ACT LIKE YOU KNOW Ft. Stormthear...

Storm's vocabulary is a vortex, violently vibrating through verses

vaporizing vermin's who violate the virtue of the verbal surface

(the paper) with only one purpose... returning the favor to do our service

demolishing any takers while Storms making them nervous.

This chamber is full of creators in the game, but these two are the saviors.

meet ya makers from the top of the food chain blessed by Nature!

Trill and Storm the duel is major, ask a neighbor, our scripts are tailored,

to eliminate fakers, pure slayers, where pens become sabers.

The pens deadly data is a predator to haters prowling patiently,

piercing pretenders with danger, basically with precision while preserving

the purity of power, quickly manifesting metaphors like meteor showers

causing history to devour any chances of the enemy achieving victory,

the game is ours!.... it's no mystery the defeats bring misery

having them throw in the towel, these talents are beyond wizardry

with a extraordinary ability to prove no one can fuck with me,

mentally or physically, seriously.... you fuckers gotta be kidding me....

You gotta be shitting me, there's no chance of getting rid of me,

save the Hennessy, dead or alive they'll always remember me

Leaving behind a impeccable memory this phenomenon entity

feeds off your jealousy, that's exactly how Storms built his own legacy,

generally, from all you haters whom envy me.......

trying heavily to rock my style pretending to be.... "Me!"....

as if your high off ecstasy with a tasteless recipe without energy....

the secrets in the chemistry between us two that creates this remedy!

 

KRS ONE

 

Trills vocabulary a hurricane spinnin on shit causin destruction

Punchlines cause concussions gangsta advancin on Russians

This what happens when Oppenheimer step in the booth and start rappin

Heat from the detonation split your DNA into fractions

Nothin left but your silhouette burned straight into the concrete

So stop reachin I keep the fire right in my arms reach

Its too damn hard to face it or escape this horror

Im the reason the new GTA got based in Florida

When it come to ether my ink laced the formula

Wavin the stick over the crowd like Im leadin the orchestra

Im the definition of hardcore hip hop

Like Timberland boots I never flip flop

I get them props in like a special effects shop

Niggas tried crashin out but it came to a dead stop

While some MCs try to act like they dont know

My flow way out in Antarctica breakin through the snow

Now shut the fuck up Janice try not to panic

Im comin in hard like a rough plane landin

Chippin granite I live with the giants in the Grand Canyon

My creeds assassin leave your girl cryin like Jacqueline Kennedy

Who’s Trill as me?