[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 but sat idle  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)