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.

This was ok

You need to elevate though, keep spittin and keep tryin

Peace

damn playboy you critiqued me so low then drop this dawg come on now what part of the game is that