INTRO:(DAZ)



Yeah!Straight up 9-5!



Kurupt the motherfuckin Kingpin,Dat Nigga Daz



Creepin and crawlin through your hood,smokin,loccin



Provokin punk motherfuckers like this stuff.Wuz happenin?





(KURUPT)



In the dead of winter is when I kick my coldest phrases



Mentalest telepathy,lyrically it amazes



Constructioning thoughts that's as lethal as turpentine



An expert when I flex rhymes feared like ex-cons



In my zone(zone)you can't even find like Atlantis



Stalk like a prayin mantis,leavin battered bodies on the canvas



The burial ground for clowns,open casket



Trackin niggas down like fuckin basset hounds



Tragic how the mic gets handled



Prodigious like a vandal on a midnight scandal



The scramble like Randall abusive when I recite on the stage



Double access with a brand new motherfuckin mic





(DAT NIGGA DAZ)



Can I grab the microphone and spit some shit that's known



To blow the mind of Michelangelo's poems



For rusty motherfuckers to be acting like they all in



With the click got checks that shit



And once again it's on and it's on with the gangsta shit



I create the beats that beats the fucks right outta ya speakers



(?Am so blown,shown for lootin?)grab the microphone alone



Like Jodeci,notice-see ya self needs help



The homie style got the strap on deck



Don't neglect the fact I can make you or break you(Break you)



Awake you to a new plateau wit' mo' hoes



Now the paper is made,now don't think twice



Niggas is gettin pimped because their game ain't tight -a