Real, rough, rugged, and raw
Yea I float like Ali
But my stance be that of a southpaw
Quit all the chitter - chatter
My flow is liable to make bones shatter
And forget who came before and what you saw
I been breaking cats off like a glass jaw

So rappers let's play
Pick a straw
Enough wit all the pranks
Lyrically I'm makin all mc's walk planks
Claiming to be "Artists" but all you drawin is blanks

Vibe to what I prescribe
Shorty was born to ride
And you can’t enable this...
Kris is the lyricist droppin bombs within a 10 mile radius of where you reside
Have you ever heard dirty words spoken so clean??
Watch and learn how I peep the scene
Waves spinnin
The bars inclined while my seats reclined
Doin that Cali Gangsta Lean

Yes he's in the BUILDING, stop askin
Rockin more 'ice' than Aspen
Talkin with that sly west coast accent
Havin cats swallow my shit more than over the counter Aspirin

I'm the noise boys make before climaxin'
I'm that old pimp who got that ass taxin'
I'm the hood hustler who's keepin that paper stackin'

ILL wrecking machine both far and near
The Art of Rhyme Engineer
Who endeared pain, sweat, and tears all in 21 years
Exposing the fears of enemies
Shit, it ain't even too many originals left
Just mini me's
Who got this game fucked up and only talk about bitches and semis
That gets no respect....
I don't need tek's to sever heads from necks
I'm playin my hood like the corner man...
I dare you to put a mic in your hand...
You'll fuck around and leave tha hood in the back of a "coroner" van


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