Krazy Kings Too Lyrics - Singles - 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)