[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 si