New Elements

Wordsworth:
A bit of advice
Throw away what you're sitting to write
My point is it's pointless for you to click on the mic
You're not in a good position to strike
Got to be at least a ton to make weight in my division of fight
Know a lot of rapper but few I click with alike
My energy causes earthquakes, flickering lights
How I spit such a sickening sight for my condition
Is not a prescription that any physician can write
And I like hearing all these new cats do diss raps
Better than any of their compact disc tracks
If I get dissed and I choose to diss back
Your future's limelight will turn to pitch black
Began on the block, my Knicks hat was my tip cap
On the sidewalk, getting change to spit raps
Your record; don't put it out as an artist; discard it
And then put it out with the garbage, it's Words

Vo.Caliber:
I'm openly hoping my goal isn't missed
But low and behold with a fist, I always go with it man
I'm knowing this and I see through like a mammogram
But I rock it like stoning women to death in Afghanistan!
I know I'm sick and that you're hurting for more
It's a scary ass demand like putting gerbils in porn
With hurdles of whores. My pants are taking a breather
Cause I'm iller than a cancer patient with diarrhea
Don't have gold chains or a chick in a viper
But still fuck shit up like my dick's in a diaper
You think that you're hyper and so damn badder?
Your raps "hold no water" like an old man's bladder
Pearls stay spinning, now you're gladder to spit
Surrounded by bulimic groupies
You even notice that your girl hates dinner
While you rap laughter and shit
You "collapse after a hit" like the World Trade Center

Masta Ace:
My flow is stupendous, I'm real; all these cats are pretenders
They're raps and their tracks are horrendous
If I can Imma do it tremendous
Cause I'm tired driving cars with spider web cracks in the windows
And big dents in the fenders, I'm trying to end this
Buying homes, getting loans from multiple lenders
Now tell me how it's possible these cats can be spenders
When their flow's so garbage, these brats should be brenders
Deadly is my Caliber to all you challengers
Watch how I work, understand what talent is
Rap needs a system of checks and balances
My time is past due? Check your calendars
If my day’s coming, don't forget to circle it
Meanwhile I write another verse to hurt you with
My show is more packed than the Catholic church'll get
When the Pope come visit, now tell me who is it? M.A!

HIP HOP:
I’m bleeding unconscious,
Nauseous and too weeded to stop it
And cocky cops leaving the office
To walk and talk to me need not feeling my cock
It’s not like I got tits, my feet’s dealing out dropkicks
Hairy as hell so I’m never clean cut like beheadings with sheers
Cause I’m a slob, bitch!
We’re not artists, we’re businessmen
Fuck rhyming tight,
Like farmers with cows, rely on beef for the profits moo
Sniffing some blow with tonic, lifting some stolen objects
Listen to foreign convicts giving my soul some logic
Broke accomplice, blow chronic and know Ebonics
And I’m slept on like I’m made out of old pajamas
I’m so moronic I’m coking up my orthodontist
While filling my open tonsils I’m croaking hostile, coughing
I wont soften like I’m refusing to go platonic
Flow demonically rotten vomit like gross colonics
We don’t need a sound effect for that last one, thanks!

No I’m not famous cause I got played, it’s a plot
And I’ll always state it whether people play me or not
Till they pick me from the dirt, I’ll be slaving a lot
Been blunt since a youngin like a baby on pot