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Krazy Kings Lyrics - Singles - Company Flow

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 goddamned 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 synthy format using LoJack, bitch I'm all that 

Scratch the bed numbers 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 charted style 

Is unkempt and wild causing mayhem 

 

The battle rhymer mixed with tonic and El-P is fucking lethal 

Like a African disease killer people 

And it's true I'm messing with your whole crew till you're bogling 

'Cause your style is now off with a blast of the force 

 

It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters 

The Krazy Kings, these thinking caps be sparking tags quick 

The Krazy Kings, these thinking caps be sparking tags quick 

The Krazy Kings, these thinking caps be sparking tags quick 

The Krazy Kings, these thinking caps be sparking tags quick 

 

It's been rated combustible, computer animated T2 

Winds up enzyme fractal poly-residue 

When taking away what little time that I got 

The mind view in energy oxen I pick the combination spot 

 

When in 1985 they injected me with props 

Ten years of misdirected blacks 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 

 

Retained it exists laid a 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 

Or would be laws no matter how much I resistance 

 

From somewhere wicked in the West this way comes 

It seems that we underestimated Satan once again 

Time marches on but some and then some blends 

Into the recess of all starving 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 transient jungle ravers 

 

It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters 

The Krazy Kings, be thinking caps and sparking tags quick 

The Krazy Kings, be thinking caps and sparking tags quick 

The Krazy Kings, be thinking caps and sparking tags quick 

The Krazy Kings, be thinking caps and sparking tags quick 

 

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 quotes 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 face guts in a dumpster in Little Italy 

 

It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters 

The Krazy Kings, be thinking caps and sparking tags quick 

The Krazy Kings, be thinking caps and sparking tags quick 

The Krazy Kings, be thinking caps and sparking tags quick 

The Krazy Kings, be thinking caps and sparking tags quick 

 

The Krazy Kings, be thinking caps and sparking tags quick 

The Krazy Kings, be thinking caps and sparking tags quick 

The Krazy Kings, be thinking caps and sparking tags quick 

The Krazy Kings, be thinking caps and sparking tags quick 

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