"Opposite Poles" a PSYPHER and VERBAL inc. production.
Two masters, true masters.
Introducing Psypher and Verbal
Our rhymes cover the whole circumference of the area while your just writing in circles
We kick punchlines until your eyelids is purple
Live with a mic or on-line with a server
Our battles end the right way, with your boys
calling Homocide with a murder
On track felons, we even brung back Ellen, for more wood
Got your whore shook, on her back yelling for more push
You fuck with us?! you on crack and not telling like George Bush.
I back Verbal up with more goods, from ISP's to your 'hood
Your crew came, we spit flames and burned 'em where they all stood
Cats ain't ready for collabs between PSYPHER and Verbal
former rivals, now treadin' through the paths of the righteous eternal
Corny trifle MC's is gettin' slashed up, right through the kernel
"Who wants popcorn?", strike matches, then just light the inferno
We radiate, make the world hot, with light
Then detonate the third rock, ignitin' the journals, on mics we supernal,
for the nine-nine, blessin' y'all with divine rhymes
When we combine minds, its like Carl Sagan rockin' with Einstein...
Smoothly timed lines, as the mic alternate hands, I brawl and make stands
Whippin' cats at the mall in stalls with they mans
The chamber in my mind "revolves" to create "jams"
Strong enough to break a pane of glass and change the shards to grained sand
People feel my shit from the CEO's on the Street of Wall to gang clans
Classic tag team throwing elbows to your jaw and face mask
Yo, PSYPH, these cats got the gaul to play bad, when they all relate gassed
Fuck these niggas, I'm more worried about the
bitches that wear thongs with great tans.
Yo dawg, I can relate man; I like them chocolate
sisters with the real cute
face and, the real small waistband
Me and Verb is like fat shoestrings, how we lace jams
Got even the illest MC's, makin' escape plans
On the DL, like they can't be detected by my radar
Should I spray y'all? Forget it -- bomb the whole area with napalm;
Flatten everything within a 86-mile radius,
Amaze you with, my most basic script
Mentally I stay adrift
Drop forgetten scrolls from the ancient crypt
And leave MC's stereotyped, like racial myths...
Non stop jabs from raps is what your facial get
All we need is a mic and two turn tables mixed
Our voices make the amplifier cables shift
Speak out, not a good idea...play the fifth
Better yet, here's a crucifix, pray to this
You'll need a EMS team on hand just to say a diss
Plus eights and clips, so take your lips
Shut em, or keep em' open wide enough so I can place my dick.
We make the earth quake and shift
Till the floors in yourbasement split
No evidence your style's beyond basic; case dismissed!
We get down with the raps, and just surround and attack
Using nouns to drop facts, and bomb towns off the map,
Slam these clowns on they back for three counts on the mat
Snatching crowns from the wack, they bow down to the mack
We astound, y'all react, givin' pounds and some dap
Then we bounce out the back and go lounge at my shack
There you have it: Verbal and PSYPHER freakin' it miscellaneous
Ripped ya'll new anuses, now talk double that crap simultaneous..
You cats been sleeping for a while so we had to play the wake up show, combine and hit yau'll wit some classic unforgettable shit, you know how we do.
Yo, PSYPH, the respect is returned in triple my nigga, that last verse put the cherry on this split shit, the word play was top notch to the fullest, sickness personified.
"The chamber in my mind "revolves" to create "jams".............
or how about "Me and Verb is like fat shoestrings, how we lace jams
Got even the illest MC's, makin' escape plans".........
Dope shyt right here.........actually I've been waiting for some shyt like this.....off the chain........Verbal and Psypher catchin' major wreck on this joint.........one
Yo Verbal, this was "off the chain." You definitely flowed hot on this joint; my monitor's still smokin'. I think we bring sparks on battles, but we burn it down as a team, dawg. You gets mad respect from me. Keep on reppin, nigga!
Damn....tightness comin' from both ends....both of you were on point..
LiL mami~MyStIqUe~ REPPIN' FLG in the 9-9..0-0
This is truly ILL...
ILL ass Post...
4realz...Keep Droppin This Hot SHit...
NO Doubt kid...
Im feeling this Shit...
Tight Collab yall...
~Second City Sunz~
Dope collab, flow was tight from both, and the verses went right into each other. Lot of good lines and just sounded dope, nahmean. Keep reppin
"Your crew came, we spit flames and burned 'em where they all stood Cats ain't ready for collabs between PSYPHER and Verbal former rivals, now treadin' through the paths of the righteous eternal Corny trifle MC's is gettin' slashed up, right through the kernel"
That about expalins it all, ya'll going all out like "Fights with the brass knuckles/Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckles"Ill shit guys! Don't know who's been sleeping but if this gets slept on expect a few more replies from me!
Where would I even start?
This is a spectacular show,
but who's been sleeping?