Radioactive Choppers 8

[Verse 1: SillyFurcorn Clock]
My confidence and commonness is bottomless, my conscious in the documents, the ominous, the on and off inconsequence
Anonymous as hell, the populace farewell, the concomitance, jaw dropping, possibly opisthognathous
This stuff will get political, divisible by numbers which invisible, the syllables conjoin into
Traditional, predictable restatable letters that get transmittable by country after country, getting psychoanalytical
I’m dropping you down on the floor like a clown in the store, and I crown you meltdown after 4
In the morning, engravings and cravings, change the daylight savings, to college, it’s just common knowledge
Everybody wanna be talking to me like I’m a baby, reconfigure the fact that you made, it’s just another hallucination, treat me like I’m a crucification. The cuts and bruises saving me like I’m a Zeus in space
Sucking at working a job and I’m making it crumble, and making the money exchange
Evacuate the area, we got radioactive decay
Ionizing the air, as us RC8 will slay
Breaking my back, and I’m hitting the beat, creeping upon em, my symptoms make em press play
Making haste of a murder case, feeling chafed in a person race, and I’m pacing, 1st place and I’m blazing, chasing the vertebrates
Depression, anxiety. Facing with a smiley
Rocking out, pause it, facepalm on the floor
It’s frozen, just lock in, the cops will start coming, they shotgun the waves, the calm before the storm
And I’m piercing the pleasure, and see for yourself that EKK is fear and don’t mess with him or… ELSE

[Verse 2: MRGVN]

[Verse 3: Marxi]
It’s the radioactive choppers 8
Pull up bitch imma renegade
It’s marxi in this bitch imma blow up masquerade illuminate
Everybody done turned up to this shit
Bitch this a mosh pit made
Anybody that be fucking with me turn into some tofu mane
I cannot fuck with these pussy rappers capping that shit just be so insane
You bitches ain’t living the life that I live y’all just acting like sum fucking lames
Shoutout yagikira we in this building yeah we burning shit down
Bitch

[Verse 4: ConVIcteX]
Forever

Don’t like the way I spit well I don’t care
Thank u ekk for adding me on
Rapping for fun and I’m never gonna be gone
Call me sonic cause I gotta go fast
Picking a packet and picking a bong and picking a patch chopping in this rap attack
And there bleeding
Rippin and rappin it up for no reason
Now I’m done, ima pass the mic
But this ain’t the last you’ve seen of me

[Verse 5: TRFCHOPS]
4 times, aligned, consider it a sign
That I’ve gone a long way to find
Everybody improving on this track but OHB
I’m a sicker individual that’s taking over the scene

Come on over, I’m bringing the chopper, I can really go insane
All the people around me,forcing me to lodge a bullet in my brain
I’m numbin and dumbin about the circumstances of pain
I’m retarded around why I’m in a prison, call me Wifebeatmane

Time is short, when I can run up and gun up, I can be fucking a killa when I’m bringing the bigger moments
Slapping their face when I’m picking em up with their damn pace, faking the bars when I’m making this shit chronic
Making a mocca the picking of em is the way I keep em all then again I finna be makin them all out
Makin em immaculate bringing the back takin it back with the mac when I might as well be keeping em underground

The fast parts don’t need to be good, but I carry
This entire series, I’m not hurrying
TRFCHOPS the name, chopping the beat is the game
Going just for speed is so lame, I had to learn the hard way

TBH, RC8,Ain’t too great to be goated
Or maybe these verse have made me stop gloating
You must be on drugs if u think RC7 was a flop
Hannibal coming to keep it too critical you should know that I could makin em all chop

[Verse 6: Obscured MC/Wyntyrr]
Obscured MC’s coming back with a recoil
I’m gonna be rapping it faster than the U.S. invading when they see oil
I know all the bro’s are gonna carry RC8
Ain’t even released and I know Yagikira, TRF, and Marxi ate
I don’t get how these rappers practice more and only get worse
Every single chopper track I’m on I gotta have the clearest burst
And when all the haters think I’m just gonna go slow
I’m gonna laugh in their face like “No, bro”
Thinking of breaking the fake and I’m packing a mac and I make it immaculate breaking and chopping em
Gonna be taking away their chopping privileges if they’re fake, I’ll be robbing em

[Verse 7: Yagikira]
Alright
The radioactive's back and we ain't active on radios
I'mma ratio these rappers keep 'em out of my radius
Bars as hard as adamantium, and they mad, adamant when I aim at them
Better pass me the pen and the pad and your pennant's whiter than caucasians are
Run it faster than Pentium, you're a Rap God, I'm an atheist
You are half-cocked with the heaters, I'm gonna be AdBlocking your requiems
I'm radiant with the heat and you, are backlog when I radiate
With a ramrod I'mma creep at you like the mascot of the Pelicans
Hit the jackpot, when I rap I'm a blackguard, when you rap you're a flash mob
Rise the medical bills of the SPS kids, they will never release like 'Good Ass Job'
And I'm fast on the tracks like I'm NASCAR, I'mma leave you to rot in the backyard
Speeding away in a Batcar when I spit it like Bey from that Black Star
Shoutout Marxi, The Rap Flamethrower, we burning shit down
That's why I end careers of MCs, I'm obscuring 'em out
Love you retro, the etcetera ain't worth of my shout
Especially Ekk who's misspelling my name everytime

[Verse 8: Tendons]

[Verse 9: Chopper Demon]