Mazzi (Verses vs Beats)

[Verse 1: Mazzi]
Go ‘head, fuck with me. I double-dare your physical challenger
Merely takes my mental to knock your spirit off balance
Using and bruising does not an emcee make
The only cream you got is the ones in your Tastykake
I safely break beats, place sheets on words
Mic shepherd—cattle attracts and ears herd/heard
Reverb-verb-verb-verb-verb-verb naturally
Anything we say or do shall echo through eternity
Y’all heard of me. Deservedly, I snatch up props
I’m the tangible, walking, talking form of hip hop
It never stops for these heads who talk shit but can’t back it up
I represent E.S., so no hesitation. I smack ‘em up
And rack ‘em up pool-table style. These squares to triangles
Tell your Pussycats that they’re fucking with some Bangles
Handle at an angle, you’ll get strangled when we tangle
Mangle your mind without even touching ya
Simply, by the squint of an eye, I’m quickly crushing ya
Rushing like it’s over ya, so be it M-A-double ta
Tangle for cash and the do the hustle with my brain muscle
Muffle compositions at competitions of lame, tussle
Many in the fast lane while I cruise the slow route
Tables Turn, Anihilate. Fuck it. It’s a Blowout