Akrobatik Rise and Eddie Brock Freestyle Brothers on the Slide: The Lost Freestyle Sessions
[Intro: Akrobatik, Eddie Brock and Rise]
Eddie Brock: Eddie Brock for Unknown.  My man Rise, Akrobatik rhyming over static
Rise: Rise and Eddie Brock.  The axis we rock
Akrobatik: Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.  Drums.  Drums and some bass in the music to go over the static.  And then you get to hear Akrobatik.  With Unknown.  For Unknown.  Yo.  One, two.  One, two.  Check it out.  For my man, yo.  Yo, check it out.  For poverty, yo

[Verse 1: Akrobatik]
Up for the Down Stroke, valley in the middle
Rap styles more complex than old Sphinx riddles
Once you thought that all the emcees that were fresh are gone
Up steps a brother climbing to upper echelon
So while you [?], bring your bull
Back ‘cause I’m The Matador like Tito Santana
Akrobatik bring the static unfixable by antennas
Bruce Jenners of this rap decathlon—eat your Wheaties
Better yet, smoke your weed, B, ‘cause you’re needy
I’m tagging up your carcass with Magic Markers graffiti
My style’s mad hard to see, projectiles like BBs
So past the/pasta manaña, you see the grated cheese
Rapper.  Akrobatik?  Oh shit!  I hate it
He’s dapper.  Pussies’ jaws flap and get smeared in
The papper.  Got emcees in the dark with my clapper
Causing nebulas with more bone that fibula
Rock your mandibles to your phalanges, climbing higher
Summits than the Andes or Himalayas
I’ll Wolf down your whole Gang like Amadeus
Nowadays, rap is full of heavy-armored slayers
But it’s still the same game—only different players
Yo, Akrobatik in the spot with Unknown
Making sure the motherfucking spot get blown
[Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek]
“Herbs just be shitting up the words I’ll be kicking” - Sample from Ruck on The Fab 5 - “Leflah"

[Verse 2: Rise]
Yo (Kick that shit)
I’m better than any soul that you know that is rapping (That’s you)
Whether he never sold or he's gold or he's platinum (You too)
That's the reason why your girl admires my flow
It's the same reason why your kid got my eyes and nose
You should be shining my shoes and tying the bows
Make you depressed ‘tll you stick your head inside of the stove (Kill yourself)
Or take a bath with a toaster (What up?).  Don't get me started (Don’t even go there)
The hardest rappers get burned like Joan of Arc did (Haha)
Spark this.  Rhymes that you took lightly
Are hot enough to make a white kid look like me (Uh huh)
If he's standing too close like he's playing tight D (Tight D, tight D)
To fool me, you’ve got to wake up at like three (Wake up pretty early in the morning)
In the morning.  Appalling if I ain't in rap (Uh huh)
A waste of talent like a fireman saving a cat
Wack cats raising the track to overpower their voice
Rise, the emcee, the rapper of choice (I'm out)

[Hook: Samples with Scratches by DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek]
“Herbs just be shitting up the words I’ll be kicking” - Sample from Ruck on The Fab 5 - “Leflah"

[Verse 3: Eddie Brock]
My skills spill and hit
The streets like liquor for the niggas who ain’t here
For bucks and dough, slay/sleigh your ass like reindeer.  In the clutch
I get shifty and change gears—it’s automatic.  Causing havoc
Is a force of habit ‘til it rains tears of my slain peers
What you trying to gain here?  Remains of your friends
Smeared [?].  Last lame queer that came near
Got [your pressure points?].  You talking ‘bout [?].  My name
Sustains fear that had a gut feeling that make you want to blame beer
Bag you for your pride—should have came prepared
Would have bagged your girl, but I don’t dig dames with beards
If you’re the player [in my station?], the game is geared
The graphic shit no more players find strange or weird
And so the cartridge control your deck and make you forfeit
Starting to lecture more shit before I spit 64-bit
My patterns put you in orbit like Saturn
Spell “sicker” backwards—that’s how long it takes to win.  My team is automatic
At the push of a button, a bomb threaten
While you’re having regrets, trying to hit “Reset” with your palm sweating
Be alarmed, brethren.  I’ll go to war
Like Vietnam veterans, turning your comp setting into Armageddon
[Outro: Samples with Scratches by DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek]
“We’re now heathens captured” - Sample from [?] - “[?]”
“Can you feel the music getting hotter?” - Sample from [?] - “[?]”