[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 si
