Off the album "Antisocial Cues"

LYRICS: [BERD]
You wanna battle in my house, then Imma smack you in the mouth,
Cause I'm the baddest cat to rap beyond a shadow of a doubt,
So it don't matter what you bout, cause I'm here to be the source of all this motherfuckin' damage,
Yes I be, following recipe that most cannot manage,
Here's some food, you can't undo, the fact that I got more heat than the sun do,
Plus, I'm making you look like God Son too, I'm turning war into an art like Sun Tzu,
Check one two, power of the relic in my right hand taken from the mic stand,
I could bring peace with these rhymes so tight and, I'd still be down to start a motherfuckin' fight, man,
Get raw, break a jaw, and a couple ribs too, kidnap your kids too, straight outta the crowd,
What, you a father? bet you so fukken proud, turn you into a martyr if you get fukken loud,
You better focus mayne, when I roast your ass on an open flame, don't complain,
I'll choke a lame, then smoke a Game, till my dopest brain becomes the most insane,
I hope for pain, cause it feel so nice, the only damn thing that's real in this life,
The appeal of the knife, as it plunges through the throat of the goats, pidgeons, rats that squeal in the night,
Since it's my way or the high way, Imma give you the boot quick straight onto Route six,
And don't be surprised when the hand I salute with just so happens to be the same hand I shoot with.

[SOUND BREAKER]
We be the boys rockin' all the tops off the girls with the hot bods just to get our rocks off
They ain't tellin' us to stop so we pop-off shots from the glocks in our pants like we lockstock
Two barrels smokin'/We Kumar and Harold tokin', thinkin' that we damn-well jokin'
We leave your body in a barrel floatin' in the ocean/By the way/How's that goin'?
Wanna see a show/Then abra-kadabra/Bad men stab ya/Hit 'em in the lungs like a gas made of asthma
If you Wanna clash then step up/I'll bash ya like a disaster
They call me Breaker, first name Sound
Beatin' punks up as I'm layin' lines down
Me an' Berd spit the words that you heard/The absurd verses of a geek and a nerd
We the fleet of foot on the street/So good with the beat/So fast we blurred
Entertain alla y'all with a change in refrain and a cane to the arse of a range of insane
phrases and thangs you never seen before but believe me/You won't be deterred
And if you're thinkin' your shit don't stink then please believe me/Your rose is a turd
You're over and out and broke at the mouth and that's what you only deserve
So go be the worst while we throw these a curve in the form of an SB verse
And a poem in flame from the golden brain of the one-and-only Big Berd!

[BERD]
...Breaker Breaker, do you fukken copy,
We the hardest and there's no denyin' I ain't lyin' we some lions, motherfucker tryin' fukken stop me,
I'm silly with the syllables, my rhymes are spiritual, delivered by a physical god,
I've been eatin' up your deities so easily, don't speak to me unpeacably cause you is just a little ol' fraud,
Wanna start shit with us then you better bring your whole crew, y'all mawfuckers won't know what to do,
Kill you and burn your bodies, we call it soul food, wanna know why? Cause your soul is our food,
Totally dude, radical and fantastical, but this ain't fantasy as you're about to see so can it, B,
Why are all these punks so damned to be steppin up to plate to meet their fate but they can't handle me,
You just don't get it, don't you know I'm musically divine?
Now, abuse is well and fine Imma be stupid with my rhymes that are unusually refined and confuse you all the time.
Just try to process that, and try real hard,
But you better salute the real stars.

SALUTE!