[Bigg Jus]    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