body the nigga above u in 4 bahz

[mrbrillz]

If you die we'll rid the world of another boring tautology
so my condolences to the doctor performing the autopsy
I'm in another league of my own killing sheep with a stone
trying to sleep with unknown deep sea creatures at home
man I lost touch like I said something stupid on a date
but all the moves that I make just as suiting for my fate
that's why I fit the shoes of the great like: polish these
and tell you to move out the way like my name was Diogenes

I can tell you lost touch... wit reality//
he actually// fathoms he//
can rap wit me// this cat is geeked//
I Might Deck Munk//
Mic Dead Munk//
Multidimensionally Dissect Munk//

[mdmunk]

Rythm and rhyme is fine if you're killing your time
but spilling your mind like that man you're silly on vine
my shit is divine, that's why it grows psilocybin
and shine like a flashlight in the pyramid shrines
you better listen this time before I ball up a Gonzo fist
and break your head open like a neurobiologist
you got the jist? I'm your teacher and my student's been weary
trying to wake him up to explain about super string theory
man you're inferior so no wonder you didn't listen
when it's hard to understand the logics of modal realism
I'll take you out in a keystyle on this little website
or in a street fight out in real life, instill your bedtime
it's concrete, right? I ain't talking abstraction
and I got a mob behind me like a scholar in action
cuz real recognize real, that's the law of attraction
but I ain't talking bout numbers when your skull is in fractions
pwussyayyybiatchhh

[Virbius]

Monk? this a poor mormon v the fourth horseman.
I got angles for this friar like George Foreman.

“Skull in fractions”..? fam my lyricism could split Monk’s temples like religious schism.
I can scrape the brains and try to make up his mind if he likes, it’s his decision.
He’ll be talking “string theory” through a Steven Hawking voice box.
Bitch you couldn’t “recognise real” with a Voight-Kampff

[mrbrillz]

Rythm and rhyme is fine if you're killing your time
but spilling your mind like that man you're silly on vine
my shit is divine, that's why it grows psilocybin
and shine like a flashlight in the pyramid shrines
you better listen this time before I ball up a Gonzo fist
and break your head open like a neurobiologist
you got the jist? I'm your teacher and my student's been weary
trying to wake him up to explain about super string theory
man you're inferior so no wonder you didn't listen
when it's hard to understand the logics of modal realism
I'll take you out in a keystyle on this little website
or in a street fight out in real life, instill your bedtime
it's concrete, right? I ain't talking abstraction
and I got a mob behind me like a scholar in action
cuz real recognize real, that's the law of attraction
but I ain't talking bout numbers when your skull is in fractions
pwussyayyybiatchhh

My rhythm and rhyme// this shit is divine//
Im lyric inclined// 2 guns, 1st one hitting ya spine//
give you 15 out the second like a clip from the vine//
It's like I gave you molly, got u spilling ya mind//
no spirit science when I hurt ya merk ya merkaba//
imma boss, u a sherpa bruh//
u sound like u be surfing nuts//
I actually believe that realities modal//
Bow!, headshot now ya realities mobile//
Bullets whizzing by, sound like a Palestine yodel//
just cuz you use big words dont mean you actually dope dude//
It's like, u got lines of dope, but no dope lines//
none of ya line connect with the next like bow ties//
to beat me you gonna need aye verb showtime//
twork strapped in, a JC pop lock move wit a slow slide//
how am I inferior//
munk sounds like hes in fear hes a her//
fuckin tranny// prolly be wit Norm fuckin trannies//
if a bitch throw you pussy, youd try to fuck the fanny//
ya life ain't going nowhere, Like a busted tranny//
but "this is america" yea I fucks wit danny//
glove ya lover// dug her wit no glove she loved it//
plug munk wit a slug, it slumped him//
rolled him in a rug, then dump him//
something, something..., something,something, //
its rhymes so fuck it//
I do what I want, yous a muppet//
you rap like a roomba, how you be sucking//
I'm not bluffing ak// you softer than a muffin top//
ya bitch fat, her stomach got a muffin top//
I'll jig u no jello// I'm igloo cold fella//
Bars hotter than a bitch at coachella//
I killed you bitch, old yella//....

