Krazy Kings Too - Company Flow



[bigg jus]



It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters

The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick (4x)



I was once in the land where things would never go right

There lived a king who sang a swan song of afternoons and home life

Well he was found lost, murdered a mile away in yards and turnpikes

God bless little lune tns who got in him inhaling a few migraines

He stays on the shells and denims

Beyond his wildest fantasies never really thought he'd be drilling 'em

But ah, bs119 and wore black tvs and a long purple robe

Snatched up should portray his weapon

Forever flood the maddened chains and keep the revelations guessing

Whether through mind over matter mediation

Self actualization or even zoning out through deep relaxation

Yo, i came across grown men too scared to dream

I walked past them as a child with a staff on the south side of queens

Where the wild ones eye the title percent idol

Only thought was attain luxury, like the elevation wasn't vital

To keep pace with a crew that rallied back then, i'm treacherous

And willpower exploded stars out the path of nexuses

A true rebel who's, like, technically inclined to

Attract wannabe scientifical gold diggers and forty-niners

Empower you or strangle your ass like with the grapevine

I'm never out for the fame whereas i was told to bring fame to my name

And keep motivated on the down low

Like a northbound jersey packed train, apart from this

My crew, tight-knit circle with arsonists quick to set it

Like the rain forest gon' get chopped down regardless to who you are

If you ain't really witness the invisible

The clairvoyant rhyme blizzard, the tech hold arson as a missile

It's like, as i approach the two three hearts death's in the blow

Still one sixteenth of a gram is critical when it enters, so



It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters

The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick

(x4, alternating bigg jus, el-p)



[el-p]



Shit, i feel asphyxiated

I wear the city air like wet leather

Alone, though the populace dwells so closely together

Alarmingly dependent on technology i was raised as a child to keep me one

Trying to outrun white noise from my tv keeps me numb

Mr. disgusted, fortified, ill as confunksion

God's son, not a martyr but a fresh working member of a collective

Who travel through the blazing light as my corpse is dissected

Cell pack, give 'em a little something extra on the set

Licking a slug at brandon lee just to be offensive like tech

Told the redbone you can't comprehend, sex alone can't fulfill me

Just cause i'm pinoy don't mean the government's not trying to kill me

The krazy king to whom even himself remains anonymous

From conditioning to remnants of sarcasm and broken promises

To myself, born to be the b-boy of stealth clashes

Who plot a point on the graph for every crab that he harrasses

Citizens blitzkrieg nihilistic heart of dark euthanasia

Fifty thousand pen and pain phrase in alphabetical arrangement

Caught a cat scan to color print my delusion and frame it

Battle my old pseudonym with a quote from cold fusion explain shit

Before the three wheels hit the target

I'mma get a new life market, with bells on

But can only seem to fall all over harlots and sirens

And ignore those who really love me

Who in truth embody the rarity of true starlets

My man had a humor that's expressing and gentle

We played backgammon all night

Smoking kool cigs till the sun entered the temple

From a bad merger of substance of hell his brain swelled

It filled with liquid in october, trouble and on a bus to ac

When i saw his grave, i had the cubans so i doubled him

And affirmed to teach myself to float my way more credit

And the serum between something low and the love to keep them separate

And blitz commander won because his armful needs a medic

You must expedite functions of truth and stick to it

Choose a concrete and bad noise to burn fluid

Rubble becomes structure from the beauty of confusion

Alchemy: heal your pain with art, learn to use it



[bigg jus]



It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters

The krazy kings be thinking caps and sparking tags quick (10x)



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