Son of Spock Freestyle

Kenny Diaz ft. Son of Spock - “Son of Spock Freestyle (Lost Episodes Vol. 1+2: Best of New York Underground Hip Hop 1995 to 1999)”
[Emcee(s): Son of Spock (AKA Jedi Bateria)]
[Producer(s): Kenny Diaz]

[Hook: Son of Spock (AKA Jedi Bateria)]
I walk
The streets as this lyrical space cadet, I kick
A hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet. I walk
The streets, yo, as a lyrical space cadet, I kick
A hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet

[Verse 1: Son of Spock (AKA Jedi Bateria)]
Look into this:
I was raised by Hannibal Lecter until he got
Took then, now I walk this box as a stranger
Matter of fact, fucking releasing mental anger
These rappers can’t fuck with me. I’m also known by AKA
The Stalker. I grab a microphone and drink some Johnnie Walker
So when you step up to this nigga, I could hit you then I
Split ya under the table like a sedative. To me
These rappers are irrelative, they’re not winning. You’re sinning
I’m grinning and fucking splashing emcees while I’m trashing ‘em
Matter of fact, I’m bashing ‘em like queers upon The Village
I got my mental that got mad mileage but the speed of sonic
So when you fuck up with my drink, you’re gonna get slapped, kid
Kind of quick when I rip, an emcee from head to shoulder
I was the older nigga ‘bout to fucking hit you with this
Rap shit that will convince I am the main topic
The main source, the main ingredient to this whole shit
You’re non-cent. Many emcees, they’re making sense, so
When I grab this microphone, I hit you fucking dense with
Activity, the verbal captivity, and doing this shit
All over. Matter of fact, your act backwards
With words, doing this rap shit, I play emcees like herbs
You’re walking like a dyslexic, so when I grab a microphone
I measure and different like the metric system from
America, I grab a microphone and cause hysteria
I bury ya, so when I solve this analysis
Grab a microphone and then I fucking cut a rapper off
Like hands. You’re fucking prancing, I’m doing with romancing
This is your last chance at verbal enhancing
You’re dancing with wolves, I’m dancing with knives
And bullets to dive, so when I fucking grab a microphone
I slide in her plate, not fake like nickel-plates, I make
You shake. When I grab this rap shit, I cut a rapper
Off like circulation in a long-ass sweater, it’s
The winter, I convince ya I drop rappers like four seasons
We’re doing this rap shit, you ain’t fucking with me, you’re
Trickery like treason upon America. Jedi
Is fucking ‘bout to bring trickery, yo, chaotic styles
Break down emcees and pull their fucking X-Files out
Their circuit, you short-circuit, you can’t work with
This lyrical fucking style that make you feel like mental midgets
Many emcees fucking fidget. I play ‘em like faggots
And drag this shit, work by the book like Joe Dragnet
By Friday, doing this shit my way. Matter of fact
I jumped into the highway, I’m out of days
Looking like a Latter-Day. Many emcees, I fucking have ‘em
Pray, and walk the streets as a lyrical ar-
-chitect, lyrical architect

[Hook: Son of Spock (AKA Jedi Bateria)]
I walk the streets as a lyrical space cadet
Kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
I walk the streets as a lyrical space cadet
Kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet

[Verse 2: Son of Spock (AKA Jedi Bateria)]
I don’t
Sweat these emcees, they wanna get a hint
So when I grab a microphone, I’m slint like the eyes on a chink
You must think I’m on this brink to grab a mi-
-crophone, I play ya and then I swing like hypnotism
You’re fucking with my trick, also known as others by izm
You’re fucking with this rap shit, now I correct like
Facilities, jail ability. To fuck with me, you must have
Agilities, a strong one, a strong person
With wrong verses, you’re grabbing microphone, bring in the nurses
I reload quicker than P.O.W.s, bringing
Trouble to many emcees that fucking fumble and butter-
-fingers, I linger, grab a microphone, then hit ya
Give you the last hint, doing this rap shit, and then I split
“Break Atoms” like Large Professor, a verbal enhancer
So when I grab this microphone, I’ll make you fucking feel like
The verbal dancer