Leftwrite and Vishnu, we coming to get you

Leftwrite and Vishnu hit you with lyrics
Kicks like jujitsu, I know that you hear it
It was standard issue this old school spirit
Zed takes the Cake and creates, but don’t clear it
Clear fit, permit me to spit just a bit. Oh shit!
That’s sick, the quick click of the hi hats
Plus the punch of the kick
Conjunction junction, what’s the function of it?
A snare appears as a punch to the chin
No matter what state or country you’re in
As long as you live in comfortable skin
Then the rhythm also resides within
Amen! Hallelujah! Oh Lord!
A groove moves through ya
Smooth, but still nasty like a barracuda
We’re hot in Alaska, cool in Bermuda
Students of life, our minds right
No attitude of entitlement
My ascent’s dependent on my use of my environment
Vishnu’s burning midnight oil, someone open up a fire vent
We escaped the confines of conformity
Cut a hole in the wire fence
Getting acorns for retirement
Squirrely world we’re living in
Never giving in, deliver the energy
And the ends are out on a limb

We’ve come to kill it with all skill no gimmick
Turn critical cynics to to big fans in minutes
We’ve come to win it, master rap and quit it
But not before we grab a fat bag of spinach

Success and a check are meaningless without respect
Zed and Left want to be both ill and deft,
Skilled and def, still thrilled to death
(Step to the mic) To shred hot bars leaving heads impressed

We want to be our best foremost and first
We want to progress while most revert
We want to stay fresh in a host of turds
Most concerned to boast most gross earned

We learn everyday the earth turns
(Keep our sound) We squirm underground like earthworms
We burn every track with the sing-rap
Leave (bleep?) the bleep clack please bring back

Boom bap reminiscent of a time
Emcees were defined by busting rhymes
Straight crushing minds
Verbal blunderbuss, skill preposterous
Leaving them saying “In hip hop we trust”
And in fact we do
That’s why we rap and makes tracks for you
Leftwrite and Vishnu, one and one makes two
Two makes a crew, ANTI-GAME coming through

ANTI-GAME won't play by the rules of the game
All the same we came to win it
Won't act the fool or resort to gimmicks
For 15 minutes and a bag of spinach
No interest in fame and a check
Unless success comes with respect
And in that respect you can surely bet
Zed and Left want to be the next Red and Meth
We wanna be our best foremost and first
We wanna progress while most revert
We wanna stay fresh in a host of turds
That are most concerned to boast most gross earned
Honestly that bothers me
Hip hop is not another job to me
See it comes from the heart it's artistry
Partake of my art it's a part of me
We truly believe that quality’s
Always gotta be a hot commodity
And if not it certainly ought to be
It's odd to me that good hip hop is an oddity
So with no ambiguity
Spew truth no misconstruing me
To be a real emcee means mastery
Lyrically. You hearing me?

Leftwrite and Vishnu, get ready for round 2

Lyrical fitness. Spit it with a quickness
Rap’s no synonym for ignorance. No!
Stupidity will be met with resistance. Yes!
I've had it with apathy, now can I get a witness?
Hell yes!
Gotta say what I feel
A dope beat and ill emcee seal the deal
Stay real and keep competition on their heels
Build skills until they buy meals and pay bills

Lyrical misfits, rippin’ it’s our business
Listless lyricists can’t spit this
Yo, I don't get it dude
Can you not have hot beats and lyrics too?
The two need not mutually exclude one another
What a bummer having jelly with no peanut butter
Me and my brother hit the kitchen
With ingredients for the main dish and the fixings
Mixing complementary tones, now we're cooking
Surround a sound spectrum like a pair of bookends
Need more information? Look, listen, read
Study and practice then increase the speed
Zippy lips rip it, spit it like we give a shit
Witty lids, flip scripts, tell the truth, and never quit
Dap to rappers who've mastered the craft of gab
Props to producers making beats in the lab
Turn it up! Rattle the rear view on cars near you
Make it loud enough for everyone to hear too
If it’s too loud, you’re too old. Stay proud. Stay bold
Crank the stereo. Yo! Gimme some mo!
Woo ha! Boo yah! We brewed a brouhaha
Get the moolah by making you say ooh la la
Never chew fois gras. Reach heights and stay grounded
Well fed, well read, well bred, well rounded
The horn has sounded. ANTI-GAMEface on. What!
Our brag is tongue in cheek ‘cuz our music is fun
But don't mistake thoughtfulness for weakness
Dumbed down clown emcees should speak less
Weak flesh needs a strong mind. We got two!
Need fresh beats and dope rhymes? We got you!
Some say trap killed hip hop. No, it’s not true
It’ll clot soon. Just an unfresh flesh wound.
Eww!
Fire beats and lit lyrics are here to cauterize
Ears hear the heat, giving you the saucer eyes
Leftwrite and Vishnu keep sights on the prize
And we’re fully authorized to make everybody rise!
Throw your hands in the sky, feel alive
Live in the rhythm and do more than survive
Thrive, take a chance for a dream
Dollar, dollar bill, y’all. Get the money. C.R.E.A.M.
ANTI-GAME so fresh and so clean

Leftwrite and Vishnu, we said that we’d get you