Its Still CSN

[maximus]

Dat right from back in the day we ripped it up, we str8 tripped and drunk
str8 ripped it up ran the board from day 1 killen our foes
Hates Max Spawn and skillz with the flowz...

LETS GET SICC WIT IT MUTHAFUCKAZ

We back on the rise look at me weird u getten capped in teh eyes
Slapped till u die u cant rap kid dnt lie we str8 enden ya life
Staben ya chest so hard its benden the knife str8 senden u strife
The first crew to take over the board with gats bursten
We hate rats coz csn cats thirsten if pain was the globe wed map hurting
We on top of the game Certified Sick rocken ya fame and we aint stoppen ya slain
We enden the sites rough patch coz these newbies are a bit touch wack
thats ENOUGH MAX

passes mic to hates
 

[Hatesrats™]

Still got the spit-fire grill to char any Mc
the free-flowz that has ya soaked stealin'idea's for free..
drown in 8-inches as I spitt this future for thee
sticky degree's
drentched by the sweat of my passion to be..
Fucked your chick flow's and birthed baby's Hataz..lol
With my game & my features..
your courtside......WE wit the nose bleed Seaterz
Above your head...a heavenly speech
translate the creed in our language and seek me..
We'll need a blood test to re-claim the word seed
Cause the first and last planted thought grew to quickly
a stairway to the Hall of history..
Infact we..started this shit
And yall missed we

Tho it can't
can't happen without this last speech to be made
a quickie to splash...
not like the stain left when I laid..whoa!!
I mean made ya, Mom's should have told ya
Before your crew came the road was paved for ya
Certified to ask follower's for ya name..
remember when your application came up stamped
"Not made 4 Biiiiiatchmade"

[Doggystylin]

no need to pass me the mic, ima take it/
i was a part of csn, no need to fake it/
as my rhymes come off the tip of my tongue/
i got you lyrically stung, u hearin me son?/
got the machette, to rip you to small pieces like confetti/
bitch made newbies, i was born ready/
you dont have the stomach for beef as if you were a herbivore/
i aint neva gonna give it up nigga, fuck what u heard before/
im ready for blood, bitch i was the one who stirred the war/
i step in and newbies herd the door/
so what now, i got my ammunition and ambition/
so you know im in my position and fishin for some battles and fuck around
and have some mc's bodies missin/

[maximus]

sorry i got d/c

Where back everyone H and M dnt pretend u used to hate us then/
Coz they couldnt stop us our flowz so siccmade should kept us locked up/
Now u lost slut this is a some short hostory shit the bitch in mes split/
Left my body now my soul is clenched so im back to put holes in chests....

enough about teh crew.. time to spit SICC

Im in a rush to spit rage as i beat u down and crush ya rib cage/
These sluts a bit late to witness me slitten ya throat with ice picks/
As i slice tricks around the chest cavities and shoot u twice dick/
Im CERTIFIED SICC MADE check the back ground u getten slapped clown/
Put 2 holes thro ya sternum so how u gonna talk back now?
Fold ya neck to ya ankles then punch ya chest in V angles/
Coz thats how we do, and now ya crew gonna get their voice box punched out to so they can sound like u...