unfinished collab from the previous NC (feat. Genocide

[oats]

I'ma be illmatic till I'm ready to die
Fuckin you doggy style with liquid swords, machetes inside
All 36 chambers of your pelican pride
there's just no reasonable doubt to how we're better with rhymes
so step to the side, analyze and start to search for meaning
in whatever endeavor that leaves you hurt for reaching
but when the sediment settles beneath the words you're reading
I defy you to find a single bar that isn't worth repeating

the work of demons, this shit been in the making for months
You weak writers playing god should have been praying to us
The waiting is done, I've seen enough false idols and profets..
To make a nigga wanna dumb out in spite of my logic
Homocidal with topics, turning every piece I've composed to classic
The way the priest turns water to wine if your roman catholic
I'm what grows in cabinets where its cold and blackest
Get your soul ripped out in here as if you didn't know what happens

Geno and oats the rap savages known as black magic
The most advanced standin so don't be haphazard
Too close you'll catch cancer, the flow is stacked canisters holding gas, plastic explosives
Thats havoc for clones and wack amateurs
Ho's get backhanded and bros get Snap! Crackle! and...domes get capped backwards now toast to that, scavengers-
A massacre, so quit bragging your successes
Y'all so average it's staggering, we got failures more impressive

We rarely show low aggression, contrary to those who doubt
While your fearing the revelation, we carry the omen out
Voluntarily broke it down, oats renowned, gen as crafty as hell seems
Lousville to your chimes, theres baseball bats in your bellfries
Oatmeals hazard to health leaves me to clean up the waste
But your deaths will come as slowly as the speed of decay
While you deplete everyday, the pain of my verse gets intense
Blow off some steem through stab wounds, its your personal vent

Putting the circus to rest, you clowns are sad and corny
These rounds? Inflammatory, melting the elderly down to statutory
The crown's been managed poorly, our reign is mandatory
Geno and Oats - the heart of the street and the brain of the laboratory

[oats]

underrated right here @Genocide

[Vulgar]

I'ma be illmatic till I'm ready to die
Fuckin you doggy style with liquid swords, machetes inside
All 36 chambers of your pelican pride
there's just no reasonable doubt to how we're better with rhymes
so step to the side, analyze and start to search for meaning
in whatever endeavor that leaves you hurt for reaching
but when the sediment settles beneath the words you're reading
I defy you to find a single bar that isn't worth repeating

the work of demons, this shit been in the making for months
You weak writers playing god should have been praying to us
The waiting is done, I've seen enough false idols and profets..
To make a nigga wanna dumb out in spite of my logic
Homocidal with topics, turning every piece I've composed to classic
The way the priest turns water to wine if your roman catholic
I'm what grows in cabinets where its cold and blackest
Get your soul ripped out in here as if you didn't know what happens

Very tight sections from both. Good stuff.

Putting the circus to rest, you clowns are sad and corny
These rounds? Inflammatory, melting the elderly down to statutory
The crown's been managed poorly, our reign is mandatory
Geno and Oats - the heart of the street and the brain of the laboratory

This part was sick.

Traditional collab, refreshing.

[Dove Dozer]

This piece was seamless. Very polished. Nice read guys. Peep my shit if you want..