[Pop The Brown Hornet]

Hip hopnotized, don't look surprised

As I lure you into the world of true lies

You never witnessed the excellence of pure poetry

Performed by a Shaolin monk straight out the monastery

Hittin your cranium like two jugs of helium

Blowin you up like explosives on a truck

The outcome is similar to Hiroshima

As I bounce off the scene like a jet-black Beamer

Nuthin like the rush I receive from killin MCs

Enemies better freeze before I squeeze

It's life or death wrapped up in a single breath

Electrifyin, watchin MCs careers dyin

Gettin struck with the accuracy of a sniper

No doubt, the sight of blood gets me hyper

Ready to run up in your area

With a silencer *wsh-wsh* die muthafucker

Yeah, wassup now boy, all you can take, you can't take no more

Next up is the Down Low Recka



[Down Low Recka]

In your circumference, quick fast you never saw me comin

Like that gun I'm stunnin, makin niggas run and

The shocker, I cause electrical sparks

Like a flashin light in the dark in the thunderstorm at night

The bark is equivalent to the bite

So test the teeth, nigga feel the grief

Bloodthirsty, observe as I rehearse thee murder plan

White man can't kill like my pen

I'll be damned if I let these niggas approach me

On the East side where my coast be, look closely

Before I snap my fingers and transform to smoke with the quickness

No doubt I'm sick with the slickness

The realness, ten years of dues I can't lose

Paid up, dyin in this bed that I made up

So be out before I spit out the venom

And be my victim so I can live forever in the rhythm



[Pop The Brown Hornet]

Bow down to the underground emperor

Once you enter the circle you find me in the cen