The Trilogy (Remix)

[Verse 1: Chester P]
I spray walls so we can battle for the writer's bench
And fight against the odds like Daniel in the lion's den
You bite my style? I'll cut your hands off and write with them
Don't breathe down my neck, or I'll stop ya flow with nitrogen
You said I'm nice, blud? You'll have to say I'm nice again
My ways are set like cement, swingin' like a thousand Spider-Men
Hit so hard, you rappers never write again
Like a dried up pen, so you just can't rely on them
To step to me's to put your own legs in jeopardy
You could walk a thousand miles and still not get next to me
I'm so beyond, it's only future that's ahead of me
To battle me, you'll need to travel to the next century
I'm so hype, even mute people try to mention me
My arts are sharp mentally, when I think you're meant to bleed
I'm blackin' out 'cause I haven't got the strength to see
My hate's blind, so I'm runnin' dangerously on lengths of beef
I'm old-school like a real pair of hippy's flares
When I go to bed, I cuddle up with a grizzly bear
I move so fast, most people ask, "Is he there?"
I leave now, and by tomorrow, I've traveled 50 years
So if I was you, I'd be pretty scared
Tryna buy a new set of pants, 'cause I know you're in a shitty pair
I spit bricks and build my own little city here
While ya fallin' off like Paul Daniels' wiggy hair

[Verse 2: Kyza]
When I start rhymin', bare breddahs should start hidin'
My dark writin' strikes many like charge lightnin'
Sharp slicin' knives cut and then stick right in
It's not a wise thing to start no-arms fightin'
I might fling hundreds of blows and start wildin'
Like right-wing Nazi marchers who start violence
My mind thinks the same way that Einstein's did
My IQ is higher than London car crime is
I slide in-side of the thighs of a nice white, slim, light-skinned
Girl from behind and plot my tings
I dive in, pipin' her slightly ripe tight minge
I like when she tips on my c*ck and starts ridin'
I fry fins of these sharks who like bitin'
Surprisin' them with my hundred-and-five tribesmen
Their eyes widenin' with the frightened child likeness
Some high-pitched siren screams when I'm sighted
I buy drinks for some Friday night high-jinks
And try link some yatties by givin' 'em sly winks {*Whistling*}
Kindness lines my golden heart shinin'
I high car's mileage just to pass time with
I cry gems, shit rubies and fart diamonds
My style is rarer than priceless art findings
I'm swipin' iced rings and wettin' up dry men with my pen
What, my friend?! Alright, then!

[Verse 3: Jehst]
Yo, it's the return of the drifter — Billy the Kid
Contents under pressure, I'm flippin' my lid
So many rhymers are liars, I'm sick of their fibs
They lack focus, jokers that tickle my ribs
Thinkin' they're hardcore, they're more brittle than twigs
I'm projectile spittin', while you dribble on bibs
I'm diggin' for hits, givin' the middle finger to pigs
Bringin' that nasty stink that'll linger like cigs
I sit in my crib, glued to the telly, no food in my belly
I'm losin' it, tuned into Jerry
But this is my final thought — right now, it's time for war
Better decide if you're fightin' for a righteous cause
Like me and my cyber force
We walk tall, swing swords, slay the Minotaur
I scrutinize rhymes 'til my eyes are sore
We from the underground, raw like iron ore
You'll get deafened by the lion's roar
I'm stompin' on primitive life forms like a dinosaur
Ridin' beside the Four Horsemen
I got my eye on the pie, and I'm out for a small portion

[Scratches]
"The trilogy will be heard"