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[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 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)

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