M-Acculate:

welcome to my broken skull sessions, my heart's as cold as stone
ain't connecting internet when I start to load the chrome
leave them underneath son with my dark overtones
pussy rappers needing surrogates, they can't hold their own
darts are thrown with so much precision like an archer
rap is not decision, it's religion I'm a martyr
lessons given by the father, within my departure
witness true prodigy within this fire starter
swigging pints of lager, get in mood to kill
several of my usual tipples at you funeral
Fubar and Brutal, give in and hail Caesar
you're going nowhere like immigrants with failed visas
warming up like stale pizza, on the hunt like male cheetahs
you're messing with hands of fate like the dude who nailed Jesus
to the cross, you've truly lost your mind if you go against
mine this is so intense, find there's no co-defense
time for your show to end

Fubar:

there is nobody that is darker than me
they'll remember me forever, staring at the scars that I leave
as far as the beats?
I annihilate relatively easily, even think of bars while I sleep
I was raised in the streets, back then every day of the week
I used to kneel down and pray for a feast
I was basically weak
things change with time, so nowadays I need something I take it and leave
I hear voices coming from inside of the walls
that's why I'm here staring at this knife in my palm
even now I'm reciting a song
sixteen after sixteen, knowing I didn't write it at all
paranoid 'til the end of infinity
staring at strangers like they have the intention of killing me
I'd cut my neck if I'm presented a guillotine
for now I commence my incredible killing spree

QC:

a fist full of dynamite to rearrange the planet
raise our fists into the air until the population panics
throw a fist in their face if they disrespecting a savage
Voltron splits into 2 when we come and double the damage
always dropping these hammers & scattered flames through a paddock
I'll grab your brain by the cord and swing it while recording a classic
fuck these these average modern day rappers flapping their gums
you can't walk through this jungle you'll get devoured out runned
while you're looking at your mobile devices we pounding drums
this is Hip-Hop 101 you'll get buried under a ton
get the record kicking backwards and summon the spirit grunts
every second of the session we leaving the booth slumped
leave the ball in my court I'll space walk flip it then I'll dunk
ain't no punks around here we put the fear in the funk
we don't talk around here it's punches, beers and them blunts
this is Hip-Hop baby 2020 bury the chumps