just bustin lyrix as usual n ma bois write ma shit down.....


--check--

Whats a Krysis?, its like when u dont know were ya life is, or were ya wife is, or when the strife hits, an u hit, the bottom of a pit an think thats it-
or u dunno which ways which, untill ya mind clicks-
or ure fuckin up from a bad fix, or u cant figure out were the shoe fits--
but ma punches always connect n hit, like a clip an a tech-
so protect-ya-neck-n-hide-ya-deck-n-dont-inject or you'll b the next to hit-the-deck--
ya gettin vexed, cuz i'm endin yo life wit ma mic flex, pull it tight around ya throat till u hit the apex n have yo crew wonderin who's next?

--Switch-- (fast pace)

Is it cuz ma shit is crisper?-
Is that why u muthafuckaz whisper?-
whats he got? is he hot? can he rock the spot? an i bet he drives a lister-
i got a rock in ma ear but i aint got no lister, n when i switch styles i bust a slow jam like twista--
an ma flows reign like a storm, i'm always on form an, i gotta inform that i clash mic like thunder-
when ma shit gets bumped it makes yall 'bounce along' like ma name was 'wayne wonder'--
I got yall in a blunda or should i say a blizzard?-
shit i got more styles than colours on a chameleon lizzard--
an i'll strike u down like lightnin spittin lyrix that r freightnin,enlightenin, any emcee pre-writin-
you wanna bring beef?, then son we fightin--
then i'm re-writin, history, wit flows so drastic like morturies-
bitch mould ma name into that wax-plastic-
cuz all u muthafuckaz know.........I'm straight Class-Sic---

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