Heatseakers Collaboration illest collab of 1999
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Ayo I'm an Intelligent-genius droppin delicate-speeches...
While you try to develop-a-thesis I raise roof with telekinesis..
Eloquent-pieces break off when I first written-the-verse..
Then spit-in-reverse while closin the lid-of-the-hearse..
I bet rippin-your-nerves got you feeling-me-now...
Killin-these-sounds wit words when i'm spillin-these-out..
Millions of rounds spit out of my mouths spinnin-gatlin..
In evenly-fashion I rip anatomy parts when we
Then the darts start-slashin, bashin into your cerebrum..
Its disrupting your thoughts before you
Deleting your retina before you even can see-them..
These lyrics killing these kids with the release of the Ink-pen..
At a high-rate I'm fucking up your mindstate..
The words I spit illuminate ten hertz of tremble spine vibrate..
My Eyes-wide-wake spit art as fine as Divine-wine-tastes..
You get strangled in different angles like
My unkind-ways displays in the different ways of lifes-maze..
Fuck what hebs says i'm like Usher gettin shit my-way..
My lyrics Direct-ya-visions through closed
My-text's-precision strayed and made tha Pope
Unless-i'm-spittin you find me developing-thoughts...
My intelligence-taught from elders where
My elements-hot and gets dropped like poured
As an unaverage-student I kill people with too much
My habits-fluent like I was being bilingual...
And I tried-peaceful but found out I like being-evil...
Omni-present tone of my chromosome leaves heads in convalescent homes...
Trash compact the wack derived from bivouacs housing prepubescent clones...
blessin domes succumb to sedate states of deflated fate rates..
blow up surface case-plates similar to enert break axis slate quakes...
erase shapes to triangular prism modules simulate my matrix trait...
aerosol ozone layers into bio-toxinated vapor trails of wasted space...
I Hate-this-Place because there no fuckin compitition...
I'm hot-when-i'm spittin and rippin thes lost-
as the boss of this heatseakers hollacost..
heatseekers are the main-men that go insane-when we're cravin'
to bump heads like cavemen and leave cats parallel to the pavement/
sick enough to peep in on bitches when they're bathin'...
yeah...were off the "hook"...... againsts the "fishermen's-will"/
my sicker-kins-that-kill quicker-then-toxic-spills/
will-split-ya-until.......youre just a pile-n-pieces/
our keystyles-n-thesis defile-the-weakest/
heads like, "jesus!....heatseeks-come-ta-destroy!"/
heat-treat-any-decoy, beat-geeks-with the power of Roy/
heres a sneak-peek-come-n-enjoy....have cats makin' more noise/
then a million litte kids when theres christmas-snow/
were actually ill enough to blow up a continent with a mistle-toe/
fisk-assists-this-prose with persistent-flows/
by the pistol-loads, drop shit doper than a crystal-dose/
injected into your neck-n-nose/test the pestilence
and watch your chest-explode....
cause heatseekers elevate-n-embrace altercations-n-friction/
our lyrics emanate-n-leave-ya-face with abrasions-with-diction/
heatseeks radiate-this-place and blazes-the-section/
and never faces-a-question....cause bitch were all answers/
wicked enough to teach you a lesson by stickin' you with some antlers...
Heatseakers with the mega-force contain-the-source/
gliding the universe on a pale-horse after we dismember your frail-corpse/
to destroy the planet-and all feeble decoys-and-bandets yellen damn-it/
forcen cynical acts-contained with the principle-facts/
cause herbs couldnt hold shit up with invinsible-tacks/
record this joint and label it a un-resistable-track/
so fat it would compust your pitiful-back/
Heatseakers remember-the-name or we'll dismember-your-brain/
To a gore-stain and have you forgotten like a whores-name/
and get whiplashed with a bike-chain and compust particles of your right-brain/
cause we get to the point like a dikes-game/
were ill none the less despite fame/
Blessed to be aphiliated-with a squad that leaves crews anialated/
times-awaited leaven you peasants incarsenated/
we can come 10 times more lethal than are bars-have-stated/
We demolish your past and your future-dreams/
when we abolish your back with a computer-screen/
leave your pussy cries to fewer-screams/
Heatseakers the illest on net-grouds/
turning cyber space in to torment in hells-bound/
wit duplicate characteristics you couldnt mimic tha physics behind heatseakers lyrics/
u facin an mc thats ill enuff to break ya chest cavity down into riblets/
i disperse funds and rapidly spit bombs with one move of my tongue/
any nigga challengin me is better off drinkin a gallon drum of Big Pun's cum/
cuz i'll blast past you and ya crew.....split you, faster than gun's shoot/