[Virbius]

Can you imagine a world with Brillz smashing the vocals?
Where he’s actually dope, not just tragically hopeful?
Yo I used to believe that “reality’s modal”..
Now I know that the one we’re in’s actually total.

[mrbrillz]

Can you imagine a world with Brillz smashing the vocals?
Where he’s actually dope, not just tragically hopeful?
Yo I used to believe that “reality’s modal”..
Now I know that the one we’re in’s actually total.

U only think theres one reality//
that's babish V// u actually //
think the world u live in is a masterpiece//
your perception is your reality//,
u only believe what u actually see//
but everything is energy and energy does not decease//

[mrbrillz]

Tt

[mrbrillz]

Rr

[Virbius]

Brillz like “your perception is your reality//”
Bitch, if I wanted the Dalai Lama to battle me..
You’ve been battling Monk too much. dude’s passive.
I leave greats awed like claymores and do damage.
Your life like your lines; it’ll end with two slashes.

[mrbrillz]

Brillz like “your perception is your reality//”
Bitch, if I wanted the Dalai Lama to battle me..
You’ve been battling Monk too much. dude’s passive.
I leave greats awed like claymores and do damage.
Your life like your lines; it’ll end with two slashes.

My llama so big, it need a dolly// u prolly//
An ignoble ignorant ignoramus//
who couldn't make a point in his head if he was sheamus//
its a shame Just// and the rest of you lame fucks//
Dont just die, and reincarnate as a seat on the bangbus//

[Slime Ooze]

Two slashes? You killin bitches with hyperlinks?
Two ratchets, blood splatter the screen like a cyber shrink
Ya bars stay hittin, straight off the loom, but the fibers weak
Battle Miles, Virb, I'll give you a different height to reach
Seems this herb been perturbed with my word selection
The nerves I'm wreckin mustn't disturb my brethren
Cuz this nerd's erection to what I conserve's perplexin
He wants the smoke, but doesn't deserve the session
But if he want smoke, I'll bring cans like the beekeeper
Mortician with poor vision, any body comes wit free ether
Did you really see Brillz beating me? Me either
You coming for Miles, but ain't prepped for the journey
They know when I get T'work, they leavin' strapped to the gurney
Try as they might to strike, they can't ignite to blaze nothin'
Skippin spots in the lineup, change faces n stay frontin'
Two sticks, they get to talking it ain't an oral report
Ya family giving you lotsa props, moral support
Kid'll get his ass beat til his vocal's distort
Gassed straight off the plane, like what the locals import
Be honest, ebonics? ya bars, they need phonics
Expecting top shelf service, instead the verbiage is weak tonics
I'm sorry to the fans, if I've broken this geeks promise
He's bad for business, the equivalent of leaked content
That's nonsense? O, keep gassin him like carbon monoxide
N I'll light up his night, when I bring the carbide outside
Takin this man's pride, it's a landslide victory
Imma let em chase those bullet wounds, cuz the cal ain't never did shit to me
Jackets with the red tips, pull a zipper til the flesh rips
Ya'll think you can style on Miles? This ain't even my best shit

[mrbrillz]

Only Miles I watch, is on my fitbit// you nitwit//
trick bitch// would prolly lick dick//
for a dipstick// this shit sick//
fuck Miles, I'm the u.k. ,so he dont count for nothing//
I'll pound your mug in//
for the cake like a personal//
u hurting who//
u tryna catch fire, but just dispersing fuel//
the grass I smoke so gas, it be merkin jews//
rocksteady, b bop, splinter, shells be squirting ooze...

