INTRO:(DAZ)
Yeah!Straight up 9-5!
Kurupt the motherfuckin Kingpin,Dat Nigga Daz
Creepin and crawlin through your hood,smokin,loccin
Provokin punk motherfuckers like this stuff.Wuz happenin?
(KURUPT)
In the dead of winter is when I kick my coldest phrases
Mentalest telepathy,lyrically it amazes
Constructioning thoughts that's as lethal as turpentine
An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons
In my zone(zone)you can't even find like Atlantis
Stalk like a prayin mantis,leavin battered bodies on the canvas
The burial ground for clowns,open casket
Trackin niggas down like fuckin basset hounds
Tragic how the mic gets handled
Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal
The scramble like Randall abusive when I recite on the stage
Double access with a brand new motherfuckin mic
(DAT NIGGA DAZ)
Can I grab the microphone and spit some shit that's known
To blow the mind of Michelangelo's poems
For rusty motherfuckers to be acting like they all in
With the click got checks that shit
And once again it's on and it's on with the gangsta shit
I create the beats that beats the fucks right outta ya speakers
(?Am so blown,shown for lootin?)grab the microphone alone
Like Jodeci,notice-see ya self needs help
The homie style got the strap on deck
Don't neglect the fact I can make you or break you(Break you)
Awake you to a new plateau wit' mo' hoes
Now the paper is made,now don't think twice
Niggas is gettin pimped because their game ain't tight -a
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