Lyrics Krazy Kings Too (radio) - Company Flow
(Bigg
jus)
It's
the
classic
underground
styles
of
the
urban
masters
The
krazy
kings
be
thinking
caps
and
sparking
tags
quick
(4x)
I
was
once
in
the
land
where
things
would
never
go
right
There
lived
a
king
who
sang
a
swan
song
of
afternoons
and
home
life
Well
he
was
found
lost,
murdered
a
mile
away
in
yards
and
turnpikes
God
bless
little
lune
tns
who
got
in
him
inhaling
a
few
migraines
He
stays
on
the
shells
and
denims
Beyond
his
wildest
fantasies
never
really
thought
he'd
be
drilling
'em
But
ah,
bs119
and
wore
black
tvs
and
a
long
purple
robe
Snatched
up
should
portray
his
weapon
Forever
flood
the
maddened
chains
and
keep
the
revelations
guessing
Whether
through
mind
over
matter
mediation
Self
actualization
or
even
zoning
out
through
deep
relaxation
Yo,
I
came
across
grown
men
too
scared
to
dream
I
walked
past
them
as
a
child
with
a
staff
on
the
south
side
of
queens
Where
the
wild
ones
eye
the
title
percent
idol
Only
thought
was
attain
luxury,
like
the
elevation
wasn't
vital
To
keep
pace
with
a
crew
that
rallied
back
then,
I'm
treacherous
And
willpower
exploded
stars
out
the
path
of
nexuses
A
true
rebel
who's,
like,
technically
inclined
to
Attract
wannabe
scientifical
gold
diggers
and
forty-niners
Empower
you
or
strangle
your
ass
like
with
the
grapevine
I'm
never
out
for
the
fame
whereas
I
was
told
to
bring
fame
to
my
name
And
keep
motivated
on
the
down
low
Like
a
northbound
jersey
packed
train,
apart
from
this
My
crew,
tight-knit
circle
with
arsonists
quick
to
set
it
Like
the
rain
forest
gon'
get
chopped
down
regardless
to
who
you
are
If
you
ain't
really
witness
the
invisible
The
clairvoyant
rhyme
blizzard,
the
tech
hold
arson
as
a
missile
It's
like,
as
I
approach
the
two
three
hearts
death's
in
the
blow
Still
one
sixteenth
of
a
gram
is
critical
when
it
enters,
so
It's
the
classic
underground
styles
of
the
urban
masters
The
krazy
kings
be
thinking
caps
and
sparking
tags
quick
(X4,
alternating
bigg
jus,
el-p)
(El-p)
Shit,
I
feel
asphyxiated
I
wear
the
city
air
like
wet
leather
Alone,
though
the
populace
dwells
so
closely
together
Alarmingly
dependent
on
technology
I
was
raised
as
a
child
to
keep
me
one
Trying
to
outrun
white
noise
from
my
tv
keeps
me
numb
Mr.
disgusted,
fortified,
ill
as
confunksion
God's
son,
not
a
martyr
but
a
fresh
working
member
of
a
collective
Who
travel
through
the
blazing
light
as
my
corpse
is
dissected
Cell
pack,
give
'em
a
little
something
extra
on
the
set
Licking
a
slug
at
brandon
lee
just
to
be
offensive
like
tech
Told
the
redbone
you
can't
comprehend,
sex
alone
can't
fulfill
me
Just
cause
I'm
pinoy
don't
mean
the
government's
not
trying
to
kill
me
The
krazy
king
to
whom
even
himself
remains
anonymous
From
conditioning
to
remnants
of
sarcasm
and
broken
promises
To
myself,
born
to
be
the
b-boy
of
stealth
clashes
Who
plot
a
point
on
the
graph
for
every
crab
that
he
harrasses
Citizens
blitzkrieg
nihilistic
heart
of
dark
euthanasia
Fifty
thousand
pen
and
pain
phrase
in
alphabetical
arrangement
Caught
a
cat
scan
to
color
print
my
delusion
and
frame
it
Battle
my
old
pseudonym
with
a
quote
from
cold
fusion
explain
shit
Before
the
three
wheels
hit
the
target
I'mma
get
a
new
life
market,
with
bells
on
But
can
only
seem
to
fall
all
over
harlots
and
sirens
And
ignore
those
who
really
love
me
Who
in
truth
embody
the
rarity
of
true
starlets
My
man
had
a
humor
that's
expressing
and
gentle
We
played
backgammon
all
night
Smoking
kool
cigs
till
the
sun
entered
the
temple
From
a
bad
merger
of
substance
of
hell
his
brain
swelled
It
filled
with
liquid
in
october,
trouble
and
on
a
bus
to
ac
When
I
saw
his
grave,
I
had
the
cubans
so
I
doubled
him
And
affirmed
to
teach
myself
to
float
my
way
more
credit
And
the
serum
between
something
low
and
the
love
to
keep
them
separate
And
blitz
commander
won
because
his
armful
needs
a
medic
You
must
expedite
functions
of
truth
and
stick
to
it
Choose
a
concrete
and
bad
noise
to
burn
fluid
Rubble
becomes
structure
from
the
beauty
of
confusion
Alchemy:
heal
your
pain
with
art,
learn
to
use
it
(Bigg
jus)
It's
the
classic
underground
styles
of
the
urban
masters
The
krazy
kings
be
thinking
caps
and
sparking
tags
quick
(10x)
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