Verse
Kris I don't talk ish Expand conciousness and dismiss foolishness No one is new to this or new to In hip hop's atomic I am the nucleus That is the center of the we/us they/them/you every squad every every crew floss is lost when a true rapper jumps off The cash is incidental but not distract you off course The style I am kickin is like chicken It will be bitten, rewritten, performed for a $25 admission Reviewed in The You will listen then find missin of course... it's skills That's you're fishin for, it's lost I'm gettin too explicit, the track I won't do a wack then remix it for my single Kickin til I wrinkle, and my brown eyes twinkle God called for the nine-cinco
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Tasty like a souflee french on Tuesday Rappers be that's how they crew stay Bitin you say to boost they ego We the steelo, your whole character is foul Makes me want to shoot a free throw, the git go, no, get go, my flow hits low Wherever all the dope shit go, where my shit go Bee-dee-bee-bo, skank, I Self ya groups everyone else and the bank Others like to bring the to the party I bring knowledge of self, you the mind, you cure the body rappers like to come to the party, hopin to leave with somebody check, I come with skills and I leave your motherfuckin respect Ahh yeah... so check, UH!
Three:
New types of verbal hip-hop I When you know you can BOY you know you can sing I do not up the airwaves, with stacks of useless facts MC's trying to be macks, but like ignorant blacks Freak that, snap your back as it cracks you will experience, or lack of balance Stop the violence, fry from week to week like an All of you are cowards behind the mask of MC I remember, thinkin back to No video, no you had to be a real MC Now you grow up buggin, any new jock you're huggin production, let me tell you somethin Any MC can for glory But to a dope rhyme to wake up your people's another story Act you never saw me when it comes to lyrics, I'm in a different category