Speed Demons

[Verse 1: Chronic Boss]

[Verse 2: kVr]
Finna be rocking at mic when I'm making 'em know what they will hear
Grabbing the microphone and I'm sending sound straight to your ear
Split the syllables in millisecond, I'm switching speed to top gear
You better run away, I'ma now coming to wrecking, I'm feeling your fear
Venomous velocity struck in your head and making you dead
I know it's bad, but I wanna put 'em on death bed and make 'em all killed
Ducking up under the bullet, then get up and hit 'em all up with the lyrical weapon
And with the phenomenal flow before I'm alone on the battlefield
Whenever they wanna run up I get 'em and kill, they don't wanna feel it
But that is healing me, still let me thinking still
Whenever they wanna hating I'm chopping and rapping and reaching for more
To hit 'em with lyrical venom faster and clearer than before
To stabilize my flow, make you realize it all
Instead of criticize my music, to let it rise, not fall
Let communicate with y'all, make tongue animate and roll
Will never terminate and still I vindicate when I disintegrate your mental wall

[Verse 3: MSL]
Ripping 'em up on the track with the best choppers from around the world son
Coming up against us you gonna be killed with your own gun
Hit 'em with the venom and I let them know they can't bring it better
Everybody on the track is gonna kill you but I'm leave you deader
Killing 'em all with the impeccable rhyme scheme it's so clever
I'm gonna see you once and throw you away like a ugly christmas sweater
I'm gonna be dropping 'em off on my way to the top cause I'm off my rocker
Chopping your body to pieces now you're in a meat locker

[Verse 4: LEECH]
It's a lot of choppers in the underground tryna rap fast
But can't say their words clear - what is the point man
True menacing syllable killer on the track
Just chill and listen to me spit it like this
Y'all was never ready 'bout to spit it how they want it
I be chopping like a automatic AK-47
Dropping atomics on a city lyrical enema friend of a monster
She twerking the booty and shaking her breast I hope to be the father
I could come and dominate your whole entire roster
Head in the ground like a ostrich (Myth)
When the .44 click - I'ma take my pick
And MSL - I then learned a few tricks
I'm speeding like a demon I forget about angels
I leave body badly bruised battered and mangled
Taking camera shots from angle
Head on the noose - watch the body dangle

[Verse 5: Chronos]
Alright I'm spitting these syllables so fast that it's not lyrical liability
Because it's coming from the lyrical pathogen and he's back with a rap fatality
Plaguing the entire planet with no patience, it's due for destruction
Wrecking the mic and I'm prep'ing your body for total deconstruction
You think you could hurt me when your rhymes are laced with so much viscosity
Proven that they stop before they could just stop talking to me
I'm going 20+ syllables per second you getting left in the dust
No need to shake of the iron-oxide because this lyricist won't rust
The lyrical Speed Demon brought straight from the realm of nightmares
And sooner or later I'll steal your soul if you decide a fight, yeah
I've been tested against all gods and I've claimed the highest title
Of world's fastest lyrical master, my works sound off like a rifle
I'm sure you've heard him around when he rips the mic apart
And his demonic grip and mindless insanity will be aimed straight for your heart
He's got nano-molecular everlasting repetitive ultimatum
People gonna be talking about how he raps too fast so they show that they hate 'em
You don't really wanna be the one to obtaining the punishment for when they berate 'em
Cause he's gonna turn into a real demon and slowly use his magic to incinerate 'em
I'm about to just start ripping out all of these haters' vocal cords using telekinesis
And I'ma eat you haters like it was a queen-size bed made of Reeses' Pieces
The complexity of my wordplay is much longer than a twenty-page thesis
And it's a no mercy battle when he grabs the mic and rips another who thinks they could beat this
Here's a blank death-certificate pretty sure you'll need this
Cause I just ripped another motherfucker into one hundred quadrillion different pieces!

[Verse 6: MSL]
I'm locking 'em up and I'm lopping there head off of there body
I be droppin' my foes faster than a shotty
Leaving your body in the locker now it's rotting!
Leaving it balled up in the corner now it's got Rigor-mortis
To late for you and your friend not even your remorses
I'm the killer of killers I'm about to drop a fist
Then while you're on the ground I'ma rip out your esophagus
See me and the semi know I'm about to be popping this
And now upon your pants is where y'all just pissed!
Haters be coming at me with insults but they just missed!
I'm a dangerous syllable killer and now you are on my list!
Keeping the flow real yeah that's my goal
Stripping you hater harder than your girl on the pole
Ripping 'em up to shreads and tearing them to pieces!
I am a freaking demon so I probably need Jesus!