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DJ Lil' Sprite Presents- "Undaground Choppers: The Series"

by Mizury Mize

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the bigga the figga the bigga the gorilla like godzilla like a veteran packin a weapon and killin when spittin this ammuniton listen this sumbitch ill get vicious quick wit these lyrics any minute so give me a second ill leave you dumb in a instant wit a mouth equipped wit a banana clip on a mission im in it to win ta get it i kill it with the rhythm whole; never wit it minimal a killa with a million syllables leavin a beat critical a lyricaly individual over flowin wit a mouthfull wit the flow from the mo when i go i own it yo whenever ya ready ta battle me you better be steady wit a meoldy better watch who the fuck you be challenging ima monster choppin up 16's like a piece of meat on beats bringin heat cuz mizury the unholy from missouri kicks it harder then soccer hotter the lava i be the chopper muthafucka with lyrics comin ta get it in deeper then ya fuckin daughter i go harder then a automatic rappin in a fashion blastin on bastids like i be packin and rackin a fully stocked saued off on any roster beats are tellin me there ready when they wanna be buried heavily in a cemetary so they aint comin carefully whenever their bringin that rhythmic energy i'm ready wit a lyrical hamma wit the stamina playin like a cinema so when im on a beat beatin the beat to a inch of its life im not given a fuck i hit em and they feel it cuz ima killer any min so when i get up am finish em i do it big and keep it strange; dibkis teeth of a chaisaw painful makin a verse hurt when this chopper rips
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no beat is a hostage i spit toxic; eat em alive when choppin i'm labeled cautious when killin wit a million syllables leavin a verse full and critical cuz im an invincible lyrical criminal super up'd villain and i be choppin it up wit the rhythm holdin the title of a killa gorilla born in the wild steppin and wreckin any village; godzilla go getta in the middle of any season ta deepen the reason of a breathin demon beatin the weaken; seekin the dream eatin the beats to pieces cyborg i'ma bad mother chopper droppin the heat and don’t ever call me a dreamer cuz this nigga dont believe in sleep when most be day dreamin believin on what they thank, i be grinding and defining how i eat by murdering 16's and im wit a team of some beast teethin lookin for some blood and they call me that mizury and ima little bit mizunderstood and i dont give a damn ill throw a temper tantrum; chucky of the rap game when i put my chucky on im tested wit the best ta wreck ta rest that’s left when taken their breath from they chest when the Midwest chants progress makin you possessed when spittin venom and the rhythm compress like im a snake strikin my prey lookin for who’s next well catch a case when the makin the AK mix wit the base so don’t thank we ca-nt; we’ll fill a page and define slaughter I treat beats like enemies when im bringin the misery and properly murder a verse like a real underground chopper tech n9ne decided we to grimy for the world wide wit our fire so he hired a rap god over real monsters cuz when it comes to this quick shit; our tongue spits in tongues bitch cuz will lyrically paint a picture like a author i load em up when i be unloading a clip and demolish shit; my targets aint hard ta miss when i be equipped wit these lips i take part in hip-hop anonymous stompin like a hip-ota-mis bein confident shakin and breakin ya beds ta wake you up bitch
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im definining a mad whitey ta get excited like a riot wit the quiet comin univited and packin ill shotta rapper down wit a full clip of syllable killin action in tragic; shootin the beat up like a insulin reaction bastids at any instant my tonuge be passive wit no blinkers when passin most these bitch ass mainstream rappers i wildnout harder then what nick cannons about every time my mouth opens spittin cannons at them actors and pullin weight like a tractor; never lookin backwards; i push go and go after gettin what i want on purpose i wanted to make an indintion wit some rhthym while keepin it real and original so i keep pounding on the undergrounds surface ima fuckin chopper; unlike a lotta the motherfuckers out here just tryin to rap fast and i be kickin it wit team and we gasin it like matches settin a fire to the mattress under hip-hops ass i be livin it independent breakin the bread while leavin the mics dead and killin for funds; killin for fun; ill punch a beat in the cunt what! i get a little mental on the intrustmental when my dental hit syllables gettin critical when i starts speakin in fuckin tongues i'ma little advanced for regular music son wit a elevated level it gettin harder to step my game up and i be bustin a nut when i bust on a beat givin it all of me; knee fuckin deep in that slut sprayin miz babies like its nothin when i nut choppin it up wit that per fec tion; this profession is killin and my tongue is the weapon im beastin and feastin on these emcees feelin froggy not jumpin at me from they leap pad at home ima under ground chopper from the bootheel motherfucker im mizury kickin wit kings of versatility and delivery in remedies defining real art made it easy
