Kronuz is a neverending epidemic better call forensics
he can't see the lights even though yesterday he repented
Kizza make it hot on ya block
wit dat underground bass laden trunk of hard knocks
my shock-ing voltage stamp ya ass now you stumped
male, you just like postage,but you ain't goin ta Jenny, Gump.
my rhyme reflect like prisms
when I breathe flames you see as 3 dimensional visions (ya trippin)
I'll sing you ta sleep cause I know you was born bastard
impenetrable flow, lock you in like a fly trapped in plaster.

good luck dog.