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 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 x4
 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 x4
 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 x8