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the classic underground styles of the urban masters
The krazy kings be thinking and sparking tags quick (4x)

I was in the land where things would never go right
There lived a king who a swan song of afternoons and home life
Well he was found lost, murdered a away in yards and turnpikes
God bless little lune tns who got in him a few migraines
He on the shells and denims
Beyond his wildest fantasies never really thought be drilling 'em
But ah, and wore black tvs and a long purple robe
Snatched up should his weapon
Forever flood the maddened chains and keep the guessing
Whether mind over matter mediation
Self actualization or even zoning out through relaxation
Yo, I across grown men too scared to dream
I walked past them as a with a staff on the south side of queens
Where the ones eye the title percent idol
Only thought was attain luxury, like the elevation wasn't
To keep pace with a crew that rallied back then, I'm
And exploded stars out the path of nexuses
A true who's, like, technically inclined to
Attract scientifical gold diggers and forty-niners
Empower you or strangle your ass with the grapevine
I'm never out for the fame whereas I was told to fame to my name
And motivated on the down low
Like a jersey packed train, apart from this
My crew, tight-knit circle arsonists quick to set it
Like the forest gon' get chopped down regardless to who you are
If you ain't witness the invisible
The rhyme blizzard, the tech hold arson as a missile
It's like, as I approach the two hearts death's in the blow
Still one sixteenth of a gram is critical it enters, so

the classic underground styles of the urban masters
The krazy kings be thinking and sparking tags quick
(x4, alternating jus, el-p)

Shit, I feel
I wear the city air wet leather
Alone, though the populace so closely together
Alarmingly dependent on technology I was as a child to keep me one
Trying to outrun white noise from my tv keeps me
Mr. disgusted, fortified, ill as
God's son, not a martyr but a fresh working member of a
Who travel through the blazing light as my is dissected
Cell pack, give 'em a something extra on the set
Licking a slug at lee just to be offensive like tech
Told the redbone you can't comprehend, sex can't fulfill me
Just cause I'm pinoy don't the government's not trying to kill me
The krazy king to whom even remains anonymous
conditioning to remnants of sarcasm and broken promises
To myself, born to be the b-boy of clashes
Who plot a on the graph for every crab that he harrasses
blitzkrieg nihilistic heart of dark euthanasia
Fifty thousand pen and pain phrase in alphabetical
Caught a cat scan to color print my and frame it
Battle my old pseudonym with a quote from fusion explain shit
the three wheels hit the target
I'mma get a new life market, with on
But can only seem to all over harlots and sirens
And ignore those who really me
Who in truth embody the of true starlets
My man had a that's expressing and gentle
We played backgammon all
Smoking kool cigs the sun entered the temple
From a bad merger of substance of hell his brain
It filled liquid in october, trouble and on a bus to ac
When I saw his grave, I had the cubans so I him
And affirmed to teach myself to float my way more
And the serum between low and the love to keep them separate
And blitz commander won because his armful needs a
You must expedite functions of truth and to it
Choose a concrete and bad noise to burn
Rubble becomes from the beauty of confusion
Alchemy: heal pain with art, learn to use it

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It's the classic underground styles of the masters
The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking tags (10x)