I'm the outscene slang kicker with no parental sticker

Risin y'all that wise words is much slicker

Under circumstances label advances

Ample opportunity, infinite chances

The rhyme, the unrelated beef I don't stress

I seen many killed for inifinte-e-less

Ya raps need a clips that packed with lies

Cowardlessly ya shot up those innocently wise

In extra long verses hundred bars the lim'

The percentage of the truth in the rhyme is one tenth

A solid mass of minerals, easily broke down

Hard rock MC's ya nothin but compound

Sparked by the endless greed of CEO's

in the videos with those questionable flows

Take it twenty-six, cut it down to four bars, make it a hook

if it's not I'm sure to send a book



Knock Knock

Who the fuck is bangin at my door?

Is it abstract commercial or hardcore?

Better know who the fuck they lookin for

Cuz they don't want more

Yo Knock Knock

Who the fuck is bangin at my door?

Is it abstract commercial or hardcore?

Better know who the fuck they lookin for

They don't want more



The CREAM of the crop we run circles that remain symmetrical

with lightnin victories that's highly electrical

My microphone is just too hot to handle

plus I don't fill ya ears with the, Pennister's scandal

I gift wrap the sawed-off, the DeeJay pump it

March to the sounds of Armstrong's trumpet

Great things satisfied great minds

You want me to paint scenes describe it in eight lines

Check it

Conceptional breakthrough, incomprehensible

Rap that make you, convinced it's invincible

Lease up my words, powerful hazardous

The most dedicated research the data; this

Info tempo, is gatherin momentum

A thousand rounds of ammo one of them was spentin

Applied science to, vocals we flyin through

Victorious always because I am who?



Knock Knock

Who the fuck is bangin at my door?

Is it abstract commercial or hardcore?

Better know who the fuck they lookin for

Cuz they don't want more

Yo Knock Knock

Who the fuck is bangin at my door?

Is it abstract commercial or hardcore?

Better know who the fuck they lookin for

They don't want more



I wrote this rhyme with a Sharpie

You see this dark key ignition's for those with keys

who wanna start me up

That's where nature and nightmare come merge

Put ya hole in so much inside ya gotta splurge

on these snakes with the things that, poke through your denim

When ya move it accelerates the action of the venom

But the purity and sacrifice gettin stung twice

from those who know dikes to cars that deep right

Cuz rhyme travelers are light years beyond

The Clan had a bomb that made the world respond

Considering my own future, I'm used ta

Damaging MC's then pollyin with producers

Whose main makin cereal from two tracks of serial

Hold! That song's playin weak ass material

We all peak at a singular point in time

'Till you see the sign, decide



Knock Knock

Who the fuck is bangin at my door?

Is it abstract commercial or hardcore?

Better know who the fuck they lookin for

Cuz they don't want more

Yo Knock Knock

Who the fuck is bangin at my door?

Is it abstract commercial or hardcore?

Better know who the fuck they lookin for

They don't want more