Freestyle Boards president, back to drop bombs on zin-laden/
I post 9-11 & have all ya'll singin' "have you forgotten"/
Zin is such a 'wannabe' me that it makes me earl/
"zugga zugga"? what are you the missing 6th Spice Girl?/
But if you let him tell it, this nukka Zin is a MONSTA/
who done lik mo shots than every level of Contra/
but really your a joke it seems, sweeter than tangerines/
so Imma shorten ya life span kinda like a midget's genes/
This wanabe net thug who calls himself zin/
but his only shots of lead, are when I pencil him in /
How dare you dream to blaspheme againts the name of KnowOne/
almost made me hate your guts... till I remembered you have none/
come on dog you aint tough, ya just another attention whore/
who only comes accross as streetwise cuz ya verses are so POOR/
Where as you KNOW my foul rep, I impale noobs and disembowel vets/
thrown the towel yet? my punches swivel ya dome like owls necks/
how many times I done rocked this Zinfant to sleep with my fist?/
Dissapointed like Swan in the Warriors "I came back for this?"/
On the real, by now I’m sick of consistently bustin’ this queer up/
Sure crushin Zin can be fun....but it’s nothin to make a career of…




K.O. The Alias

"They say the Hood die young...."