Head Hunters - Haiku

Rec Riddles

(I'm here) This just vivid visions from venomous villains, rigorous rhythms

Feel like some things missing. I try to restore the feeling

Haiku in the dojo, Riley pass the doja

We’re ultra mcs watching for MKUltra

Do this for my culture. They try to keep us local

Slugs for these vultures, I squeezed from my vocals

Light a bomb in ProTools. Hard drives is hardwired

The devil been on me. I stay god inspired

Foot prints in the sand, and they’re saying I’m the man

But in order to be the man, you learn to be a man

Ric Flair swagger, fatigue jackets and beaded bracelets

Makeshift, filled with lies, envy, and hatred

Live from the basement, allow me to shapeshift

Lyricist to producer, I shut down your stages

From Brick City to U-City up to Chi-Town

When this joint come on, y’all n****s better (Get down)

Riley B

It’s been a minute, so let’s cut to the chase

Chitter chatter from behind, but never much in your face

Be them same old n****s that be running in place

Keep it real with myself, ‘cause I know what’s at stake

I know I’m one of the greats, and never had a hard time

Standing behind bars, never did hard time

Make them listen and envision the dream

Watch a n**** switch flows like the visiting team

Run and of course pass ya, young and of course classic

My life got no handle, Morpheus sunglasses

Got it down to a science like a test tube

It was s*** I had to go through like a flesh wound

I like pressure, pushing to the rocks

You mad I’m versatile, can’t put me in a box?

Ready for the weigh-in, put lil' n****s in playpens

No handouts, so I made a f***ing way in

Haiku

Yea. You know who it is

It’s the illest lyricist, vocabulary specialist

I’d have 10 albums out if I wasn’t such a perfectionist

Amateurs bragging ‘bout what they put together is effortless

I’m twisting bars like Tetris and making sure every section fits

Every page is like an oil refinery load

The pen controls liquid gold ‘til it finally flows

And when I write, my primary mode is binary code

Aged to perfection, every rhyme is like a winery ode

It’s like you’re witnessing a Renaissance, similar to sniffing rocks

Sure to make you itch in spots as if you’re covered in chickenpox

Rappers sending shots hoping for a «pad and pen» response

Instead I give them that «cut them in half and grin», Zantetsuken response

My lyrics sharp and cut deeper than a Masamune

I laugh at groupies while lavender sake passes through me after sushi

The album’s out and all I ask

Is that you go and check it out like white people in a slasher movie

Altayzie

Hey yo, I’m ready for anything Ku. I’ve got your back in the attack zone

Password never needed for activating my rap drone

Happily I’m smacking these amateur rappers back home

With icy pen-skills, sending chills upon their backbones

I shatter them, lock them in the basement with the rats

And let them taste the fate of rabies in their veins from all the bats

Impatiently waiting to isolate them to the max

‘Cuz I won’t let them see the Sun until they start to see the facts

My passive aggressive ass will let you answer the question

Of whether or not I came with a relevant topic lesson

Start confessing, I’m far-fetched when the guards are resting

So pardon me if I’m harmfully harping in your direction

Forever taking aim on anybody who utters

Ridiculous hate claims, decaying out of the gutters

So pay your dues, stay under roofs to take cover

And learn your lesson: You never should’ve f***ed with Head Hunters