THE TOP GUNS PT. 2
VYSE FEAT. LAZE, MYTH, SONSHINE, & NIVLA

-----Vyse-----
uh uh yea, uh uh yea,
Clap ya glocks together I say Clap ya glocks together,
We keeping it gangsta right now and 4 ever,
fuck ya lyrical and fuck ya spiritual,
this gunhill thug keep it nothing but physical,
Robbing you niggas then taking it back to base,
with the mission impossible masks so i never keep the same face,
in the bank they saw George Jetson robbing the safe,
holding it down right here in the city that lost its Crown,(NYC)
no matter how many cops around my slugs go pound for pound,
making ants learn how jump off the ground, (look out!)
people barricade there windows cause they know my gun sound, (that's vyse's gun)

"Is Brooklyn up in the house (Yeah) Then get the fuck out
I don't represent no borough, im thorough and i thug it out"(Malycious)

this is for my niggas who keep it straight to the streets,
we playing for keeps,
this member is about controlling the heat and making quick cash,
then show you bitches why im the "Message Board Badass",
blow up ya whole crew all at the same time for the ultima prize,
cause like the lady says in NBA Street "Street Wise",
I show more patriotism then any other American can do,
I dump the weak niggas and take the strong to form a crew,
I can do it all I told you niggas im back,
My mind is like Sweet Tooth in Twisted Metal Black.(oooh)
we aint going nowhere like the words from P. Diddy,
but I write rhymes and checks and keep my style gritty,
who's better Kiss or Beanie?.....fuck them niggas its Vyse,
while they hugging springer caught Genuine and Sisqo just living "THE LIFE",
Before Freeway cries again and Fabolous spells his name,
Just remember Vyse is the Top Gun & Undiscovered King of the Game.


----Laze----
Fuck tha cats who turn this game into a whack craft
Spit so much heat, tha flames causin' back drafts
Comin' straight off tha streets that neva sleep
Walk strapped wit 9 rounds, Always holdin' my ground
"New York State of Mind"- nobody fuck wit this town
I'm detramental, go get ya pencils
I'll still burn off ya flesh N' use ya bones as a stencil
Hear my loco vocals, I'll call up interstate to battle out of local
Got cats scared under eyewitness protection
Cuz tha names are bein' crossed off my hitlist collection
I'm a bust a lead cap, I ain't playin
U'll have ya head wrapped, like Osoma Bin Laden
It's 1 Love, 1 Nation
Fuck all tha playa hatin, cats who try run it
I'm goin to tha Gun Smith, cuz now ya done it
U don't rap 4 fun, U gotta love it
Possess tha potential 2 be a genius
Take tha spotlight N' redeem it
Or I could qualify 4 a mass murderer
If I don't like ya, "BAM", I neva heard of ya...

----Myth----
When I first spit here I used to stress-the-thug/
Evolved into story telling dropped "Of Flesh-and-Blood"/
Me, Sin, and Shine formed the School of Hardknocks/
3 men 2 from Jersey and 1 from Far-Rock/
We decided to take over this Internet rapping/
Me and Sinister proved "War is a Bad-Thing"/
Still people felt I wasn't living the Hard Knock way/
I told them what it was like "Street Life in Ambush, NJ"/
Only thing I haven't done was be Crowned-the-King/
Other than that I remain the Profoundest-Thing/
Ate a lot of rappers and wiped them off-my-plate/
But it seems in my mind I've been lost-&-late/
I lost focus my train of thought got derailed/
But I'm coming back to once more spit street-tails/
B/c on this board we like family thicker-than-water/
This time I will once more I'm bigger-and-"Harder"/

----Son Shine----
Contenders feeble and weak MC's,  couldn't come close-wit-hit, if I stood still and chose-to-stick-it/
Not even close, it's so cold it froze-simplistic, leaving you in devastation when I rose-to-rip-it/
So diminishing, puts your heart-at-arrest , Even when your on your own you still can’t start-at-best/
My rhyming overwhelming power, like Moses I part-the-rest, leaving you stood out like a tarts-dress//
You still couldn’t get recognition as an Emcee if you were on the evening-news/
Singing the blues, like ‘I’m not that wack, it was jus deceiving-reviews’/
The only time when‘Your a Winner’ is when I transform to a cannibal and start eating-for-dinner/
I wouldn’t bite if you were a demonic spitting sinner, i’ll jus leave you in embarrassment when you think your great for beating-a-beginner/
Your retreating before I deliver, You still couldn’t beat me if I came wit a one man infantry/
SOHKC rhymes are royal like a prince-to-be, weaken you wit one shot and devastate instantly/
Run you flat over like a steam-roller, no mercy killing whatever like a mean-soldier/
This scene’s-over, butchered up left in to pieces like a lean-shoulder/
Your worthless-verse, i’ll disperse-you-worse, you couldn’t come ill if a witch came caste her disturbed-curse/
My horrific, self explicit verse, putting you on a one way ticket to intensive care wit visions of a blurred-nurse/
I win like a ‘Mortal Kombat’ flawless-victory, your forgotten like gormless-history/
You get fucked up continusly, like in any location your wreckless-bitch-be//


---NIVLA---
Its the verbal mastermind striking wit the faster rhymes/
Flow mistaken for one of those disaster terror crimes/
Fuckin wita Top Gun, will change your whole life like Ginuwine/
Fuck you young niggaz who always wanna act like cool dudes/
I leave them school dudes, bodies chalked up like pool cues/
Spit nuttin but that voltage, my mind bulit like a circuit/
You rappin clown niggaz should get a job at the circus/
Nivla still here, raping mics and ejaculating flows like seamen/
Niggaz rhymes is outta shape, they need to "exercise" their demons/
You thought you was nice? Top Guns will soon change your beliefs/
The way I steal the show, I'm Americans Most Wanted lyrical thief/
Courts in session, and your weak rhymes been acquitted/
My bars so hard, if they was questions they'd be omitted/
My flow comes from a New Era, nigga read my fitted/
Anthrax in my asscrack has already been submitted/
So when I verbally shyt on you niggaz, It gets transmitted.