Verbalize by Big Kwam Lyrics
Big Kwam - “Verbalize”
[Emcee(s): Big Kwam]
[Producer(s): The Creators (Juliano & Si Spex)]
[Scratches: Mr. Thing]
[Intro: Sample with Scratches by Mr. Thing]
“Big Kwam” (x4)
[Verse 1: Big Kwam]
Yo, yo, yo, I’m not
Fazed. You’ll get your knot grazed when Kwam drop flav-
-or octaves send shockwaves to make your block ache
The steamroller, green-folder. Your team’s over
Minds bent over with personas that seem older
So you could quote this, deepthroat this. I wrote this
Mad ferocious dose with lungs strung from roach clips
[?] every cap’s rap-related
Schemes are activated for cream, tax evaded
Reincarnated ancestral terrestrial
My crew bogart mics like hyenas on fresh kills
Artifacts attack ears of my black peers
Relax. Damn, Kwam get up in shorties like Pap smear
Hit it from the back, tear their back out
Handle my balls like Stackhouse, beat skins ‘til they black out
Rip this shit up, phenomenal champ
Fold niggas like abdominal cramps from sit-ups
[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Thing]
“Verbalize” (x3)
“Verbalize to kill”
“Verbalize” (x2)
“Verbalize to kill”
[Verse 2: Big Kwam]
Versatile author, you’re cursed with foul torture
I hold fort with more support than child walkers
Smooth as glaciers, tools fuels euthanasias
Elements intelligence, dense with pages
[?] priceless papers like Isis
Resurrect the lifeless brain cells of the trifest
Mics molested, in the mix like Nesquik
You desperate (Desperate!). I’m on some next shit (Next shit!), filter
Out the non-conscious. My congress’ll turn
A harmless mind into that of divine conquerors
My square root [?]
Seeds of knowledge nurtured in brain soil that bear fruit
My pen’s hot. Can’t front, ock. My shit knock
Got this hip hop under bolt chain and Ziploc
Heavy rotation on your frequency mo-
-dulation, lacing your face, and skin chafing
[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Thing]
“Verbalize” (x3)
“Verbalize to kill”
“Verbalize” (x3)
“Verbalize to kill”
[Verse 3: Big Kwam]
Nobody
Rhyme greater. Dominator of lined paper
Sublime state of mind, composition define flavor
Major, it damage by all means. Your style’s outdated
Like torn jeans, mine’s New like Orleans
Words splatter shit, automatic spit like an Arabic
Fanatic with mad clips, attack accurate
Slingshots with ink blots. Flop? I think not
Sick like raw dick running up in diseased stinkbox
My rank hold high esteem, cream, and bankrolls
My thinktank swole [?] skirts? We yank those
Can’t challenge this. My dialysis
Composite half flyest philanthropist, half vandalist
I feel herbs ain’t got steel nerves. I peel curbs
EQ my shit mad tight with slight reverb
And take it to the pressing plant, distressing amps
My profession can’t be held down with a compression stem
[Outro: Sample with Scratches by Mr. Thing]
“Wildness” (x8)
[Emcee(s): Big Kwam]
[Producer(s): The Creators (Juliano & Si Spex)]
[Scratches: Mr. Thing]
[Intro: Sample with Scratches by Mr. Thing]
“Big Kwam” (x4)
[Verse 1: Big Kwam]
Yo, yo, yo, I’m not
Fazed. You’ll get your knot grazed when Kwam drop flav-
-or octaves send shockwaves to make your block ache
The steamroller, green-folder. Your team’s over
Minds bent over with personas that seem older
So you could quote this, deepthroat this. I wrote this
Mad ferocious dose with lungs strung from roach clips
[?] every cap’s rap-related
Schemes are activated for cream, tax evaded
Reincarnated ancestral terrestrial
My crew bogart mics like hyenas on fresh kills
Artifacts attack ears of my black peers
Relax. Damn, Kwam get up in shorties like Pap smear
Hit it from the back, tear their back out
Handle my balls like Stackhouse, beat skins ‘til they black out
Rip this shit up, phenomenal champ
Fold niggas like abdominal cramps from sit-ups
[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Thing]
“Verbalize” (x3)
“Verbalize to kill”
“Verbalize” (x2)
“Verbalize to kill”
[Verse 2: Big Kwam]
Versatile author, you’re cursed with foul torture
I hold fort with more support than child walkers
Smooth as glaciers, tools fuels euthanasias
Elements intelligence, dense with pages
[?] priceless papers like Isis
Resurrect the lifeless brain cells of the trifest
Mics molested, in the mix like Nesquik
You desperate (Desperate!). I’m on some next shit (Next shit!), filter
Out the non-conscious. My congress’ll turn
A harmless mind into that of divine conquerors
My square root [?]
Seeds of knowledge nurtured in brain soil that bear fruit
My pen’s hot. Can’t front, ock. My shit knock
Got this hip hop under bolt chain and Ziploc
Heavy rotation on your frequency mo-
-dulation, lacing your face, and skin chafing
[Hook: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Thing]
“Verbalize” (x3)
“Verbalize to kill”
“Verbalize” (x3)
“Verbalize to kill”
[Verse 3: Big Kwam]
Nobody
Rhyme greater. Dominator of lined paper
Sublime state of mind, composition define flavor
Major, it damage by all means. Your style’s outdated
Like torn jeans, mine’s New like Orleans
Words splatter shit, automatic spit like an Arabic
Fanatic with mad clips, attack accurate
Slingshots with ink blots. Flop? I think not
Sick like raw dick running up in diseased stinkbox
My rank hold high esteem, cream, and bankrolls
My thinktank swole [?] skirts? We yank those
Can’t challenge this. My dialysis
Composite half flyest philanthropist, half vandalist
I feel herbs ain’t got steel nerves. I peel curbs
EQ my shit mad tight with slight reverb
And take it to the pressing plant, distressing amps
My profession can’t be held down with a compression stem
[Outro: Sample with Scratches by Mr. Thing]
“Wildness” (x8)