I swing boomerangs and murder air attacks Blow out busted internet, access info out your back Clip cut you off, I’m too advanced for your little cause Pole position, my verbal contact no life support We’ll maintain position, lift off to ignition Frequency feedback provide ammunition The brain cells panic sell two tons of the iq When the energy starts to fornicate, that’s when I punch through All type hard rock tracks that’s hard to the max It’s spacey like mixing up angel dust and crack Yo wait a God damned pagan minute, then pause on that My styles the man like the ku klux klan be from deep down south Don’t let one of these little emcees get lost on the wrong route Catch a mississippi burning fuck that then catch an arson Land mines, destruction, far rockaway to carson You couldn’t locate my synthy format using lojack Bitch I’m all that Scratch the bed numbers straight off your girls’ back In fact black the injection of my lethal status Will ultimately break all beats down into antimatter You couldn’t hang if you was bit by a radioactive spider I’m intrigued, your lackluster broken charted style Is unkempt and wild causing mayhem The battle rhymer mixed with tonic and el-p is fucking lethal Like a african disease killer people And it’s true I’m messing with your whole crew till you’re bogling Cause your style is now off with a blast of the force
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It’s been rated combustible Computer animated t2 Winds up enzyme fractal poly-residue When taking away what little time that I got The mind view in energy oxen I pick the combination spot When in 1985 they injected me with props Ten years of misdirected blacks killing, I’m back on the block Recuperating from the never-ending bloodshed of the war Though my pockets remain empty, my soul remains pure Retained it exists laid a whole education For the new rebirth of a super space station Practicing the science of shooting the planets from a distance While escaping without conscience of existence Or would be laws no matter how much I resistance From somewhere wicked in the west this way comes It seems that we underestimated satan once again Time marches on but some and then some blends Into the recess of all starving no content All for the form of better communication I bet you wish you could eliminate the whole lower class population I be the fund raiser for my own expedition A pro-black family mind reconditioning For the multi-colored pumas are no longer the flavor Unless you’re one of those techno transient jungle ravers
It’s the classic underground styles of the urban masters The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick x4
I strike a match for you two dollar mc’s that can’t burn This is for your own concern I burn images in retinas for all you bitches faking You couldn’t download my multi-disk without penetrating Complex quotes set to explode off of impact But it sees to that disco boogie mayhem dance track Lookie bitch at poetry that’s on track like a bookie More heads be jocking my shit than a droptop at dookie Peep this, put together the form into pieces That form the eight steps for your mind increases Another ass whipping slashing my burn to pieces It’s mad bogus, I’m fading in and out of focus Cock shoot cops tax me, I’m taxing you My gunshots scream nerve wracking, heads is pushing through Intensity, I booby-trap all known vicinities Leave you stinking like face guts in a dumpster in little italy
It’s the classic underground styles of the urban masters The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick x8
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I swing boomerangs and murder air attacks Blow out busted internet, access info out your back Clip cut you off, I’m too advanced for your little cause Pole position, my verbal contact no life support We’ll maintain position, lift off to ignition Frequency feedback provide ammunition The brain cells panic sell two tons of the iq When the energy starts to fornicate, that’s when I punch through All type hard rock tracks that’s hard to the max It’s spacey like mixing up angel dust and crack Yo wait a God damned pagan minute, then pause on that My styles the man like the ku klux klan be from deep down south Don’t let one of these little emcees get lost on the wrong route Catch a mississippi burning fuck that then catch an arson Land mines, destruction, far rockaway to carson You couldn’t locate my synthy format using lojack Bitch I’m all that Scratch the bed numbers straight off your girls’ back In fact black the injection of my lethal status Will ultimately break all beats down into antimatter You couldn’t hang if you was bit by a radioactive spider I’m intrigued, your lackluster broken charted style Is unkempt and wild causing mayhem The battle rhymer mixed with tonic and el-p is fucking lethal Like a african disease killer people And it’s true I’m messing with your whole crew till you’re bogling Cause your style is now off with a blast of the force
It’s the classic underground styles of the urban masters The krazy kings these thinking caps be sparking tags quick x4
It’s been rated combustible Computer animated t2 Winds up enzyme fractal poly-residue When taking away what little time that I got The mind view in energy oxen I pick the combination spot When in 1985 they injected me with props Ten years of misdirected blacks killing, I’m back on the block Recuperating from the never-ending bloodshed of the war Though my pockets remain empty, my soul remains pure Retained it exists laid a whole education For the new rebirth of a super space station Practicing the science of shooting the planets from a distance While escaping without conscience of existence Or would be laws no matter how much I resistance From somewhere wicked in the west this way comes It seems that we underestimated satan once again Time marches on but some and then some blends Into the recess of all starving no content All for the form of better communication I bet you wish you could eliminate the whole lower class population I be the fund raiser for my own expedition A pro-black family mind reconditioning For the multi-colored pumas are no longer the flavor Unless you’re one of those techno transient jungle ravers
It’s the classic underground styles of the urban masters The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick x4
I strike a match for you two dollar mc’s that can’t burn This is for your own concern I burn images in retinas for all you bitches faking You couldn’t download my multi-disk without penetrating Complex quotes set to explode off of impact But it sees to that disco boogie mayhem dance track Lookie bitch at poetry that’s on track like a bookie More heads be jocking my shit than a droptop at dookie Peep this, put together the form into pieces That form the eight steps for your mind increases Another ass whipping slashing my burn to pieces It’s mad bogus, I’m fading in and out of focus Cock shoot cops tax me, I’m taxing you My gunshots scream nerve wracking, heads is pushing through Intensity, I booby-trap all known vicinities Leave you stinking like face guts in a dumpster in little italy
It’s the classic underground styles of the urban masters The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick x8
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