it s the immaculate conception accurate connection definite selection hazardous to your profession no protection from this musical perfection destroy your section snatching mic s from your possesion with no trajection your whole game lacks direction prime time my rhyme outshine your reflection mcgyver like creating bombs with mics inviting my pen to write is like igniting dynamite cause when the mic recites enemy crews unite for defenses leaving mcs as past tenses it senseless for you to even hope for you think you re doper i ll have you on the sofa crying out to oprah my words stimulate the nerves in your brain tissue with that ll leave you spinning like yoshimitsu clear like crystal banging like nuclear missiles you know the issue when your homie is singing i miss you it s official with deadly flows leaving rappers john doe to make them say yo i don t rhyme no more k o got you falling down like a roots video in slo mo running things fo sho chorus it s all about mind over matter it s all a matter of time before i go for mine drop the dotted line i d rather be the unsigned hype than the type to be the unhype signed like a lot of lyricists in our time i can t relate with the way we formulated rhymes is algebraic most of ya ll are still stuck in it need to quit or become celibate and not f with it trying to duplicate the format amazed at how we manipulate a four track show you right k o keeps the flow tight for every clark kent i present the kryptonite ain t no stopping me exercise mic control like it s stolen property philosophizing thought plato and socrates a demonstration into how to rock properly k o making you nauseous better remain cautious utilize discretion tight flow for k o is an obsession my life is all about progress and progression it s all a matter of time no question chorus x 2 k o rap flow like making a gat blow verbal 44 waiting to straighten your afro hot got you thinking we re drinking tobasco you wanna be an mc get what you ask for yo these homo mcs speed is slo mo yank and lick shots and still be bobo on the d low pack the verbal 44 got the po po running like flo jo k o s some naturally talented mo fos but since 92 we ve been in the shadows most of all these hi pro rappers are so so but they ain t never met with the threat of k o you need to lay low i hit mcs like a free throw we lay down the classic vocals like peabo bumrush the show like troops in kosovo k to the o your rap virtuosos chorus
['houston rap', 'underground rap']