[Verse 1: DNA]
I'mma hit them with the vers-a-tility
Spit a deadly soliloquy, a swarm of killer bees finna kill the beat
I'm every one of them, bzz, "Summon 'em"
Coming up to put them in a coffin I'mma punish them
Cause I'm the crypt keeping, beat lyncher, meat stincher
Feel the heat against your body about to reach in ya
I'm teaching ya, all a lesson, follow the lesson or catch the hollow tip of my teeth when I eat dinner
When you've been rapping as long as the DNA has
Every second you spit, you ain't gotta spray fast
I could lay your ass down with a chill flow
And penetrate you with the steel spiked dildo
Lyricism for real though, you're still cracking gay jokes
All up in the closet chilling with them gay folks
I stay cold, and lace dope beats with delayed flows that I hold back from it like a rainbow
There you go, think I'm gay, cause I mentioned a rainbow
Which is a metaphor cause you don't know where my brain go
Somebody thinking they gonna be finding the way of my lyrical mastery
Fuck with the DNA making them flee away, head for the hills a catastrophe
Is coming your way, I'm propping you up, just like a trophy when I takin' the
Head of my opponent, and really when I get to fuckin' with the way I put 'em in a daze
Everytime I get up on it I'mma murder any motherfucker thinking they can test me
On the mic, it's DNA, I'm about to bring the hurt to ya
This is Undaground Choppers 3, a cypher by Sprite Beatz
With an elite group of choppers, you're about to get served
By the lyricist murking ya, on the search for the only way to beat me is to become a lyrical murderer
Now I'm bout to let the rest of these choppers speed it up for ya
Holler at me when you're fully recovered from ya surgery
[Verse 2: Hurricane]
Chopping ain't about people not understanding what you say
It's all about the timing and delivery that you display
When you have a record in your break it and just go away, take it to another level, treat it like there's no escape
Giving it all you got, ready to split it like a banana
Hit it with hammers, ready to bang on it like blue and red bandanas
You don't need no manager to handle what you doing
It's underground independency that can't nobody ruin
Represent a culture has turned you into a soldier
And you ready to battle until the war is over
If they come any closer to you, you goin let them have it, go after them like a savage, thats crazy and fucking rabid
Y'all goin understand that I'm a veteran with this
I do it to appease you when I'm spitting it this quick
They say that I'm different and a lyrical misfit
Busting like a Tommy when the trigger go click click
Putting them all in a coffin I'm ready to bury them I murder music, You won't have a chance to defend yourself when I fucking lose it! Faggot on the truest
One of the best up out of Kansas City ain't nobody fucking with me
Tech said that very clearly
Why you wanna try to go against the land shark
Everywhere I pop-up is a landmark
I ain't even playing, I got fans in Denmark
And Alaska, too, they roll up on you in the dark
This is the part where I make them a victim
Slow it down a little then I shove it up in them
I been doing it for years a n***a kicking that wisdom
Never was a snake but I've been spitting that venom
Mr. ape shit on the track with them choppers
Them deadly apostles, them verbal Pirahnas
Spitting like machetes and lyrical Jeffrey Dahmer's
Minus the gay shit you can get ate quick

[Verse 3: Kamikazi]
When I'm giving you the venom I never surrender I'm ready for it if I pound my fist
Underground, never thought I'd put it down like this
Summon off a demon, the moment I sound like this
Call me the basket case, summon every demon I feed 'em little bags of waste
Put the mask to face, rabbit out the hat to wait
Now rub the dick up in the middle finna agitate
I tell 'em all "Summon devils always love will fall"
Corrupting the minister, I'mma sick 'em all
I'mma feed 'em my medicine, kill the rhythm when I talk
You might suffer the ritual, intermission kill 'em all
I'd recommend you stop, it's the MK Ultra
Better recollect your thoughts or I'm coming to get a mission and suffer til we fall
Better recognize I'm a villain, I'm wicked when I chop
Psycho, I'm a [little ?] be leavin' 'em hollow finna trick
My trigger finger's itching to get to flickin, I'm hoping you reconsider while I do it for the sinners
Better get in my rhythm or homie you's a beginner
When ever I be up on you put you in amazement
You ain't trying to see me, I'll put you deep in the basement
Killing off every enemy sending 'em to the faces
Sick of me what you're thinking he's sticking deep in occasion
I'll be the body getting up in your guts
Fuck 'em reload, G'd up a millimeter I'mma see get beat up enough
For I'mma reach up in the scene, I be defeating and crush
Hella cynic but I've been in just eating 'em up
Spitting venom like a mouth of the scorpions
Walking through portals like I'm immortal and morphed again
I'm feeling forced to sin, I'm Kamikazi from the source of it
I'm from the underground orphanage, chopper

