Contageous - The Crest

«The hard rocker» — EPMD 'Never Seen Before'

«Tightest MC»

«Knowing that we could rock» — Outkast 'Elevators (Me & You)'

«And my devastating rhymes get the platinum plaque» — Large Professor

Binge Thinking

Social drinker

Drink to get social and maybe out drink beginners

Once in a while

Slice it on down

For clowns who freestyle I will cut thin thinner

Sick with a

Cold that won’t quite quit

Put it to rest

I’ve been feeling like shit since dinner

Teeth chatter

Lips quiver, the spliff twister

I speak data with raps slicker than roads this winter

Reality bites and the flow won’t simmer

Down now like downtown crowds on Halloween night

I don’t give a

Flying fuck what don’t fit the picture

I won’t let ya

Frame of mind stunt my growth

It’s the mixture

That’s more than ill

The Crest, we do it to death, you’re best is still just overkill

You wanna rap?

Well that’s a nice proposition

You talking crap?

Just be prepared to listen

So fresh I gleam, so clean I squeak

Grab a microphone so swift I leave no streaks

All I need is one crack

Cause after one rap

You’ll be talking about Jack like ballers talk about their hubcaps

Man what the fuck is that?!

Mahfuckin' rims baby!

Take a look over here man.

Here by the Bentley baby.

We got them 22 inch, alligator print lexonies baby.

I’m talkin' 'bout my rims!

Get yourself some Blue Blockers man.

These baby’s bling

Holding a steady grip

Letting my machete swing

Ready for anything

The rebel’s knocking let him in

Dude I got the medicine

Remedies that have been

Passed through generations of real heads and

I keep keeping on

In my seat, wiggle my arms

But the teacher won’t call on me

Thinks I’m just a dog

So I retreat hardly, I never chase his ball

Won’t face defeat calmly, I’m standing way too tall

Breathing in the city smog

Station’s full of shitty songs

So when I turn 'em on

Thinking I can burn 'em all

Rap you never heard before

Apple with a worm and core

Adam’s here to serve it raw

Packaged in your local store

Dilla’s here to light it up

Write some fucking rhymes in blood

Never claiming I’m a thug

Never do what Simon does

Street cred?

Sign him up

Killers are what they like in clubs

Give him 50 hype men and that should be hype enough