Wot U Chattin Bout *Featuring Ray Vendetta

Verse One: Ray Vendetta

Ray of light, break emcees down to a molecule/
You man are youts, and they cant eat solid food/
Claim to have bars and couldn't even count one/
They spittin poop they already know the out come/
Picking up a weight that their arms cant hold/
And they compromise putting price tags on their soul/
Its a minstrel show all these clowns are hopeless/
Stand up comedians/
Straight up jokers/
Culprits get pointed out like where's Woolly/
So I don't need to loose my sleep/
There's no worry/
And I don't battle much/
But my sword stay sharp/
So I spit like a jet stream
Rain shower darts/
Its torrential thoughts crash round in my mental/
I'm skilled on the M-I
Skilled with a pencil/
Sketching a blueprint of ways to rappers out/
They weak spittas/
What the hell they chattin bout?/


Verse Two: Hey!Zeus.I

I'm a monster like Ermon/
These bitches bourbon/
Adam like Festa/
Get an Hey!Zeus sermon/
Emcees pussy and Boydem are murkin/
Tink tings custie then blood your not observing/
Wont get a word in/
You can find me lurkin/
Posed position /
With the index certain/
Don't work in reality like Sikhs with low turbon/
More observing, baby coming from a virgin/
No runnin' from the hurtin'/
System caught in life's wheel of fortune/
Tables are turning/
Last stand, final curtain/
What yall, its the final curtain/

Verse Three: Teknical Development.IS

Lost in the sound I'm vexed, living on Earth/
Days pass out the speakers/
Nothing but emcees corrupted/
Cracking the minds of the youth with their ball shit/
Wash the brains of these young girls/
Evolve to dancing bitches/
Slave to the gold in your rhymes/
Flick the light, the demon speaks/
With that heat that kills/
Burn your soul for the rape over sound/
Disgusted, Tek Ray and Zeus combination like a drink/
We spit on your grave/
Sounds insane but I mean it/
Reveal the picture with the use of alphabetic arrangement/
Through the use of magic over mind/
We summon every part of the beat/
We give em' life/
No revenge it takes place whilst on stage/
Spittin, in front of masses/
Sorry to say they dumb fucks/
Out the speaker steps your nemesis/
The one that ends the life of assassins/
Now you feel the pain of the rape/
The metal version, brain starts to leak/
The sickest thing you ever flow/
Thoughts linger as the spells break/
The people standing once like the living dead/
Now refreshed, now we drop it on some real shit/
The vibe, the sound we create 'very therapeutic'/
Beats By Zeus create life heard on the quest/
To hang the souls of the verbal's spittas slingin'/
Lyrical design to destroy the mind/
Through your words, not important/
Hold the thought on new life/
The canvas to grow leads to ended life like abortion/