Change your track listChange your track listBout to put a stain on the atlasOscar award winning niggas couldn't reenact thisDefine this, bare hands stay dirty at timesWe like Stone Age, I take it back to earlierFire me with the black scholarsWise kings do the knowledge for the F-hourTaking over the watchtowerJust a wannabe superpowerBut ain't blessed with the craftThese modern day arts meet your staffNever deviating from the pathGreet me on it when I passLike paramilitaries in the grassSmooth, synchronized, perfect actAs amongst the civilized, play the roleIn the cold, was the life I foundBut couldn't recover, everything that was stolenToo much, losing regulations and for whatThe judge got no right to judgeYou live foul tooRaise high class with a grudge, I wanna charge* that, I'm disregarding these fake catsComing with my kinsmen on the motherfucking attackIt's 2001Yo, I'm high class sitting with the teamShow me what I gotAll terrain still sending niggas insaneWhen we come throughNiggas know this be the debutCheck the sequel in 2002Raining down nuclear *A lot of * can happen these daysYour stupid cats still acting amazedNow you running from the actions we makeF-irrational debate, you a national disgraceWe fascinate on tapes and you put trash on our waistPut the glass to your face, this ain't back in the daysKids ain't acting to age, no more they packing the gaugeActing with rage, ready set, I'm fast in this raceStack rhymes like my DJ be stacking his cratesSometimes it's like I'm trapped in a cageWe're rattling snakesAnd typing * that makes your whole anatomy shake* it, get tackled on stageB.C. flag in your faceBetter with grace than make your cap it too lateA lot of kids be rapping these days, lacing their phraseSome of the C's come to Germany cause they lacking the statesIt took me one accurate take to make the faculties breakThis ain't the movies but I'm just like Pat and me, SwayzeAnd yo, it's like this, I get venomous in a snake pitReleasing hatred, making you ache from my statementsBroke my back, I'm not a snake, I'm a snakeKids that's marauding with raw scriptFrom my heart *, got to feelin' my heart *One from six cars out the deck, I pickIf a nigga drop his car, he is the hardest hitAnd I don't care how far the target getsI do a markin' from ten against the wind on some marksmanshipHittin' bullseyes, makin' fools travel in microscopicI'm writin' doctors, givin' blind niggas the opticsTakin' topics, speakin' my piece on the subjectThere's no peace in my speech, yo, it ain't love yetIt's war time, I'll be on the beach, down by the shorelineDon't feel exercise, I'm on the beachSo while you suckers wait for more timeWhile you recline, I plant a sauce on the industryThe ones for all, did all the talk about my kids and mePure G, O.D. with raps, make you an idolJust normal cat, readin' superstar like an astrologistSettin' off the beat with some knowledge, kidI'm lookin' at you pussies in this gameLike a rhyme gynecologist, what?For real, like we told you before, yoThis ain't no joke, and this ain't no fuckin' game and *Prepare for the storm, kids don't come2001, what?Never change, you're in the gameRepresenting KMT, love *Rock, water, fume, chosenBlood type, B.C.Fit for it, high for it, live for itNever change, you're in the gameRepresenting KMT, love *Rock, water, fume, chosenBlood type, B.C.Fit for it, high for it, live for itOkay, time out, my turn to speak my mind outRhyme about what occupies me before I sign outThe current state of things, burnin' aches withinHow certain days make me feel goodAgain, puss workaways are menThey say I ain't the type to fuss around a lotBut today, I just might fuss around a lotCause that little sunshine ain't doin' me goodInstead, pack my bags and move in the woodsWrite a book about pros and cons and ups and downsI'm in a house of pain, but there's no jumpin' aroundEnough of grief and sorrow, cause I believe in tomorrowNew strategies up my sleeve, I need to followCause life goes on despite the stormSeparate right from wrong, the fight is onI expect a fair trialAnd I'm not gonna give up, I'm not gonna give upAnd in return, you get a fair smileDouble-faced portrayal, rare styleWould I trade this rap * for peace on earth?Cause nothin' else matters, but peace on earthBut peace on earth don't fill my stomachI was a piece of dirt, yo, I've been there and done itUsed to cheat on girls, and I swear they frontedUsed to feel on girls, and I swear they wanted itUsed to steal from herb, and I swear it was bluntedUsed to chill in herds, and I swear it was fun *Cause you get what you deserve, it's what my pops used to sayBloodshed when I occur, pot is hard to drinkAnd hell, mug red, visions blur, here you callin' for helpSuck fest, now where the * are cars and the wealth?You never had and never will have none of that *You never had and never will have guns on your hipsYou never had and never will be comin' on tricksAll I never had and never will be suckin' no dickI stare you in the eye with no flinchin', code no twitchin'Slow motion pictures, style Paul FictionWe coexistin' in this death row system, it's a cold prisonMy channel live, we still smoke hizmBig style always come back in two piecesThis body in a shotty that'll thumbtack y'all new speciesNew jacks, new kids on the block, y'all are like Kid RockY'all underground cats, a bin boxWe high-blooded KMC, keep the spot floodedWe pop thuggin', trust me, you do not want itThis is handmade, I swear on this man's graveLeave me with the band-aid, leave you brandedWith a B and an S on your chestYou can't see me, effervescence reflectsKMC is the essence of stressKill, destroy, lessons of death, what?Suck up, never change, you're in the gameRepresentin' KMC, * *Rock, waterfume, chosenFuckin' Fud-type BasieFit for it, I for itLivecore, rock itNever change, you're in the gameRepresentin' KMC, * *Rock, waterfume, chosenFuckin' Fud-type BasieFit for it, I for itLivecore, rock it