a platter like it was a burger my nigga
You don't really want it with ISO, I'm psycho like Michael
My big homie, you kids funny, got clips on me and I ain't talking 'bout ones that hold iPhones
Nigga I'm on some other shit, better watch who you fuckin' with
I cut a wrist like Brotha Lynch, put her in the oven with the oven mitts
I'm one sick son of a bitch, no regards for no government
I kill a nigga then cut him then chew 'em up just like Doublemint
I'm brazy, you lazy, fugazi, who pay these niggas attention
You trippin', blood I am too different
When I run up, with the gun tucked
Put it to his head like dump dump
Nigga really had me fucked up
On Brainsick you missin', nigga listen
I know I don't really give a fuck about these bitch-ass niggas if these niggas ain't reppin' my team
Stepping to me you better hope that he praying to Jesus when he get his deck in this beam
This Brainsick, we gangstas, you fake nigga, you ain't shit
I aim this, it'll only take one second to squeeze
Ridin' with my killas, you niggas don't want nothing to do with that, let me take a second to breathe

[Verse 5: Crucified]
I be killing the wicked and wicked and making it frigid their thinking the body gets bad
I’m braking the bigger go figure if you get that tough
I done braking it but that was bouta get my apocalypse
Bigger the pussy bigger the balls
And I’m ripping the face of a sinner while top of the top of the bicep
But they didn’t do what their making worse
Pause it I’m rigid and look at this somebody thinking their positive
Pause it up brake it then pass it up
Making the death of the minute can’t they fuck right get the party but if you wanna pay
I’m gonna by shooting the victim the sinner
But then the devil had foot up on top of the Valery Chevrolet
Get up put that foot up packing the sicker and the end I’m dead
And if lawyer be like I’m a goner
But then there will be love from cause I’ma stutter
But then I’ma get it but then that’d be old
The fact their fucking with crucified
I wonder if I can hit that but that
But that seem to be daily by daily by daily by daily
But totally confident
Bite them and then they’ll be cold and basically I’ma come back with the soldiers
Whenever target laying let em be but I’m bringing a pack and taking the feet off
For braking the buck and I fuck up what they say they bet they can
Bet they can fuck it up
Freaking I’m screaming like a demon I believe in what I be in
Am I dreaming no falling asleep
Topping up out of a coffin I'm breaking 'em off when I'm passing the beat
But I'm like a zombie when bringing the meat
And if they wanna come try me I’m bringing the heat
I’m bringing em all full of vicodins thinking of spiking us making the bucket then bleed
Better get ready sirens
Come up and get up on side us
Better be on your feet
Now pray to god pile us could of emitted a virus they cannot put to sleep
I’ll stay up and fight this
Leave for the wicked virus somebody get the beat
Now bringing the pipe up looking at who picked the pipe up
Making the viper cheap
And nobody hyper look at me get the hype up bringing the pitcher Lee
When they wanna talk about the choppers I pop up like out of a dream
I’m making the money
I’m making it proper
I’m making the pocket and taking the beam
Taking the talk about the focus they bogus
I’m bouta be green
And the NBT's my city I’m killing off everything
Where’s my team
I’m unfadeable, fuck with it I’m a king
Riding clean when I’m rolling around I'm on evergreen
Better recognise the fame that I’m gaining up in the game
When I came in to spit the flame
When the Crucified’s on the beat

[Hook: Lil Cru]
I chop it
I chop it
I chop it, I chop it
I chop it
I chop it
I chop it, I chop it
I chop it, bitch