L-Swift, Poison Pen, Breez Evahflowin’ and Gauge the Mental Murderah Freestyle (A Trip Below)

[Intro: L-Swift]
Yeah, yeah, yeah. One time. This be the Eddie Ill shit, that D.L. shit. You know the deal. So wherever you at, this mixtape in your shit. [?]. From New York, nigga. One time. Aight, check it. Yo

[Verse 1: L-Swift]
New York, New York, big city of dreams
Flash in front your eyes quick as a beam, sicker than fiends
On the 2-4-1, iller than schemes to get
Two more guns. Natural Elements pursue more funds
‘Cause this year, my niggas raising the stakes from day to day
‘Cause "Bust Mine" and "Paper Chase" was only a flavor taste
Making space, you’ll see what kind of mental we in
And if your schedule tight, do the knowledge, pencil me in
And then we could swing like kids in the park flipping the art
And breathing heavy, yo. It’s probably the shit that I spark
And life’s a movie—what you should do is figure your part
Take a spliff to the heart if you could read the script as a start
Taking my shit wrong is like a sniper missing the mark
But we gon’ hit you bullseye—I ain’t missing the charts
You know the deal

[Interlude 1: L-Swift and Poison Pen]
L-Swift: Haha. What the deal is? Blaze your feelings
Poison Pen: It’s Poison Pen

[Verse 2: Poison Pen]
Last cat to badmouth Bed Stuy slumped over in corner
Lumped up with a steak over his eye. Molotov, I’m still
Around. Back in the day, passing bad bills around
It’s Poison Pen. Dumb cats should have realized
George Washington is on the one, not the ten
But now you know—you just learned something
Tell your friends Stuy from Bed’s bumping, embrace
Around show wires. Flowing rapid-fire, make my stenographer
Fingers get tired. Fuck BET. I’m on Channel 13
Rhyming for pledges. Word up, rocking a fat-ass necklace
Who want to do this next?

[Interlude 2: Breez Evahflowin’ and Gauge the Mental Murderah]
Gauge the Mental Murderah: Evahflow. Check it, check it
Breez Evahflowin’: We gonna freak it like...

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin’]
Niggas never find another cypher just like this
So you’d better represent
‘Cause these flows lead to mama baby drama, baby
Niggas never find another cypher just like this
Watch these niggas represent
‘Cause these rhymes be the (Sureshot shit)

[Verse 3: Breez Evahflowin’]
It go: ipso facto. Emcees shouldn’t act so
Unnatural. Bust a fat flow that will collapse yo
Afro. My lasso be connected
To microphonic pieces where my speeches is perfected
Effective like the Heimlich maneuver. You, uh
Catch it in your gut, clear out your wack passages
Emcees be praising me like Rerun did to cabbages
You savages surrendered to superiority
Go to war with we, the hardest crew become sorority
There’s already enough niggas fronting in here
Ayyo, but bust it. Emcees can’t cut the mustard with a chainsaw
Get your style on. I’ll flip like Krylon in a train yard
I’ll gain yard like Sanders with a good block. Hooks flock
To spots when the Stronghold rocks, locking your knot
In a steady bop motion. Flows like the ocean
Plus devotion to the craft. Battle? You out your mind
I know rhyme pays, but you need a week with nine days
To find ways to freak it and still be a month late
Who jump fakes and play niggas like pump fakes?
I’ll rock cleats, running on beats up in this funk race
I’ll write rhymes. Evahflowin’ ever
Going out for mines every time
We going back like battle raps, so bones up in your spine
You keep it real. We gon’ hold you down and keep it fine
Boogie makes beats discreet, the secret kind
You peep it. I’m equipped with more thorough
Track work than MTA in four boroughs
Pulling on dimes like cools or Marlboros
Emcees, ask yourself, “Do you want this?”
More hungry niggas in that “how can I be dying?” conference

[Interlude 3: Breez Evahflowin’ and Gauge the Mental Murderah]
Breez Evahflowin’: Post-Poison-Pen, pre-Gauge. My man, lock down, engage
Gauge the Mental Murderah: Yo, yo, yo, yes, one time for your mind. Flatbush, uh. Brooklyn, what? Uh, represent. Check it out, uh. Mental Murderah. Check it out, check it out. Yo

[Verse 4: Gauge the Mental Murderah]
I got the urge to set it off again. Gauge’s navy softer than your inner
Keeping ‘em shaking like a white chick bringing a brother home for dinner
Years I’ve been a threat to you jack fakers
Fronting like you’re toting bakers when you’re yellow like the LA Lakers
I see you’re eyeing me, but trying me avoid
‘Cause you’ll face’ll be a job and my fist is unemployed
Get the gist? The smart say, “Yep.” This, this nigga’s
Depthness is burning like he got claps and got to piss
The specialist in this trade. Stay in the shade
‘Cause I scorch more heads and thugs than change their report card grade
Here to invade your mental through my dental
So you winning is like the pope driving a rental
Monumental when I die—my bones’ll be a statue
While onlookers watch and say, “Gauge, they’ll never match you”
Bat you with sharpness, [?] to disorder your sight
You’ll hate the day like the pimp, so be glad it’s night
For realie, niggas is silly thinking they’ll win
‘Cause you’re just a human being—motherfuck, I’ve been
Bring it in. What?

