THE TOP GUNS
VYSE FEAT. NIVLA, SON SHINE, & MYTH

(ALL)
yea introducing the one the only......NIVLA

(Nivla spits)
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(ALL)
Lets light this shit up!

(Son-Shine)

yo...I battle annoyin harmless foolz for no reason no matter the season/
it could be summer hot or winter freezin, easy victories I'm seezin/
my spits will make you faggots feel so small like your spine was curled/
breezin flows hittin ya so hard after 4 hours they still got your body
twirled/
then transport you to your grave to go and try to dominate the underworld/
rippin off your skin to create a windscreen when it's totally unhurled/
I'm ill enough to cause an earthquake and get the earth out of its rotation/
while you wont even be hot during your cremation, a slow death is what
you're facin/
I'm gonna wreck your sorry asses while I aint even usin 10 procent of my
brain's ability/
my versatility unites and causes extreme hostility, beatin me aint no
possibility/
turnin your spinal court 180 degrees so you can eat your own shit/
battlin you till you're out of breath cuz my shit is such a damn tight fit/
while you are cheap, like comparison shopping in some African nation/
even in an xtc trip you aint got no inspiration, time to get your career to
its termination/
my venomous metaphors spit holes in your body, leaving numerous blood
fountains/
steppin up to us is more dangerous than climbing all Rocky Mountains/
the no. 1 wack rapper persecutors, ready and willing for any combat in
perpetuity/
I'm ill enough to serve your ass like a waiter and still get away with a
gratuity/
realize that this notorious squad is terrible to you after we made your life
fuckin unbearable/
leavin ya in slow anguish uncomparable to any soft disease bein easy
repairable/
I dont give a fuck whether you're dead or half livin, thats why I'm
unforgiven/
when you're bein tortured in hell we'll get more acknowledgements than
Thanksgiving/

(MYTH)
My dogs come out the blue like ex-crips/
Ready to sleep a nigga like Fed Ex-quick/
Hottest cat a nigga on some infamous next-shit/
We destroy opponent's freestyle and wreck-clicks/
I'm a Top Gun in the sky like Tom-Cruise/
Myth the Air Force mc the way I bomb-crews/
Leave clicks in pieces spread-on-floors/
I count to three niggas is dead-on-four/
I'm the sickest, netcee ever witnessed/
when niggas diss-this, wait a few minutes/
Them pussies on their knees begging forgiveness/
Lyrically Infamous Top-Gun bout nothing but business/
I do rap till I die like Pun, Pac-And-Big/
Already been shot at by cops-and-kids/
I started on this board as no one and worked my way to number-one/
It took almost a year, but I'm hear till this summer's-done/

ITS TIME FOR THE V-Y-S-E

yo its VYSE and im still "as cold as ice"
you fake thugs are gonna pay "the sacrifice"
filling your brains with lyrical imagination,
step up to anyone of you bitches with no hesitation,
my sex rhymes get yall virgin ass off on masturbation,
the gov't got me on watch cause i wanna take over the nation,
im planning a global warming thats too hot for Satan,
to hot for yall to be haten,
the heat is coming from my gun which got yall shakin and bakin,
I blast shots that got yall moving in slow-mo,
the flash devlops shots fast then the one hour photo,
we pimping you bitches yall scared like abused hoes,
you run so much Laducris cant keep up with your "Area Codes"
"WE ---GONN--- MAKE--- IT"
your ice life and cash we gonn take it,
your future present and past we gonn brake it,
young ones and vets you all know the new name,
cause after i write shit you switch up your game,
this is serious potential i see being wasted,
you get shut down from the board before you true talent is even tasted,
"to the depths of hell" is where you'll be landing,
cause my gun talent is like Bruce Willis in "LAST MAN STANDING",
you gun dont get warm cause your body's getting cold,
or you dont even get a shot off cause theres no scent of  "GUNPOWDER COLOGNE"
one shot his out the window one shot thats in his face,
one shot to the heart now im heading for the safe,
niggas know me for doing crazy shit cause my mind is not straight,
i'll leap off a plane without a parachute like Keanu Reeves in "Point Break"
anything to get my man or in my case the fake thug nigga,
ready to shoot a bullet but afraid to take one nigga,
you wanna live till to see your children grow then you stand by me,
its the V-Y-S-E from the NYC,
i flowed hot through all the winter season,
you wanna know why im mad then read the "REASON"
oh yea that bullet aint mine it must be his,
cause i shoot to kill "CAUSE THATS WHAT IT IS"
all the fucking odds we done beat it again,
i know you feeling this heat so scroll up and read it again! nigga!

Reasons:
(VYSE)
thats for all you niggas who wanna challange me, all you niggas who said i was trash, all you niggas who dont think i cant pull it off...SHOW SOME FUCKING RESPECT!