[Tech N9ne]
Follow me, all around the planet, [bad word] the gamut on psychology
They could never manage, we do damage wit’ no apology
Pick ‘em out the panic, a little manic ’cause I gotta be
Frantic, I’ma jam it ’cause I’m an oddity
Down for the trackin’ like I’m grabbin’ at my binoculars
I could pop at you, papa, ’cause I’m partners wit’ Waka Flocka
Gimme the top of hip-hop and watch ‘im make ‘em rock
With a show-stopper, chakras poppin’ off the (Worldwide Choppers)
If you anybody, you notice it
Take as the pinnacle, now the ideal nickel solos it
Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it
Yo, when it exposed, the flow be hold it, ’cause when that motor spit
A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear
Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near my heirs
Gimme the knock and I’ma chop it, he came and it went tomorrow
But I’ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas

Hit ‘em up and get ‘em up, I ain’t done, I ain’t did enough
Trippin’ when I rip it, I be the X when I split ‘em up
Sorta like I was liquored up and backin’ up in the cup
Everybody be knowin’ I be actin’ up when I buzz
From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin’ the stamina
If you never been a fan of the man, the planet’s unanimous
Killa Kaz’ll [bad word] anybody, Tech is calamitous
Leave ‘em in the dust, anybody, Tech when I’m standin’ up

Tech is hostile, he’s awful
He really be wicked when he off in the bottle
You wit’ it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle
He’s thinkin’ he can give it the Poe and toss it Picasso
Killin’ everybody off is the motto
And I be the only chopper that’s tossed in the brothel
You said it’s pathetic, my head is off in the taco
I sped and you bled and you in the convo when I go

[Hook]
I’m light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you [bad word] bring it right here
Can’t clown me
 [bad word] ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me

(K.C.)

Check it, I’m ahead of ‘em, chop it up with the veteran
legend developin’, they gotta tell ‘im it’s evident
Gotta notice an elephant, none of you niggas relevant’
You delicate, I’m lovin’ every second of this

(Denmark)

(?)

(Alabama)

[Yelawolf]
What if I ran into you wit’ a Pogo stick?
Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah’s Witness?
Wit’ a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet
And I threw up more tracks like I was playin’ Hamlet?
Syllable burnin’, that internal damage
Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock
Under an oak tree, like I was peelin’ pecans
But instead, I’m peelin’ rappers’ heads, makin’ a sam-a-wich
Think I’ma turn into and put a bullet inside of a
 [bad word] from Westside, a 1987 box
I’m headed up, yeah, headed for bucks
 [bad word] ‘em all, make ‘em feel my dread like I had a head of locks
Feelin’ rebuffed, like you had that shot
But I hopped on the [bad word]  beat and I worldwide chopped
Wanna I [bad word] wit’ Tech N9ne, well, then fine
I smoke a beat wit’ Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why not?
Really don’t need to show any more of my [bad word] 
But [bad word] across the stadium in a pair of your socks
In a trenchcoat wit’ the pencil and a watch
Then drop a verse before you can focus to beat the clocks
Slumerican is out of control
Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go
But I’m a dump [bad word]  just send another load
Peter Piper dump a pile of peppers in your throats
Wit’ an alien probe

[Hook]
I’m light years
Ahead of my peers
Want some, you [bad word] bring it right here
Can’t clown me
 [bad word] ’round me
Bow down, I was crowned when they found me

Twista! (Chicago)

[Twista]
Like I gotta focus up in my rhythm
Or loosen the venom and hit ‘em and give ‘em astig-a-ma-tism
And then I’ma spit ‘em somethin’ so full of vengeance
That everybody’ll wanna devour the pieces of my enemies ’cause of cannibalism
Breakin’ ‘em off into particles, they get in a