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the [devil] and im able to catch fire like a "fire-fighter" bein a fire starter when im preachin to the choir; a soldier wit a [flame thrower] showin devotion as the rappin chucky wit a temper killin em over bein the mad whitey; son of sam of the rap game; im mister [lawn mower-er-er-er-er] wit a mouth motored by the south killin syllables without count-in em out cuz the Syllables per second im addressin is on yall i just beat a beats heart beat till it don beat and then i eat it like i mean it like a feinin zombie high as fuck on some bathsalts im balls to the wall; i'ma problem cuz im awesome when im droppin these bombs on em without a cause; so fuck yall, i dont give a damn the villian in me bein a felony on a killin spree in any facinity wit a crowd and a mic stand just shows i go turkey-ham psycho like im michael at thanksgivin gettin savage attackin a track from the front to the back choppin it up like a ninja out to get cha attention and make you listen to my visions makin you picture em wit the wisdom of this ballastic rhythm ive written killin the competition wit the ammunition when spittin choppin em up and bustin em down like a demolition derby like im on a mission; special edition, mint condition cuz their hasnt been a thirsty nigga ta merk me wit lyrics from the clearance isle gimmickin tryin to mimic this image yall better off packin a picnic wit a mortician bitches im chopper doin it properly; monster inc. wit the fitest gettin timid any min makin it vivid;scarin you is the business and im addicted to workin; committed to overworkin and rippin a verse on purpose; I admit it Mizury’s Vicious
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packin semen of a demon bein a heathen beatin seeds in any region makin a legion while im leadin it like im a rappin yakkin charles manson while i be given a reason for you to believe in ima beast; beastin it every season teethin and feastin; feedin off beats like im treating myself for my own personal satisfaction actin up actin out wit the action wit tactics; puttin tax on the verses im no free styler; my style isnt free febreezing it fresh wit the way that i be servin up the muthafuckin murder when workin overtime bein a hard worker performin that lyrical serial killa horror halloween when im on the scene makin it reality optmiz prime sorta like a transformer while packin a quarter of dab like a disorder dabbin upon these motherfuckers swerve when i hit em wit the words merged in a verse converted in a sweet entree servin dessert first chopper tongue twistin it wit a curve gasin em tell it burns im that chopper they warned you about to ask around about me to get ta choppin properly and when you ready to pay attention and stay steady and learn oh yall dont see things the way we be seein the action burn the stage down wit some tlc like its lefteye playin wit some matches ayy space shuttle flow from the mo better hold on never will i be a tech n9ne my rhymes are to gatlin gun stuntin as the white boy bringin that white noise bein a little bit strange when i bang avoiding you average fucks i be shittin in the booth lika porta potty while rockin a potty mouth drops 2's just to piss out number 1's stayin suited and booted to be a party pooper when im loosin my shit; because bitch i stay shittin in the club bigga the nigga the bigga the figga the godzilla in me killin wit the syllables drilin em full in any venue when i pull the heater; fire breather drinkin ether by the liter my meter stayin full no sleep for the wicked im livin a dream makin it reality wit a salary wit the talent that i was born with like a leader given wisdom; listen to my ignition, hemi rippin wit the cyborg flow wit the ambition to slap you bitches out the bed wit a folgers can to get chu to wake up and vision us underground choppers on a mission world wide; choppers all over the world riding a beat wit ease collectin money cuz thats our motherfuckin business mad whitey
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released September 9, 2017

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