this Ktunaxa Kid, will off ya wig
often SizZ's, thoughts get sick
Everytime I drop the spits,
Emcees leavin wit noggin split
to be honest its,
just my form of occupation
The weather channel has SizZ warnings
the way I storm across the nation
I got more than observations,
I keep my nugs skunky, like the 40waters tastin'
On the Rez; Some portraits are just faceless
Mystic elements, See visions of pink elephants
No mc can f--k wit me, they all remainin celibate
they're delicate, I eat em up just for the hell of it
Mouthfull like a pelican, then go for they relatives
Verbal ellegance, combined wit Raw Fury
When I got off the stage any emcee I saw scurried
Dug up the hatchet but I got the glock buried
the cops hurry, and follow me
like Im rage against the machines show
I freak flows, attack wack rappers till their meat shows
if the beats slow, I just kick it up an spit double time
my troubled mind, is at peace after a couple rhymes
I shuffle lines, kick and spit em out like this
I pounce on kids, my dj scratch em and they bounce real quick
DooM Council shit, keep it proper like butlers do
I eat emcees for breakfast,brunch,lunch, and supper too
I just a young mc that bust a move
Proved the truth, cant no one out there funk wit doom.
a lil sumn sumn

SizZLe LuNg

C.o.D.