[Chorus: SplytSecond]
You don't know what it takes to be a chopper (underground)
Chopper, (underground)
You don't know what it takes to be a chopper (underground)
Chopper, (underground)
You don't know what it takes to be a chopper (underground)
Chopper, (underground)
You don't know what it takes to be a chopper (underground)
Chopper, (underground)


[Verse 4: K-Fix]
(Fix n***a...)
What you’re witnessing is the pinnacle
Of chopping at it’s finest
Representing Memphis
It’s Krucafix up in this bitch i’m about to kill it
I spit it like heavy ammunition and
The pad and the pen is the artillery
You finna see me blow these n***as mind with
On top of the beat it’s proper execution with my timing combined with impeccable delivery flipping the instrumental when I'm finna beat anybody struggling to keep up with the rhythm should consider early retirement
I’ve been on my level way before twisting was even popular
How could you not acknowledge that I’ve mastered the craft?
Hop in the booth and I’m rocking the mic and I bet I’m a spaz in a flash with the speed of a cheetah
Leave ‘em mad, if we clash
Leave a n***a down bad, when I blast
While taking off some ammo and
Break 'em off with the mass, I'ma smash
The opposition, point 'em with the Glock and
I’m the sickest, and then the quickest to jigg
When I smash on the gas
Cock in a minute I finna be when they handle me
Leave 'em wet up with the weapon
Like Yosemite Sam
And I’m a take 'em up and put on up around my gun never jams kick the metal off and I’ll shred 'em for the jealousy
Man I put it together competitors
Taking nothing for granted
I’m ready for whatever like the militia that’s on the front line
Doesn’t really matter You’re the funny type to come and seek about a n***a and you can have it fun and call it one time
And that’s how do it that mentality that I’m living with
When I’m spitting, there’s really ain’t no motherfucking punchline
When i be rocking the mic I be giving the n***as the business
And breaking them off with the lyrical heat and leaving with 'em this shit and be leaving 'em tongue tied
See we colossal, we chopping do the impossible
Hottest, there ain’t no problem
The hottest up in the in the underground
With my n***as starving , light 'em up like a blunt 'n now
No joke, shove it down, slow poke 'em around

[Verse 5: SplytSecond]
It isn't difficult to get 'em in the middle
With a little bit of the venom, and hit 'em all up wit a bullet from a gun
(Lyrical Akuma) SplytSecond is here to show you how it's supposed to be done
You gotta be sure that ya rhymes are hot and lyrical before you decide to chop fast wit bars flaming up to melt plastic
As in immediately after you became nothing but a carcass
Put your body into a Deloaren so that you can get past it
Combative hype language, I'm honored to be spitting with rappers that're my favorite
But anybody that's wack I literally leave him neck less
The chopper that turn another to a Valentine's Day gift
Even though you gotta be dope
Your bars'll be soap y clean you'll probably choke
Get your arteries broke I got the blueprint to the chopping in my harmony flow
So an example for all of you is what I gotta be
Itty bitty piranha rappers I catch 'em in a fishin' net
Taking the opportunity I hardly ever get to wreck
You should never diss a set with the Lyrical shenron
In it summon me and you're gonna be granted a wish of death in a sec
Connected I wreck it a definite level of intricate syllable schemes Unable to escape a battle it even if it was a dream
Infinity is the number of fish in the sea so even if we murder you on a track then there is no benefit
Grabbing a hold of the clavicle snap it in half at a lateral angle
A pivotal moment in history every syllable touching the ear of the listeners
When I be spitting a rhyme and it kill 'em got all 'em jumping like Spider-Man off of the side of a building
But on the radio they would a said I was dissing 'em
On the 2nd Midwest choppers Techa N9na said to be intricate but most y'all forgot that part cause you're not that smart
In order to go down as mythical you need to be lyrical but you spitting it typical
You don't know