[Hook: Breez Evahflowin’]
Niggas never line another flow cypher just like this
Niggas represent
‘Cause these rhymes be the

[Verse 5: L-Swift]
You want some hot shit? Let me throw you a toast
Your hocus pocus flows could never touch the note that I wrote
Toke on the smoke. When I roll up, you’ll say, “What is this?”
Yo, pass the Heineken and mind your business
My mind is gifted, Elements Natural as fuck
So keep it brief like a pelican and pass me a cup
Back in the cut. Yo, y’all niggas want some action or what?
You heard them other cats: next coming attraction is us
Bleeding inside, got some weed in the ride. Perform like
Evel Knievel and slide. Four in the front, eight in the back
I got the people inside. My nigga Trev surround the exit
We down to wet shit. Niggas sound pathetic
Give pounds of credit ‘til I get crowned a relic

[Interlude 4: L-Swift and Poison Pen]
L-Swift: Ayyo
Poison Pen: Word up. What? Poison Pen, yeah. What?

[Verse 6: Poison Pen]
Either you shit or get off the toilet
Son, don’t make me reach the point of boiling. Mic fighting’s
Like lighting. Y’all aight. I’ll call y’all when
I audition for hype man. Yo, throw your hands in
The air. You capable of that. Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, you could do that. Just don’t try
To rap. Let this emcee handle this
I crept through the back while y’all was sucking off Canibus
What I stepped up? A new notch
Your crew got balls. Next day, your cypher’s with 2Pac
I rep the third rock from the Sun
Stay in tune to this. Verses is molten lava. Baby, what?
Return to Mount Vesuvius. On remixes
They put me in front like prefixes
Yo, bless this kid with them suffocating suffixes
Yo, state your purpose. Why you in my mouth
All out of place? I would’ve bust in your mouth
If I wanted you to come out your face. Word up
Check me and the Insomniac for photos. Food for thought
Just because you ain’t get booed, don’t mean you ripped the show though
It’s Stronghold, what? Natural E
Gauge, ill-ass motherfucking emcees

[Interlude 5: Breez Evahflowin’ and Poison Pen]
Poison Pen: Bringing it to y’all niggas like that
Breez Evahflowin’: It’s like this. Check the flow. It don’t miss

[Verse 7: Breez Evahflowin’]
The Evah expert Evahrocking, bopping ‘til my neck hurt
Evah online, joining mnemonic on the network
Evah on point. The Evahflow rocks the Earth, joints
Be tighter than the skirts at Lil’ Kim concerts
I worked the on-and-on to get you all flow. Them never caught flow
Of me and you and your momma, and I thought so
The funky sock flow, the put-in-your-mouth-like-ock flow
Rock so many kitties in the city. Where you from? Home of
Too many rappers and too little deals
Too many squares trying to act like they’re wheels
Too many chickens with seeds, too much talk, too little deeds
While I’ll be fighting with mics until my ears bleed
The sheer speed of my verbs make your whole body tingle
Niggas screaming, "Woo Hah!!" like they're Busta Rhymes single
Set to freak it. Sound Plus Rhythm formulate the plan
Check out the verbal backhand. Even the gassy couldn’t pass me
I’m in lassie—the luck of the Irish and two Lucky Charms
The battle ends with your friends supporting you by both arms
And it’s on

[Interlude 6: Gauge the Mental Murderah]
What? No doubt. Well, check it out, check it out. What? Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 8: Gauge the Mental Murderah]
My second verse gets worse ‘cause I disperse a lyrical curse
Killing the first. Your night nurse couldn’t reverse. I’m ready
To burst, quenching the thirst of those who inch rock
‘Cause, like coke, [?] fucking with my
Verbal incisions. Crush your limbs like Timbs do snow
So el uno papi chulo. Señoritas me dan el culo
They do know I keep it hard, nuts like Rodman
Barrage women, lost track of jaws I’ve done been it
Pinning your thoughts to the rocks with writer’s blocks
While my stocks stay under heavy surveillance like Fort Knox
Come by the flocks or the tons, bring your guns
‘Cause my duns is no ass like a strip club full of nuns
Gauger. You heard of me like a burglary on your block
That no one seen ‘cause I’m unseen. See, you nah’mean?
Microphone fiend from the East. To say the least, worry
Chumps be dropping mics in a hurry ‘cause they got nothing for me
Blazing, son, to a raise and praising none
Emcees be looking for a hidden stun gun when I’m done
Bring it, comp

[Interlude 7: Poison Pen]
Yo, bring it, comp. N.A. Rock. Some Bed Stuy, Stronghold shit. What?

[Verse 9: Poison Pen]
This Poison speaks in economics, not Ebonics. Who thrashes
Emcees within an inch of their life, [?]
Niggas run around all [?], acting like
The beef would be hot, but, yo, you ain’t no fucking rhymer