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It's the underground styles of the urban masters The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking quick (4x)
I was once in the land where things never go right lived a king who sang a swan song of afternoons and home life Well he was found lost, murdered a mile away in yards and God little lune tns who got in him inhaling a few migraines He stays on the shells and Beyond his wildest never really thought he'd be drilling 'em But ah, bs119 and wore tvs and a long purple robe Snatched up should his weapon Forever flood the maddened chains and keep the revelations Whether through mind over matter Self actualization or even zoning out deep relaxation Yo, I came across grown men too to dream I walked them as a child with a staff on the south side of queens Where the ones eye the title percent idol thought was attain luxury, like the elevation wasn't vital To pace with a crew that rallied back then, I'm treacherous And exploded stars out the path of nexuses A rebel who's, like, technically inclined to Attract wannabe scientifical diggers and forty-niners Empower you or strangle your ass like the grapevine I'm never out for the fame whereas I was told to bring fame to my And keep on the down low Like a northbound jersey packed train, apart from My crew, circle with arsonists quick to set it Like the forest gon' get chopped down regardless to who you are If you really witness the invisible The clairvoyant rhyme blizzard, the tech arson as a missile It's like, as I the two three hearts death's in the blow Still one sixteenth of a gram is when it enters, so
It's the classic underground styles of the urban The krazy be thinking caps and sparking tags quick (x4, alternating jus, el-p)
Shit, I feel I wear the air like wet leather Alone, though the dwells so closely together Alarmingly dependent on I was raised as a child to keep me one Trying to outrun white noise my tv keeps me numb Mr. disgusted, fortified, ill as God's son, not a martyr but a fresh working of a collective Who travel the blazing light as my corpse is dissected pack, give 'em a little something extra on the set Licking a slug at brandon lee just to be like tech Told the redbone you can't comprehend, sex alone can't me Just cause I'm pinoy mean the government's not trying to kill me The krazy king to whom even remains anonymous From to remnants of sarcasm and broken promises To myself, born to be the b-boy of clashes Who plot a point on the graph for every that he harrasses Citizens blitzkrieg heart of dark euthanasia Fifty pen and pain phrase in alphabetical arrangement Caught a cat scan to print my delusion and frame it my old pseudonym with a quote from cold fusion explain shit Before the three hit the target get a new life market, with bells on But can only seem to fall all over and sirens And ignore who really love me Who in truth the rarity of true starlets My man had a humor that's and gentle We played all night Smoking kool cigs till the sun entered the From a bad merger of of hell his brain swelled It filled with liquid in october, and on a bus to ac When I saw his grave, I had the cubans so I him And affirmed to myself to float my way more credit And the serum between something low and the to keep them separate And blitz commander won because his needs a medic You must expedite of truth and stick to it Choose a concrete and bad noise to burn Rubble becomes structure from the beauty of Alchemy: heal your pain art, learn to use it
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It's the underground styles of the urban masters The krazy kings be caps and sparking tags quick (10x)