featuring Kalonji the Immortal

[K] Whatch you on Kwan?

[M] I'm on some next shit kid

[K] Yo whatchu on Kwan?

[M] Yo I'm on some next shit kid

[K] Yo whatchu on Kwan?

[M] I'm on some next shit kid

[K] Well blueprint a niggaz face and use his head as the grid

[Mad Skillz]

Mad Skillz and the Immortal keepin it in the streets

Track back with amnesiac microphone techniques

I see the thunder hear the lightning when I'm writing

MC's are always fighting, I find that shit real inviting

So let's face it, cause as soon as we meet

you and your crew will dissapear like Lee from fuckin Beat Street

Breathtakin words, verbs, and subliminals

make MC's wanna have cookouts around my genitals

Smackin dice and boobytrappin mics

Watchin MC's try to see me when they know I'm beyond they sights

Mortals with no skills, check the fusion

Yo my style's a gold digger, cause me and her be usin men

Professionals, mass intellectuals

Snatchin the man out your body like a homosexual

I'm kickin style to make the microphone sweat

cause we on some shit, that the next nigga ain't on yet

[M] Whatch you on K?

[K] I'm on some next shit kid

[M] Yo whatchu on K?

[K] Yo, I'm on some next shit K

[M] Yo whatchu on K?

[K] I'm on some next shit kid

[M] Well blueprint a niggaz head and use his face as the grid

[Kalonji]

My lyrics split, oceans, the mystic, phenomenon

Kalonji rocks, rhymes like, Romulan war bombs

Inside flow, realistic, perfectonist

Intelligence posesses my brain like the Exorcist

I change, and switch places like an inter-transitional

element, from outer space

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