Lyrics K-Y-D - Pats feat. The Kyd

K-Y-D's in ya town
K-Y-D's in ya town
K-Y-D's in ya town
Holding it down

Ya, if ya think ya ill as me get artillery ready
I rock like Killa Bees on a Dilla beat deadly
My medley ain't chivalry, it's pure villainy, Freddy
You can try and kill the king but can't hold the guillotine steady
Y'all in the field with me but the feelings be petty
No tranquility, man's skill'll beget these
Fucking silly beefs with the trill elite techniques
I fulfill the need, Kyd'll heal like he Sebi
Confetti I guess be the m-operandi
I'm Giuseppe with my pen jotting all day
I mesh these, the Em, Pac, the Dante
The Yella, Andre, that fella Kanye
My temp's hot, ya sauteed
Dim snots are entrées, engulf ya lodge, may
Lob eight Molotov, 'nades if ya send shottas our way
Recommend not, it's all plain
That the status quo is collapsing slow
From the blackened holes comes two Chatham locs
We in a class unknown, we turning rappers' domes
Into fucking battle zones, it's the rapture, homes
Judgement Day, bitch their worst enemy
Frustrated, I'm a burden to slay
Can't adjust, they blame this, their work demonstrates
There's no wordsmith today who's concurrent with Shane
So subversive playing this bloodcurdling game
Upward with fame, best duck, jerk, I aim
My cupboard contains the dust, urns of lames
You'll muck dirt, ya grave's been dug first and made
Fuck ya saying? I'm like Che, a vet
Ya dykes laid to rest, I'm the type to catch a case of wreck
Bayonet, it will stun, pay respect to the one
With the scope on ya til there's no longer breath in my lungs

Ya know it be the K
24/7 bitch we on slay
From pre-K to the PK we don't play
Can't escape or try to evade, just obey