[intro]
It goes k to the o
K to the o
K to the o
K to the o
[verse 1]
I'm always stressed by mcs that wanna test
Try they best and yet, they leave the rest in the mess
Find they chest burnin’, learnin' of the mic returnin'
It’s like butter baby and you can hear the milk churnin'
While the lost boys yearnin'
For k-o to enter ya cipher, i'm not concernin'
My lesson's money earnin' like mount vernon
Turnin' my head from all the suckas till’ that one kid said
"yo you that fraud motherfucker"
Yo it’s [?], yo it didn't do me neither he’s a rookie
As dookie, yo i flow like the feeder nd
Be the freeway, together we slay
Yo you're ridin' give me leeway, yo son is d-day
And let daddy show you how to be straight the g-way
Yo i flipped through the first mc like an eastbay
His boys got mad, number two was what i called him
So we played his ass like mj with a spalding
Now the boys ballin, i think i hear ya mommy callin'
You say he had a career, nah that shit is fallin’
Now the third mc look like he stallin'
All polo'd down please mcs gear down, for the brawlin'
Did he stand tallin'? nope!
I heard his style broke, niggas think he dope
But he need to leave that weed alone
I got somethin' you can choke on
This microphone that you shitted on
I think number four wants to get it on
[chorus]
(three mcs dead from the south blown out massively, wild!)
[verse 2]
Mc number four steps through the door
Claimin' to be hardcore but not hard to the core
As in a solid foundation
Try to understand my frustration
As i lay my ears upon this abomination
Of microphonic amplification, for the duration
Of a twenty minute session my attention span is lessened to the point of nullification
My expression reverts from that of elation to near, sheer depression
Lesson number one son, you totin' guns none more
Than in the peace core, no need to front for
See as an mc i want more, the petty pen of mise'
Leave the fantasizing back with mister walking tattoo
Don't let me catch you or your crew on a rendezvous
Or else you due for a lyrical blistering
He walked away but i knew he wasn't listening
[verse 3]
Just then number five arrives
Claiming to keep the player vibe alive
Complete with lies and deceit
Like retrating to belize to push
Keys overseas but never seized the opportunity
To drop the facts, how you all that?
But still rockin' [?] like me?
I just assumed that you were pushin' wax from bmg
Simply, for now you still remain broke with me
Simply, you floatin' in the same boat with me
Once i voice the opinions of the crowd now hush
I saw the moisture flood his eyes, his face became flushed
Exit stage right, in a rush like part of the script
Five down prepare for the sixth
Number six was in the mix, fuzzled space shit
Yo i really didn't wanna hear him say shit
Yo niggas need to quit frontin'
Makin' up words for nothin
Observe the nerves, sport the shiny gold frontin's
Behind their ear the philly blunt, make their somethin'
How niggas really think you took it when they say they're from houston
But they're representin' brooklyn, please
Turn yellow mcs into purplular
Like that weed md, square cipher circular
Pair allow with ya infertile style nebula
Irregular [?] sound from competitor
Rap editor, rewritin' lyrics like a letter
You're lookin to the be the best, you're lookin at the better
So take notes cause you's a hip hop header
And if you used to love her then nigga you best forget her
Number seven had a live band
It was called flickdademics or somethin' like that
Had a swollen head but he was still soundin' flat
Had live instruments but still used the [?]
Talkin' bout "yo yo!", we're catchin' enough rec, shun
I thought started catchin rec back in 91'
We don't even have that to wax, we flow over cassettes
And still blow away your whole set
So the way i see it, you're no threat to me
So takin' you out will prove to be no sweat to me
It hit up like a sledgehammer all our misery
And the rest as they say is history
[outro]
There you have it, 7 mcs laid to rest