Casually bringing this back because it’s too good not to.
Guy: Spit a flow, man. Spit a flow.
Tablo: Spit a drunken flow?
Guy: Spit a drunken flow.
Tablo: I’m not even JK hyung, man. I can’t do that drunk.
Guy: Yo. You could do it drunk.
Tablo: JK hyung is sick drunk.
Guy: Yo you gotta do it drunk, man!
Tablo: I’m just sick drunk.
Tablo: Ok, fine. Yo, let me dumb it down for this diaper-wearing fake generation. I’m like Kanye on an award show. I got a hyperventil-‘late registration.’ Pass out, get drunk, and assed out. I’m like a handful of flyers–I’m quick to pass out.
MYK: You pass out but before you pass out, let’s get our raps out ‘cause we all stars that’s why they call us Smash Mouth. Yo, when I’m rippin’ these cats, I’m takin’ the trash out like I was the garbageman. Their flows can’t harm me, they’re all just garbage man.
Tablo: Garbage… What? What rhymes with garbage? Garbage… It’s like… Carnage. I’m killin’ the mic and I’m poppin’ ear blockage. I’ve been doing this since college. I got an ass for brains so even when I take a shit, I’m droppin’ knowledge.
MYK: And I’m ready to demolish. Anybody that wants to step to me–they’re not as fresh as me. These freestyles to me is so easy, it’s like takin’ breaths to me.
Tablo: Takin’ breaths to me, it’s like destiny. The death of hip-hop will be the death of me. That’s right, when I’m on the mic I like to rhyme tight and I’m always in the motherfucking spotlight.
MYK: Spotlight or, better yet, the limelight. That’s where we rhyme tight and we shine bright. Yo, I’m spittin’ with insight, grippin’ my mic tight, grippin’ it so tight I’m ready to take flight.
Tablo: Take flight! Take flight like a bird. I’m all up inside your head like a motherfuckin’ bird and I drop a turd. Flyest shit that you’ve ever heard. (lol)
MYK: And whether or not it’s absurd, yo my mind is fast like a blur. I wet the piss in your drink and with my dick I give it a stir. I smoke these words like herbs for sure, yes sir.
Tablo: Yes sir or yezzir, like I’m star-trekking. All these motherfuckin’ MCs better go home, better start packin’. I’m presidential when I flow. Yo it ain’t hard to tell: I Ba-ROCK the show Obamaself.
Man, I miss the Map the Soul days :(