featuring Kalonji the Immortal
[K] Whatch you on Kwan?
[M] I'm on some next shit kid
[K] Yo whatchu on Kwan?
[M] Yo I'm on some next shit kid
[K] Yo whatchu on Kwan?
[M] I'm on some next shit kid
[K] Well blueprint a niggaz face and use his head as the grid
[Mad Skillz]
Mad Skillz and the Immortal keepin it in the streets
Track back with amnesiac microphone techniques
I see the thunder hear the lightning when I'm writing
MC's are always fighting, I find that shit real inviting
So let's face it, cause as soon as we meet
you and your crew will dissapear like Lee from fuckin Beat Street
Breathtakin words, verbs, and subliminals
make MC's wanna have cookouts around my genitals
Smackin dice and boobytrappin mics
Watchin MC's try to see me when they know I'm beyond they sights
Mortals with no skills, check the fusion
Yo my style's a gold digger, cause me and her be usin men
Professionals, mass intellectuals
Snatchin the man out your body like a homosexual
I'm kickin style to make the microphone sweat
cause we on some shit, that the next nigga ain't on yet
[M] Whatch you on K?
[K] I'm on some next shit kid
[M] Yo whatchu on K?
[K] Yo, I'm on some next shit K
[M] Yo whatchu on K?
[K] I'm on some next shit kid
[M] Well blueprint a niggaz head and use his face as the grid
[Kalonji]
My lyrics split, oceans, the mystic, phenomenon
Kalonji rocks, rhymes like, Romulan war bombs
Inside flow, realistic, perfectonist
Intelligence posesses my brain like the Exorcist
I change, and switch places like an inter-transitional
element, from outer space
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