[Toxsikk verse 1]
This ain't my verse altercation - this shit should prove
My knuckles digging for something ancient - not Stick & Move
I don't sit confused
Boy, I am too picky - I pick and choose
I pick his brain - like I just strung out his tennis shoes
Hit the snooze - don't wanna wake up - stay in your dreams
I be the realist astral projection you've never seen
I promise you couldn't spit at the top if you catched it -
Truthfully everything in my pocket is in my jeans
Check it, a master killer - my methods contain the most
A chamber of my own nature - I just shook hands with a ghost
I'm supernatural - actually tangible by the host
So look over your clavicle if you yapping 'bout I ain't close
Have you noticed the pattern?
I'm stepping on every rapper
Hitting them bar for bar - well, I basically built a ladder
I pull it up when I get there - that destination is Saturn
'Cause the ring that I'm after could fit around all that matters
Where did Klay go, game four, I don't play, no - I don't play, no
How far will this violent brain go?
This' that stained flow
I just spit an ounce of Draino
This' that (Team Backpack . net) off of your Kango
Aim low
Took a shot to the sky 'cause these rappers duckin'
You playing Os - I take you back like Benjamin Button
The Loaf was all good till you put that shit in the oven
So I'm trying to get as high with the Prynce
Till I'm really buzzing
N***a, what?
[Axel Leon intro]
Wow, that n***a nice, though
And he tall, hehe
I just wrote this bare with me ya'll

Look, check

[Axel Leon Verse 1]
Before rap it was crack - Yeah, packs of the hard white
Now Team Backpack asked me to scrap at the Bar Fight
My goal is [?] all night
And throw cubans at him like we - having cigar fights
She stuck off the realness
She sucked me off before I tell her fuck off
I film it
Don't leave her - let it drown and pass it back
She could float 'cause her ass is fat
I hit it in my old school - like classic rap
I'm so dope I wrap my CD's in plastic wrap
You don't got a chance even if you own acid rap
You don't got a chance, you got community chest
Shoot - I send back shots like a nudity text
I named my gun T - because it wants you to be next
I named my girl Bronx - because she's my soon to be ex
This that war going on outside - hoodie and killer shit
This that Eminem practicing in a mirror shit
This that call you out - pull your car - new shit
This that project park - pull up bar - music
This that brown dope - not that two-toned shit
This that how to survive in a group home kit
You' fourth down at the 20s -but I'm on my job
You wouldn't make it even if you go the whole nine yards
I could've did this shit the whole time
I lost my rap books - and found them sitting on a gold mine
Bar after bar like a - man
Yeah!
[Toxsikk intro]
Yooo
I slipped on my last shit
I'm not gonna do that this time
Huh, yo

[Toxsikk verse 2]
Let me show the crowd why off top
Every bar must belong in the pen - I never wrote it down
I got you ocean bound - it's getting deep
Better hold on to your life 'fore I jack it
'Cause you was supposed to drown
Ooh
I snap 'fore I pop - wrap it or not
I hustle martial art - I put the crack on the block
My after shot might just break off the latch 'fore I knock
'Cause nobody gets the key till I've put my hands on the Lock
Ooh boy, no sneaks, I got something to prove, boy
I'm in the cut with all my dogs just sharpening chew toys
We the Kids With Guns - and this drum got a new noise
I'm dodging every punch - see, I train like a new Floyd
Off the stretch, show respect, I hate my every breath
Me and the Devil had to make a billion dollar bet
I couldn't break his solar plex and tell him say it with your chest
I [?] every right - just to see what's left
Not a sweat, uh - flawless victory
Y'all this history
You gon' have to empty the bottle - it's hard to stick with me
Ay, my n***a, ain't no hard feelings
I'm only kidding
But I might just have the gut your kidney
To find the kid in me
I'm here to make a statement, Jason
You couldn't face it, get it?
Just because you made a payment - don't mean you made a living
I take every rappers' favorite - and then I hang you with 'em
Is some dead man waiting - and I just came to get him
[Axel Leon verse 2]
Look, look
My name's been slept on; they laid on it
Killed this beat before the thought about what to say on it
[?] bandwagon
Not bragging - but they on it
I wrote this right away - imagine spending a day on it
Stay on it
I go off of [?] so they don't let 'em - take shots
'Cause I'll get knocked and then escape with a fellow fellon
Knock 'em out and play it off
I'll shake 'em like: "Hello, Kevin, wake up! We cannot let them get this angle on Channel 7"
I don't keep my word - I break promises
Still in awe - they like me
After I burn bridges and swim across - look
[?] soul of a warrior [?] warrior
[?] with a ball cap, buttoned jersey warrior
Never knew these Kevon Looney fucking alternate warriors
[?] ultimate warrior
This is [?] from the bottom to glorious
A Bronx king snatching queens every time I walk through [?]
[?] eat a gloria - my ami, Florida
That's what I mean - four of 'em
Thug life - notorious
That's fucking awesome - [?] fucking a fucking foursome
Do it before some reason they thought I was [?]
Rappers into submission - never had a pot to flip, though
Now I got a pond to piss in
Wanna rep the east so much it make the guys in Compton listen
Can't see you really more honey - I showed the competition
They say that Bronx is different - and I'm from it

Yeah, my bad, that shit is brand new, y'all
Love y'all


KWG