Mortal Combat
Ill Kase, the Hypnotist, Face & Aristokrat
Aristokrat: One Life EP, 2000
-Ill Kase-
I battle many arch enemies, and snakes to the griddle
warriors fear me, cuz I'm flagrant but brittle
every time I start shit up, lives I take wit a pistol
you ain't protected enough, that's an apron, this a missle
I'm like Jamaicans that hit dope, the message in a bottle
that I sent has been soaked, I bust your shit wit Kempo
then spend whole lifetimes, fatalitizing you
I shine like icy jewels, you fuckin' wit the wrong crew
I'll be up on you, like white on rice
and snap ya spine on pipes, that I swing
bringin' the pain and mass-hysteria, and let loose my terrier
to heaven he will carry ya, nine lives I will bury ya
unconsciously, while hittin' the bombest trees
gettin' ass and cash, is the philosophy
so like 4 x 1, I'm the basis of this
date-rapin' ya bitch, Ill Kase is the shit, nigga
CHORUS:
If real is how you keep it, then we can get a [Friendship]
If beef is what you want, then you want [Fatality]
[Keep it real wit me I keep it real wit you]
-the Hypnotist-
Shut up...I'll stick tape on ya lips and wait for you to make a mistake
make a quick plate of disgrace and call you nicknames
I'm like a brick gate, I'm 5'10" my pen is 6'8"
you'll catch a sick case of fist-face up in this place
I'll stick your wrist in a lake, and use your hand for fish bait
then sit back and sip grapes, my arm around ya bitch waist
I'll kick you in the shit-case so hard I'll make you spit waste
and leave a sick taste, now that's for thinkin' you could dictate
you rockin' more blocks, then this is where the tour stops
swing back and forth clocks, send you back to school of the soft knocks
you bolder, I'll throw more rocks, so leave windows and doors locked
re-con with your mom at Fort Cocks where every shots a sure shot
call me piano teacher, make ya girl hit them C-sharps
ya ammo's weaker, I'm the ish, you just a peep fart
ya sweeter than a tea cart, I'll dis you til the beef starts
yo bring ya family tree, I'll make me mark on your tree bark
CHORUS
-Face-
This is a killer's story; straight up some Murder She Wrote
sendin' death messages, smear the blood on the note
sacrifice a goat, wipe off the blood on my coat
this ain't Noahs boat, it ain't enough room for us both
I get sick, sick enough to do the worst sins
and read the bible while I start to rip your soul out ya skin
smack ya bitch, put on my Tims, and stomp a hole in ya chest
tear out ya spine, rip out ya heart and push my fist down ya neck
you sweat like Keith when beef, burn em with the heat
one on three, I'll bull-dog you in the middle of the street
you see, Ill leave you weak after battlin' shit
It's like kryptonite pussy on a Superman dick
I flip the fuck out, and bust ya moms in the mouth
and then I pull the shotty out without a doubt to spread you out
big mouth like trout, get up in you, blow ya body out
get out my house, my dojo, yaw'll niggas minnier than mouse
CHORUS
-Aristokrat-
Everybody put ya mic down, don't even hit the beat at all
the demon spawn, toss all three of yaw'll in front of speeding cars
I'll DDT you in the street, leave you wit a bleeding scar
I keep it raw, never sleep at all like troops in Vietnam
in yaw'll direction I aim, when I escape from my cage
infectin' ya brains, for years for 90 seconds of pain
and you don't even understand, shit you makin' me sick
Rocky VI; see my dick in Adrian's lips, while takin' a piss
ya weak like decaf, yo run the beat back and we could have a rematch...
yo, that's where I stomp you to a fossil faster than a fuckin' mongoose
lock you and your mom dukes in a cage, and feed you hot puke
until your stomach pops, who the one who keep it hot as hell
remainin' on the top, while you on the bottom shelf
yo, ya wack rhymes, keep em in ya mouth like Akinyele
yo I forever drop jewels while you all rot in hell
© Hypnotik 2005