[Verse 6: J-Battle]
Toss a bitch in a bag when I’m coming hard on a track and attacking ‘em, breaking 'em off when I’m packing a chopper, the weapon
Anybody stepping on up over the mic and I’m finna slaughter you bitches, I steady be chopping up the session
Verbally pistol popping homie, now somebody finna be dropping up on the motherfucking floor when J Battle get to spraying
Leaving the holes up in your body, we dropping you like a shotty, bringing the flows and we get rowdy, we ain’t motherfucking playing
If you really wanna do it, I’m coming to set it up and take it down to the battlezone, I’m breaking you bitches off until the morning
And I’m warning you haters, you wanna fuck with J Battle? You finna get it, bitches got me madder than a fucking hornet
Through the lyrical storm and I’m loaded up to the fullest, I got the ammunition busting up at your head, I’m right above it
I continue my mission up in this game when I’m rapping off in the underground, be snapping on competition, I'ma love it, playa
Battle steadily bringing the drama and I’m packing a pump and I’m quicker to pulling my trigger, be dropping it, coming to chop and I’m steady breaking 'em, popping up off when I’m dumping up all on my enemies that’ll be gone
I be coming up bucking now steady be on it, I'm running up heavily, Battle be choking and smoking the bud, I be loving to toke on the rillo
We hitting 'em thick and I’m rolling so blowed it be getting me up on the mic and I’m flipping it, I’m gonna shine
Bitch you cannot fuck with the vision, I’m in a castle, better get yourself together, you’ll never be one of mine
Put it all up on the line, steady be running up outta time, everybody out here slipping, but pimping, I’m in my prime
And all you haters finna suffer divine and up in the night we got you praying to the heavens and waiting up for the sign
When I’m flipping up underground, we taking up over the music, we coming too deadly with it bashing you bitches up in the mind
I’m foreverly popping up under the ground, when I’m chopping up all in my path and I’m dropping, I’m smashing it, bringing out some of the wrath, I’m on my grind

[Chorus: SplytSecond]
You don't know what it takes to be a chopper (underground)
Chopper, (underground)
You don't know what it takes to be a chopper (underground)
Chopper, (underground)
You don't know what it takes to be a chopper (underground)
Chopper, (underground)
You don't know what it takes to be a chopper (underground)
Chopper, (underground)

[Verse 7: Mental Cases]
Ripping I'mma kill 'em when I get 'em with the chopper with cleaver people can't compete
With the evil in my body, pop a shotty, hit the moon
Whenever the fuck we get this I'mma merk this beat
Dumping with the millimeter, feeling the evil
Keeping it iller, cause the feeling so real
Steady be trying to keep my sanity still
So we off of the rocker like Amityville on top of the multiple personalities
Cutting up under the pavement, I'm making a statement while holding the megaphone
(DIE BITCHES)
What I gotta do to prove it rocking with the greatest [?] people on the beat to ever bust rhymes
Choppa kill the punchline, when it's time
Suit up and pop up and puff on my buddha
My crew had you stupid I swoosh up I stomp on my Air Force One
Representing the motherfucking underground off of the dope shit
Kill 'em with the, fill 'em with the, venom when I deal 'em and get 'em when I hit 'em witcha
Horrorcore in my DNA, chopper just an easier name to say
Quicker like I bury and they run around in circles then they see me when they lookin' they don't speak it
They don't get it but I get it never ever ever know you can do some big when I get to bumping but I see you need
Don't test this hellishness, cats up out of the southwest
Motherfucking Mental Cases chopping it up
You better believe, you better hear the name all over the US, eventually worldwide
Steady chopping, keep my flow complex
Psikosis drop like a bomb chest
.50 cal you're wearing the wrong vest
Mental Cases going off like a bomb threat

[Verse 8: Mizury Mize]
No beat is a hostage i spit toxic; eat 'em alive when choppin i'm labeled cautious when killing
With a million syllables leaving a verse full and critical cause i'm an invincible lyrical criminal super up'd villain
And i be chopping it up wit the rhythm holding the title of a killa gorilla
Born in the wild steppin and wreckin any village; chopzilla
Go getta in the middle of any season ta deepen the reason of a breathin
Demon beating the weaken; seeking the dream eating the beats to pieces
I'ma bad mother chopper dropping the heat and don’t ever call me a dreamer cause
This n***a 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 I'm wit a team of some beast teethin lookin for some blood and they call me that mizury and I'ma little bit mizunderstood
And i don't give a damn ill throw a temper tantrum; chucky of the rap game when i put my chucky on
I'm tested with the best ta wreck ta rest that’s left when taken their breath from they chest when the Midwest chants progress
Making you possessed when spitting venom and the rhythm compress like i'm a snake striking my prey looking 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 I'm bringin the misery and properly murder a verse like a real underground chopper
Tech N9ne decided we to grimey 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 an author
I load 'em up when i be unloadin' a clip and demolish shit; my targets ain't hard ta miss when i be equipped wit these lips
I take part in hip-hop anonymous stomping like a hippopotamus being confident shaking and breaking ya beds ta wake you up bitch