causin more pain than Re-Run's two fists jammed inside ya mom dukes/
wit no remorse, i'll spit on tha sun and diminish its heating source/
jab ya body parts wit a pitch fork while ya chillin on ya front porch/
scorch ya corpse of course, then feed ya fingers to a baby horse/
then choke you, till u're soundin like tha nigga wit tha squeaky voice from Full Force/
put you in compromising positions and listen as your bones ache/
i wont stop until i figure out how much pressure it takes to make yo dome break/
kick u in tha chest so hard wit tactics, that you're left back-less/
makin a prime example out of you, by showin everyone tha results of ya wackness/
u need to practice, how much more must u get ya ass kicked?/
i'll force you to drink giraff's piss while snortin a cactus/
ima genius, displaying some overbearing exuberance when im doin this/
an mc so fuckin "dope", just by 'watchin me rhyme' you're bound to get "hallucinous"/
you kids act hot, but will get ya knot popped after this splendid backdrop/
crush ya voice box wit a rock and call u tha nickname that every cat's got/
you aren't even in tha latter stages of development when spittin eloquent testaments/
tha day you become ill, will be tha day Aaliyah has 38DD breast measurements/
fuckin "dooky collector".....its a 'crappy job' gettin your "shit together"/
you've been wack since RUN DMC was rockin black hats wit matchin leather/
death is imminent when im rippin shit, i'll strangle you wit your leg ligaments/
i've seen scarier threats from unorganized foreign militant immigrants/
i'll bust you fags and spray you wit sulfur mixed wit mustard gas/
you only doin tha "beating" when u staring at your stash of Hustler mags/
hose who oppose to chosen flows find chapters Closed~
So Heat administered is burning Ho's Through Sethro~
Uniting my cinder kinder to render your souls to light~
Slammed with fallen stars , broken cars and satallites~
So Simple Showing Skillz, Swinging Surreal STEEL~
Causing Cranium Cracks, Concussions, Come Contact~
InFact~ I Incinerate Immature Institutions~
Incoming Illusions abuse the brains your LOOSIN~
Now pay the price, writtens sliced, and bruises iced~
Boards Got heist, " Yo How you comin that Nice?"
I'll smack Yall Herbs, and make you talk backwords~
Reversed rhymes rehearsed droppen flat like soft Turds~
Metro Speedy Gonzala's like Hot Tamala's~
I'll grab my dick on stage and make ya momas Holla~
Vulgar and flagrant, like Chinese Agents,~
KARATE Num Chucks, Spiken Ya teeth in the pavment~
Collabs Commit Combo's Crunchin Cerebral , FUCK fuck you decked ho's~
I'll repo your halo's "SCREAMING HELP" withut an echo~
You'll "Always B Less" Yo Thats The Truth "100 proof"
I'll spit a Praising Phrase To blaze Mother Earths Roof~
Grab you by the hair and swing you through a phone Booth~
Come back with a chrome tooth and ya neck loose... Fuck a Truce~
Flagrant Anger brings danger " Hi strangers, your in my Chambers"~
Hooked like Meat Hangers, Tied up by Brain Wranglers~
heatseakers Disputed , gimps included, in this Fued~
yo we quick to rip a cypher with nicer lyrics then yours/
we hard core/
but drop softly/
cutt rip like audtopseys-freestlye with no pen so you can't spot me/
we spit bombs on dot coms malfunction your CD rom/
sock jaws and slap palms, disslocate your mandable/
heatseekn animal cannables with substancual about of killings uncountable/
our essence of 8 sences, supernatural powers in battle mode/
enter the access code/
to prove my bodys authorization/
a false access code can set off a detenation of radiation to end civilization as we know it/
litteraly blow it/
in missions, battles or exibitions/
our eyes see heat in dark with our nocturnal vision/
reave your body with persision and piss in your flesh division/
thats only if... your dare to step to this/
rap sessions get, terrorized within seconds kid/
you'll get caped like lids, thats how us thugs be/
foward verses like rugby/
rub your scrotum on a cheese gratter rugged and rusty/
like midgets reaching for the top shelf... YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME!!!/
you know the deal/
i wreck MICs like Holyfield (Mike Tyson)/
with the real ill skill we win bouts/
no doubt without a doubt/
break lamps to 'knock your lights out'/
that leaves you in the dark/
so quick we finish before we start pushing rhymes like shoping carts/
we got this rap art covered like some tarps, and get up like golden arcs/
smash heads so hard they breath their heart/
we pull strings like harps shaper then shooting darts that'll gaze your fade and leave a part/
yo got beef like meat, we'll 'F' you up like between the sheets/
we seekn' heat, we elliet, turn emcees obsolete/
heatseekn bring the killa flava, depend on life savors-cause you already suck- mission complete....
