Change your track list
Change your track list
Bout to put a stain on the atlas
Oscar award winning niggas couldn't reenact this
Define this, bare hands stay dirty at times
We like Stone Age, I take it back to earlier
Fire me with the black scholars
Wise kings do the knowledge for the F-hour
Taking over the watchtower
Just a wannabe superpower
But ain't blessed with the craft
These modern day arts meet your staff
Never deviating from the path
Greet me on it when I pass
Like paramilitaries in the grass
Smooth, synchronized, perfect act
As amongst the civilized, play the role
In the cold, was the life I found
But couldn't recover, everything that was stolen
Too much, losing regulations and for what
The judge got no right to judge
You live foul too
Raise high class with a grudge, I wanna charge
* that, I'm disregarding these fake cats
Coming with my kinsmen on the motherfucking attack
It's 2001
Yo, I'm high class sitting with the team
Show me what I got
All terrain still sending niggas insane
When we come through
Niggas know this be the debut
Check the sequel in 2002
Raining down nuclear *
A lot of * can happen these days
Your stupid cats still acting amazed
Now you running from the actions we make
F-irrational debate, you a national disgrace
We fascinate on tapes and you put trash on our waist
Put the glass to your face, this ain't back in the days
Kids ain't acting to age, no more they packing the gauge
Acting with rage, ready set, I'm fast in this race
Stack rhymes like my DJ be stacking his crates
Sometimes it's like I'm trapped in a cage
We're rattling snakes
And typing * that makes your whole anatomy shake
* it, get tackled on stage
B.C. flag in your face
Better with grace than make your cap it too late
A lot of kids be rapping these days, lacing their phrase
Some of the C's come to Germany cause they lacking the states
It took me one accurate take to make the faculties break
This ain't the movies but I'm just like Pat and me, Swayze
And yo, it's like this, I get venomous in a snake pit
Releasing hatred, making you ache from my statements
Broke my back, I'm not a snake, I'm a snake
Kids that's marauding with raw script
From my heart *, got to feelin' my heart *
One from six cars out the deck, I pick
If a nigga drop his car, he is the hardest hit
And I don't care how far the target gets
I do a markin' from ten against the wind on some marksmanship
Hittin' bullseyes, makin' fools travel in microscopic
I'm writin' doctors, givin' blind niggas the optics
Takin' topics, speakin' my piece on the subject
There's no peace in my speech, yo, it ain't love yet
It's war time, I'll be on the beach, down by the shoreline
Don't feel exercise, I'm on the beach
So while you suckers wait for more time
While you recline, I plant a sauce on the industry
The ones for all, did all the talk about my kids and me
Pure G, O.D. with raps, make you an idol
Just normal cat, readin' superstar like an astrologist
Settin' off the beat with some knowledge, kid
I'm lookin' at you pussies in this game
Like a rhyme gynecologist, what?
For real, like we told you before, yo
This ain't no joke, and this ain't no fuckin' game and *
Prepare for the storm, kids don't come
2001, what?
Never change, you're in the game
Representing KMT, love *
Rock, water, fume, chosen
Blood type, B.C.
Fit for it, high for it, live for it
Never change, you're in the game
Representing KMT, love *
Rock, water, fume, chosen
Blood type, B.C.
Fit for it, high for it, live for it
Okay, time out, my turn to speak my mind out
Rhyme about what occupies me before I sign out
The current state of things, burnin' aches within
How certain days make me feel good
Again, puss workaways are men
They say I ain't the type to fuss around a lot
But today, I just might fuss around a lot
Cause that little sunshine ain't doin' me good
Instead, pack my bags and move in the woods
Write a book about pros and cons and ups and downs
I'm in a house of pain, but there's no jumpin' around
Enough of grief and sorrow, cause I believe in tomorrow
New strategies up my sleeve, I need to follow
Cause life goes on despite the storm
Separate right from wrong, the fight is on
I expect a fair trial
And I'm not gonna give up, I'm not gonna give up
And in return, you get a fair smile
Double-faced portrayal, rare style
Would I trade this rap * for peace on earth?
Cause nothin' else matters, but peace on earth
But peace on earth don't fill my stomach
I was a piece of dirt, yo, I've been there and done it
Used to cheat on girls, and I swear they fronted
Used to feel on girls, and I swear they wanted it
Used to steal from herb, and I swear it was blunted
Used to chill in herds, and I swear it was fun *
Cause you get what you deserve, it's what my pops used to say
Bloodshed when I occur, pot is hard to drink
And hell, mug red, visions blur, here you callin' for help
Suck 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 hips
You never had and never will be comin' on tricks
All I never had and never will be suckin' no dick
I stare you in the eye with no flinchin', code no twitchin'
Slow motion pictures, style Paul Fiction
We coexistin' in this death row system, it's a cold prison
My channel live, we still smoke hizm
Big style always come back in two pieces
This body in a shotty that'll thumbtack y'all new species
New jacks, new kids on the block, y'all are like Kid Rock
Y'all underground cats, a bin box
We high-blooded KMC, keep the spot flooded
We pop thuggin', trust me, you do not want it
This is handmade, I swear on this man's grave
Leave me with the band-aid, leave you branded
With a B and an S on your chest
You can't see me, effervescence reflects
KMC is the essence of stress
Kill, destroy, lessons of death, what?
Suck up, never change, you're in the game
Representin' KMC, * *
Rock, waterfume, chosen
Fuckin' Fud-type Basie
Fit for it, I for it
Livecore, rock it
Never change, you're in the game
Representin' KMC, * *
Rock, waterfume, chosen
Fuckin' Fud-type Basie
Fit for it, I for it
Livecore, rock it