I've been into rap since before Kris Kross got pumped
Cheeky chumps - should've known 'White Men Can't Jump'
But then House Of Pain jumped around and we were down again
And now I lost myself in the music, who's to blame ?
My brain finds rhymes to say with minimum strain
While you going through emotional pain trying to maintain
Weak emcees freeze at the sound of my name
Make em drop the mic like the shit was dowsed in flames
Verbally I burn rappers to the third degree
Murdering words, serve you in verse, supurb emcee
I spit an acapella freestyle while you rehearse to beats
You never seen or heard of anything worse than versing me
I know my A's and B's and make CD's with 'E'ase
I'm known to please and rock the mic with my 'F'ing G's
I get you lifted like ya smoking them trees
Uplift the game yo the name's Low Key
And don't you forget it let it embed up in ya memory
Like twin tower terrorist acts you will remember me
Or big bell bottoms and afro's from the seventies
The freshest emcee from the NT there will ever be
My cleverness if effortless I be forever fresh
Dope as it ever gets I never swet the coolest cat to represent
The NT, I'm friendly but whoever try to tempt me?
I warn you, my mic is like a clip that I'ma empty

Yo I aint callin anybody out here, just spittin.
Where I live my peeps is competetive.
But never negative.