Untitled

Nick Wiz ft. Nautilus - “Untitled”
[Emcee(s): Mad and Kaos]
[Producer(s): Nick Wiz]

[Verse 1: Mad]
When my
Brain cells activate, niggas I decapitate
Squatting on a rooftop, deciding a rapper’s fate
Another target in the crosshairs of the piece of steel
Intense concentration give my verses a deeper feel
Excellent when flexing shit, I couldn’t come up short
With the size of a Smurf, I rise from the earth like
A spirit, I’ll make an instrumental get tense
Hit a fool with the verbals, he been trembling since
Leaving Timberland prints in the rears of peers
I incite fears, strictly Olde E, no light beer
Enters in my bladder when I’m slurring speech and staggering
Vandal causing panic, drinking 40s in the Vatican
You almost wish it was a bomb when the pen is in
My palm, rap-batic weaving spells like black magic
I’m not the typical nigga you listen to, my flow’ll
Be mystical ‘til I’m invisible on the physical
My technique’s ill, I’ll freak skills, leaving
Minds blown, blasting niggas to another time zone
Better than heroin, take this and inject it in
Your vein, ease the pain. It’s Madness with no method

[Verse 2: Kaos]
Yo
Never consider or ever you figure on any agenda
The nigga of splendor can never deliver dilemma
The smoother virtue of mutilation, it can either
Soothe or hurt you through universal communication
But either way, yo, I’m straight, I never fret
Hits of E&J concentrate then resurrect
The slacker-slipper, the conceptual chapter-chipper
The questional-factal-flipper, professional rapper-ripper (Nigga!)
It ain’t nothing like the venom vocabulary
We spin in an adversary, dig in ‘em and shatter every
Puncture the penetrator, but I’ll be the levitator
Numerator remaining forever flavor
So spare the drums on the drastic calamity when
Grass-fed insanity, the sarcastic profanity be vanity
No stunts, there’ll be nothing but bold fronts
Shutting up gold fronts, fucking up whole months
I got no love for ya, the rest’ll be bugging ya, gives
A fuck about none of ya, put a slug in your jugular
When I attack, I take, there’s no way to snap or shake
I captivate, decapitate, evacuate, and aggravate
Any flunky who feeling lucky when I get to
Mash ‘em and Burn ‘em like Jamal from Kentucky
Ain’t no slip or snoozing when I get the mission, cruising
Even with no distribution, Kaos is an institution
Is it your place to assume? When I bring bass
To the boom, I drink a case on the moon