Krazy Kings

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bigg Jus] I swing boomerangs and murder air attacks Blow out busted internet, access info out your back Clip cut you off, I'm too advanced for your little cause Pole position, my verbal contact no life support We'll maintain position, lift off to ignition Frequency feedback provide ammunition The brain cells panic sell two tons of the IQ When the energy starts to fornicate, that's when I punch through All type hard rock tracks that's hard to the max It's spacey like mixing up angel dust and crack Yo wait a God damned pagan minute, then pause on that My styles the man like the Ku Klux Klan be from deep down south Don't let one of these little emcees get lost on the wrong route Catch a Mississippi Burning fuck that then catch an arson Land mines, destruction, Far Rockaway to Carson You couldn't locate my SMPTE format using LoJack Bitch I'm all that Scratch the VIN number straight off your girls' back In fact black the injection of my lethal status Will ultimately break all beats down into antimatter You couldn't hang if you was bit by a radioactive spider I'm intrigued, your lackluster broken tarnished style Is unkempt and wild, and causing mayhem The battle rhymer mixed with tonic and El-P is fucking lethal Like a African disease killin' people And it's true, I'll pistol whip your whole crew till you're bogling Future styles are now lost to the blast of the force [Hook: Bigg Jus] It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The Krazy Kings three-finger caps and sparking tags with It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The Krazy Kings three-finger caps and sparking tags with It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The Krazy Kings three-finger caps and sparking tags with It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The Krazy Kings three-finger caps and sparking tags with [Verse 2: Bigg Jus] Incinerated Combustible, computer animated T2 Rhymes are benzine fractal poly-residue When taking away what little time that I got The mind view in energy oxen I pick the combination slot But in 1985 they injected me with rock Ten years of misdirected black killing, I'm back on the block Recuperating from the never-ending bloodshed of the war Though my pockets remain empty, my soul remains pure But tainted ixnay the whole education For the new rebirth of a super space station Practicing the science of shooting the planets from a distance While escaping without conscience of existence All will be lost no matter how much resistance From somewhere wicked in the West this way comes It seems that we underestimated Satan once again Time marches on for some but then some blends Into the recess of all style and no content All for the form of better communication I bet you wish you could eliminate the whole lower class population I be the fund raiser for my own expedition A pro-black family mind reconditioning For the multi-colored Pumas are no longer the flavor Unless you're one of those techno, trance, and jungle ravers [Hook: Bigg Jus] It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The Krazy Kings three-finger caps and sparking tags with It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The Krazy Kings three-finger caps and sparking tags with It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The Krazy Kings three-finger caps and sparking tags with It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The Krazy Kings three-finger caps and sparking tags with [Verse 3: Bigg Jus] I strike a match for you two dollar MC's that can't burn This is for your own concern I burn images in retinas for all you bitches faking You couldn't download my multi-disk without penetrating Complex code set to explode off of impact But it sees to that disco boogie mayhem dance track Lookie bitch at poetry that's on track like a bookie More heads be jocking my shit than a droptop at dookie Peep this, put together the form into pieces That form the eight steps for your mind increases Another ass whipping slashing my burn to pieces It's mad bogus, I'm fading in and out of focus Cock shoot cops tax me, I'm taxing you My gunshots scream nerve wracking, heads is pushing through Intensity, I booby-trap all known vicinities Leave you stinking like fish guts in a dumpster in Little Italy [Hook: Bigg Jus] It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The Krazy Kings three-finger caps and sparking tags with It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The Krazy Kings three-finger caps and sparking tags with It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The Krazy Kings three-finger caps and sparking tags with It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The Krazy Kings three-finger caps and sparking tags with It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The Krazy Kings three-finger caps and sparking tags with It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The Krazy Kings three-finger caps and 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