K.O.D (Kiss Of Death)

Mr. Groove
Unh.....This is Hip Hop
(so this is what you wanted hunh) The Gladiator Sport
Here come the King of the city

Verse 1 (Mr. Groove)
You are now in the presence of greatness
The flow is like the fountain of youth the spits ageless
Niggas claim for my throne was baseless plus them niggas can't afford the payments
They don't understand the obligations of being the POTUS
They peddling bad bundles with claims of pushing out dope
But Charlie got that blanco boy
Kingpin with the ink-pen rhyme lord of the written (shit)
It's the real McCoy
Like the pain when your neck's tied dangling above the floor
I took three niggas added three to the first figure
Then multiplied that by the sum of three
EXCUSE ME that ain't enough lets get three more added to that number before
Now that's a twenty-one rapper feast plated for the carnivore (ha ha...let's eat)
Let's make it an encore
The imagery is painted in enemy blood I'm really 'bout the art of war
I'm really bout to overhaul the city
Too many wack niggas here fuckin up the imagery
Let me teach you the ABC's and 123's of checkin these MIC's
Let me show you the do's and don'ts the wills and won'ts
Cuhz you young niggas need a chaperon
Yeah the new god mc preaching this gospel to my ministry
Pourin out bowls of wrath upon the 303 for not believing, for wavering
And the ultimate sin of blasphemy
Know my family blast for me
Now its too late for you niggas to ask for me
Feel the agony defeat brings
You are now underneath the rule of three kings
Groove The Boss, Pee Da Gee, Poetik Genius the rap game trinity
Unrivaled supremacy veer out your lane into ours there will be no clemency
Just death sentencing by def sentencing
We playing chess while niggas is still checkering
We the best committed to excellence
You niggas clamor for beef your bodies can't digest
Your ass can't cash that check that your mouth wrote
Didn't your momma tell you be quiet 'round grown folk
You gone learn today, that's right baby boy you gone learn today
You gone see the Juggernaut is not for play
And that path that you seek it is not the way
You gone see you are simply prey for the prey that I prey upon
So say your prayers and pray I show mercy on
Fuck that I'm merciless my dark flow is murderous
Blackheart like Foe and Yonas
Terminal with it no longer am I supportive
Any thoughts of confrontation mother fucker you had better abort it nigga
My lowest point is a mile high above
The highest point that you niggas dream about going shit
I set the bar high; HipHop and Gangsta
I spit that shit from both sides cuhz the skills are multi, check the archive
My rap sheets authentic so the g shit that I spit
It is properly represented
Marksman leave your dome properly vented
So you know that boss shit is much more than an image
Let me teach you the ten rap commandments
On second though never mind you wouldn't understand it
That shit to you is foreign language; advanced mathematics
Your rudimentary skills lie beneath the average
And these same niggas say they verse everybody
So here comes the Tall Man I brought hearses for every body
No need to name names the Kiss Of Death applied is obvi
Leave you bitch niggas exposed here behold the Full Monty
My crew is motley the storm causing the Tsunami
This dome call was delivered by El Mariachi
Don't let you ego be the cause for your ruin
Cuhz the only three's I recognize are Groovin or Moovin