WKCR 89.9 Freestyle 4/20/2000 Necro (Ft. Mr Hyde)
"WKCR 89.9 Freestyle 4/20/2000" by Necro (Ft. Mr. Hyde) is a #HipHop track that showcases raw lyricism and dark themes, reflecting on violence, death, and underground culture. The freestyle format emphasizes spontaneity and authenticity, with intense delivery and grim beats. Its impact lies in its representation of hardcore hip-hop and underground artistry.
[Necro]
Check it
Yo, you know this beats brutal
We ain't come to play games, I'm extremely blunt
Shut this shit off if you're a squeamish cunt
That can't handle seeing the front of a head blown off for being dumb
Stop the pushing, pulling and screaming
Death is ugly 'cause you fear it, It's beautiful to demons
So what you bust chrome? Take away your skin you're just bones
Get ya' guts blown out ya' stomach 'til pus forms then you're an unknown
Better run home, your spine stabbed from behind
Your physical destroyed like a mortician's mind
Crucifix you when I shoot the pistol and blow off your fucking head
All of your body parts are superficial, useless tissue
You'll get beat with fists 'til blood's running down the concrete like piss
My drug medicates
Leave you dead and stiff like that bitch with a head of snakes
My butchering is flavor like Little Debbie cakes
I'll drop an excellent beat then burn it up like Mexican heat
Like dissection of meat I'll cut the track to pieces
It's all about making G's
So, yo, please, if I could I would sell crack to Jesus
The world is death, blood, sodomy, war
The world is death, blood, sodomy, more
The monster of gore, entrepreneur, constantly raw
Watch every riddle unfold, life is short and you have little control
Once your kidney gets old and your flesh is brittle and cold
You'll find yourself in the middle of an old folks home sitting alone
DIE!
I ain't playin'
Check it
Yo, you know this beats brutal
We ain't come to play games, I'm extremely blunt
Shut this shit off if you're a squeamish cunt
That can't handle seeing the front of a head blown off for being dumb
Stop the pushing, pulling and screaming
Death is ugly 'cause you fear it, It's beautiful to demons
So what you bust chrome? Take away your skin you're just bones
Get ya' guts blown out ya' stomach 'til pus forms then you're an unknown
Better run home, your spine stabbed from behind
Your physical destroyed like a mortician's mind
Crucifix you when I shoot the pistol and blow off your fucking head
All of your body parts are superficial, useless tissue
You'll get beat with fists 'til blood's running down the concrete like piss
My drug medicates
Leave you dead and stiff like that bitch with a head of snakes
My butchering is flavor like Little Debbie cakes
I'll drop an excellent beat then burn it up like Mexican heat
Like dissection of meat I'll cut the track to pieces
It's all about making G's
So, yo, please, if I could I would sell crack to Jesus
The world is death, blood, sodomy, war
The world is death, blood, sodomy, more
The monster of gore, entrepreneur, constantly raw
Watch every riddle unfold, life is short and you have little control
Once your kidney gets old and your flesh is brittle and cold
You'll find yourself in the middle of an old folks home sitting alone
DIE!
I ain't playin'
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