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Hit it off now
Feelin' this
K to the O, that's all you know

Now you crossed the wrong line you fine
You' behind intertwined in the rhyme with nigga's you know the time if you real
We packed like steel to cause damages, soft emcees I eat 'em like egg sammiches
For the trouble, bust your bubble, bubbalicious, delicious, check the flava'

Flava check
Now you save a selectious from a collective thoughts of intellect, that intersect yet
I won't begin with no sexual innuendos, a dark back street with foggy windows
Flippin' cadillacks from my pent home
Co-rhyming indo smoke, joking on, blowing smoke out the window
Blowing simplified versions of extended mental, co-incidentally extends from the existential
Breathing life into the Mic

To the I
D to the amien, the two illest
God created homo sapiens to - provide the lyrical royal like a regal
Dangerous deception like the speed of a Diesel, so ease on
Time to hit the road if it's grim, cause we be dunkin' on these brothers, I be hanging on the rim

Clear the phlegm, no time for metaphoric speeches
Rock produced it, my large amplified acoustics
Without the use of rhetoric, known to crack, we'll back it up real quick
Acting up will get you slit to say the least

Relax, relate, release
Incredible the flow, delivery like domino
Got the shorty bouncin' in the party like insanical
Livin' for my rhyme like Khalel and his radio
Here we go Pop you can't stop like a pringle, behold the single
To make your head and shoulders tingle

With lyrical delinquency indecently increasing the frequency, speaking free verse first of all
Cause lyrically when I design a rhyme I tend to be finicky, the lyrics have no function, no instruction no assembly
Too many men pretend to be, the man of the century, and analy we all lose virginity, essentially
Too many have encouraged with universal proximity, reptilian tongues with the rass of obseneties
Consider me the symphony of those who show no sympathy, and zapp sounds getting kept down like the Kennedys
Especially with wack emcees, in fact similes
Copycatting bastards, none can surpass us

It's my turn to burn emcees into ashes, blowing those spots with shots of fatal gashes
Commin' out blasting verbally any fool that be askin', certainly you can get some

Uhm, this, metaphorical enforcer, sourcerer of semantics
Considered wicked word play, grand champion of grammatical acrobatics
My sound comes down like Ron Brown in the Adriatic
See the lyrics leave you in awe, can't describe my sound is got this certain je ne sais quoi
Round without a flaw, K-O's to keep it raw for the show

K to the O
That's all you know

K-Otix Universal