[Slime Ooze]

Miles ready to leave a body stiff behind the glass like a mannicann,
Totin plastic explosives, he can't foresee what I'm brandishin, til I damage him
Usin the same cookie cutter style, you sure know how to handle a stencil
Pushin graphite through his insides like a mechanical pencil,
To say he savage is an insult
Make Brillz vanish on impulse
Fully loaded muzzle, put the strap to his dimples
Indulge in blood splatter as bullets smash though his temple
If I break it down for Brillz, it's gotta be simple
I'll kill you, stab you, let onna the homies grab you
Then crack through this New Testament exposing lies from the Book of Matthew
You trash dude, facts prove, I'm that smooth, and I'm Flash proof
Deconstruct your molecular structure, I ain't a wall you can pass through
You want a Justice League? You'll get a scar lit witch a wolverine claw
And I'll Doctor Strange Visions through mental incisions with a scopolamine saw
Catch the Hawk through a gut man, you couldn't flip it as a stunt man
You got gyped, see - like Beiber tryna lip sync
Leave a hole in ya side wit big cannons, watch the ship sink
You would think adverse reactions are in fashion the way these scripts link
I know I'm doper than most, contrary to what these gimps think
Is this Ape Real? (April) the way shells Splinter through sewer walls
He can't reproduce through ooze with his previously neutered balls
I keep the Rock Steady flowin through the streets
Glass blower with that fire, like I'm throwin up heat
What I'm packin leave em absent minded, when his cerebellum hits the pavement
In the throes of rigormortis, I bet this tortoise still won't say shit

[Virbius]

Two slashes? You killin bitches with hyperlinks?
Two ratchets, blood splatter the screen like a cyber shrink
Ya bars stay hittin, straight off the loom, but the fibers weak
Battle Miles, Virb, I'll give you a different height to reach
Seems this herb been perturbed with my word selection
The nerves I'm wreckin mustn't disturb my brethren
Cuz this nerd's erection to what I conserve's perplexin
He wants the smoke, but doesn't deserve the session
But if he want smoke, I'll bring cans like the beekeeper
Mortician with poor vision, any body comes wit free ether
Did you really see Brillz beating me? Me either
You coming for Miles, but ain't prepped for the journey
They know when I get T'work, they leavin' strapped to the gurney
Try as they might to strike, they can't ignite to blaze nothin'
Skippin spots in the lineup, change faces n stay frontin'
Two sticks, they get to talking it ain't an oral report
Ya family giving you lotsa props, moral support
Kid'll get his ass beat til his vocal's distort
Gassed straight off the plane, like what the locals import
Be honest, ebonics? ya bars, they need phonics
Expecting top shelf service, instead the verbiage is weak tonics
I'm sorry to the fans, if I've broken this geeks promise
He's bad for business, the equivalent of leaked content
That's nonsense? O, keep gassin him like carbon monoxide
N I'll light up his night, when I bring the carbide outside
Takin this man's pride, it's a landslide victory
Imma let em chase those bullet wounds, cuz the cal ain't never did shit to me
Jackets with the red tips, pull a zipper til the flesh rips
Ya'll think you can style on Miles? This ain't even my best shit

“Hyperlinks” is quite legit. coz your text blew.
Only Built For Hyperlinks; we the next Wu.
I could step through in lead shoes and still jump Miles.
Unrivalled. you and Brillz the new Gun Titles.

You can enter the fray but wait, your “fibre’s weak’.
If I’m gunning for Miles, that’s a sniper’s piece.
It’s kinda like your style.. giant reach:
Yo I loaned it, now I fire from above, I.. hire heat.

When these slugs go for Miles.. leaving Slime on the floor.
Remember when Tuna bit your lines from before..?
I thought he wrote it himself; shit skills.
..I voted for Nora ..who bit Lil Ill.

[Slime Ooze]

You talking shit about bars that were provided for your viewing pleasure
I'mma take a chip off your block, you'll get clipped for the pruning measures
I'm bored with the floors, you should really learn to mop
And I can tell your ass an informant, cuz you're too addicted to that slop

When I drop bombs, they span the map like a tactical nuke
When this puss stomp through, I'll snatch his magical boots
Scalp getting peeled back, we talking actual fruit
A sniper's piece for Miles? Let's be practical duke

Here Piggie Piggie, it's clear I gotta get to diggin
You'll get a luxury sized casket, I love flashin for expensive women
Tuna used those canned lines, like landmines to step on when they blew up
"Stomp through with lead shoes" - Please stop, I just threw up.