[Verse 9: Kohn]
Check out the method cause nobody could ever see in the fire
Spitting when I deliver I make it seamless
Call it dark and sick, nobody will compete and the reason for that is I'm attacking and I'mma spit it like a genius
Packing it up get up and go, Undaground Chopping keep it, then I had to let 'em know
Mind racing you know exactly what I'm saying
Cause I'm coming up out the rubble and they know that I'm not playing
Spazzing, on and off the track cause I've been having a bunch of flashbacks
And then it felt like I was slacking
But now I'm finna take it worldwide for my home, PHI all the way up to the BI, shut it down
When I'm stepping in technically better than veterans
Tactical method leaving 'em severed and dead again
But I'm thinking of breaking the game down, and pumping it with great sound
Because there is a lot of motherfuckers that I hate now
Drop a n***a head down, murder weapon isn't present
I just got a call from the president and he said to keep
Killing it with the verses and wrecking 'em
So I had to take out all the people defending 'em
(breath)
They would tell me "Try the label", leave 'em spinning like a dreidel
I'm not the one that you wanna get into it with
We got Eddie and my n***a Bliss
Leaving 'em dead in the ditch
Hitting my phone, ready to go
With just the flick of the wrist
Hacking a pack of the rappers with the fast gat, wooh
Pull up on 'em and I got 'em cracking like a bad back
Spaz rap, my flow, you ain't even half that
Had to cut 'em off because they only wanna follow where the cash at
Fraction, cut it like a record for the record I get solely independent, repping a record label with creative freedom
Lyrically nobody has a dead capacity or capability to beat 'em, it's Kohn


[Verse 10: JL of B Hood]
Concluded, it was better for me to stay secluded
What it takes to do it, gotta be the killer included
Polluted 'em with fury, the realer people are stupid
They potent to be diluted, I pull up and getting to it
Dynamic, I send a mendable pendant pushing the envelope
They pull and talk get in yo face trying pretend that they gon'
Play you on the daily but really not within them
They not accountable criminal on a different note
N***as extraordinary, general we assembling
We deeper, we chopping, we take the top and we come and get 'em we gon' dominate them
You duck, keep 'em on the minimal
Confiscate the crown and the crowd has spread the ten of them
Me and my headers hit the scene to show you the pinnacle
Hit the weed, I'm everywhere man it's making me miserable
I gradually gradutated to the roll of the general
Criminal agitated with you hoe individuals
Now somebody about to get it cause I'm in the mood
Thickest n***as come and go you know I don't move
Watch 'em keep watching my plans we got different views
And I gotta keep washing my hands like I'm fixing food
Fictional fools sipping the old news
Sipping the pro-2's laying shit at your whole crews
Spitting the flows, true from the critics and nobles
When I'm in murder mode, I got a couple of go-to's
Let it go just get up off of my ballsack
Get to chopping going over the top of your ball cap
Pulling like it was on and again fall back
Don't nobody know what it is, they never knew what to call that
Chain reacts that brain making 'em all scat
Shaking up the cover, there's something more when ya'll rap
Blink up a match then I get to buzzing what ya'll lack
Break up a happy homie cause your lady just saw that

[Verse 11: Crucified]
Look around
There’s somebody keeping a keeper breaking apart, until they believe we’re
Coming and bringing a beat that we watching 'em, showing and shoving to up onto
The balls we’re coming to hurt, and I be making a fucker start breaking and
Stuttering, couldn’t believe they’re following thinking “I’m sicker breaking
The bottom, fucking the liberal, look at him target it, look at him ducking it
Making it a pick it up and getting him poignant” Toppin the clip and I’m coming
To get 'em get whatever and I’m getting the time and I’m packing it all and I’m
Making it over when I’m making it blow and I’m making it part of me, Smoking it
By the jumbo giving the fuckers, I’m bringing 'em all so I can they gotta get
Down when I’m bringing 'em over, breaking that summer, breaking them over
Making it crumble, breaking the coma, making it wickeder, making a massacre
Making a vision, making him passing it till I’m tripping it up with the phone, I
Don’t give it, anybody I’m sicker and I’ll be picking it up, but I’ll be taking
The pick and then making a bottle and not giving a fuck, I’m shaking a bottle
We making 'em piss and I’m making it, how do we be in the bucket and making it
Gotta be back on the mic and I’m making a packet, I'm chopping 'em up when I'm
Making the slaughterings, I’d consider being the blacker making it probable and
Giving a syllable, breaking 'em over and taking the loss and we’re taking 'em
Over, they could not be from them, we’re fucking 'em over, they bringing 'em
Over, then come in chopping, breaking the possible burning in, making it
Making 'em taking a busting and making 'em holler, making 'em pick it, making 'em
Pick it, picking it cause I’m coming to hit 'em, sicker than when I come up and was
Hitting up in them, but I thought it wasn’t you, hope that we’re popping the
Clip when I get up, and you cannot believe that we’re making the ritual, If I
Attack then you will be a ghost, Spitting my wrath that’ll eat at your soul and
You’re paying the price that’ll equal the most, then you cherish your life cause
We beat you with poles, and you thought I was nice but I’m evil at hoes, see the
Bastards, they tried when they feel lethal blows, cause we asking the pipe and
I’m seeking some more, as he’s passing it like you were drinking some dough, he
Was not, he was unconscious breathing was slow