I've been the dopest,spittin and hittin wit the sickest hypnosis/
approach-this and get ripped then dipped in the Pacific Ocean/
u bitches-boastin... while im fulfillin rap quotas/
takin out the playas...the wack...and the 'supposed' gat-toters/
ima smack-soldiers... when im grabbin-hold-of-the-mic/
snatch-it...soak-it-in-ice...then when its frozen use it as a
my vocab-is-so-precise...cuz i been blessed in lyrical format/
all u whore-cats are 'welcome' to get stomped on... like doormats/
puncturin ya thorax... then injectin ya dormant organs wit borax/
and goin to CAMELOT or wherever ya albums-stocked to rip it off the
cuz we come to expose-the-truth... we can see the hoes-in-you/
battlin me is somethin ya momma told u ya never supposed-to-do/
i take out whole-crews... from the youngest to the old-dudes/
and when ya video's on the tube i take the remote and hold-mute/
i'll ram ya skull-through a brick-wall... just becuz im pissed off/
u been suckin dick so long... im surprised u aint got a split-jaw/
my scripts' raw and shine so much i gotta coat-my-pens-in-sunblock/
battlin me... u got more guts... than folded-in-Big-Pun's-jock/
come up against us...and ya gonna get left with cut-guts/
cuz testin us is like hackin ya dick off...man...ITS JUST-NUTS...
much love go's out to the other half of the whole unit. Partners in cRYME. Together we form the lyrical allaince...
did you inspect anything else??
Oh damn! You Heatseekin' Cats is too much!!
ILL...DOPE...BANGIN'...what else is there?
1 goes to the Heatseekers...
"...death to the ILLUMINATIon...I keep hope a lie 'cuz it's over for you!"
Though I have seen come harder this is the best collab. on the board in a long while. The HEatseekers are always coming correct, but who is this Damien cat, damn I read his verse twice. Ill shit from all MC's. "Then the darts start-slashin, bashin into your cerebrum.. Its disrupting your thoughts before you even-complete-them.." Explains it all. Nice job by all. Peace.
shit.....no, check that.....holy shit!....this is one of the best collabs ive seen in good while, but i expect nothing less from yall....Everyone came so so tight...for all the other emcees out there...read this again and take notes....
AMEN, this has been a blessing. That new cat is sleepin wit aids patients y'all, cuz he FUCKIN ILL. Amorphous I liked that last line (like I felt all the other lines ), what the hell, I like the whole Collab. Y'all definitly one of the illest on the board.
My God, Damien you get your props, no doubt.
That wase the freshest verse i've heard in a LONG while. Mad love to all....yes...yes...
DAMN...okay let me take my time...this collab is some ill dose of fiery acid...damn, I fucked up..should have saved this for last..after all, now I'll have to compare some of these wack herbs on here with this jawn...this sets the paradigm yo...wow wow wow..>this new cat Damien..damn, sweety, we need an introduction...care to tango with the Goddess...I'd even let you lead...come on hit me off and I'll give you the details...you bring the candles, and I"ll bring the pads and pens..no doubt..lets get busy on a post..lolol
With so much love and adoration for the illest blazest livest crew..the Goddess sending out kisses..damn, I better start peeping ya'll more often...Mwaaaa
Peace and Love
This is mad ill. but what should i have expected. The other half of lyrical alliance reppin in full effect. Yo, we definitely ill. Oh yeah, welcome Damien. Kids mad nice
mah god, i am liking this one alot alot alot. dam everyone came really really hard, i am really digging this piece. nah..really.
much probs go to all emcees in this. one.
this is definatley one of the best group collabs of the year.The whole group came off the hook. Just a tight collab
2ill Tha Dynasty
Holy SHit.....The fucking Firepower of the team is sick......
And yall only have 10 replies!!!!
Oh my god How many heads sleeping.....
Heat yall set it for the fuckin millenium...
Man let me read this again.....
::: Cypher gets on knees and drinks 8 cups of teat to calm himmself:::
aha ahah aha!!!
This was sicc, so sicc that I can guarantee half of the MC's on this board already have all the verses memorized...
My o my...
This is Madd Tight...
ILL from all partiez...
No Doubt...Heet Seeking...
Keep this shit UP...
NIce Yall...From Beginning to End...
Whole rhyme Quotablez...
New Cat is Stunning...
Keep Blazin it Yall...
ILL ass Collab...
~Second City Sunz~
very sick from everyone,def one of the best collabs i seen in awile, kinda long but it was worth reading this battle type shit, peace
yo all parties came so nice...and peace to the new love damien...who continues to bring fourth true skill...just want to say how proud i am to be down with all these ill emcees since day one...word
im diggen all this yo...
This is WAY to fucking dope. All parties came real nice. I'm liking this new kid Damien<<
PARTNERS IN cRHYME
That Was Ill By All MC's On All Parts. PEACE.
damn........lol.....talk about syllabels....lol...ayo....just would like to say big upz to damien...just because...."(hes) an Intelligent-genius droppin delicate-speeches..."...reppin no doubt...ill shit...one
amorphouz came so sick...but so did everyone else. This was nothing short of phenomenal. Great drop fellas, much props to ALL of ya's!
(Are you fucking kidding me?!!)
yO, ThE hEATsEeKERs is dope... but somebody better hold young DAmiEN down, alright. Kid's gonna shine. No doubt. Quotables abundant. Take your fucking pick. I'm saying though, this collabo unraveled some of the nicest babble I've read in days. Nearly picture perfect. Damn. Stay that, y'all...
"Fuck liberty. Give me death..."
- F l a t l i n e r -