Yo What
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
Tonight da rap shit I'll be kickin' will flow
Cause on the mic I drop a mass of rhymes like a hundred Kilows
Gee, there will neva be an MC like me
Rappin' like this is eighty three
Fuck the salary cause I neva rap for sale
My shit ain't a product I expect no gain
Let me do my own mothafuckin' business
Knowin' that money ain't my goddamn purpuse
I'm the Kil to the Ow to the mothafockin' Gee
Act like you know, but neva trynna diss me
I'm like the pioneers, my shit sounds clear
And on the wheel I shift straight to tha mothafuckin' seven gear
Brotha word, I keep my hands on a vinyl
And I pack words ready to spit for battle
No prayer to know, no creed to follow
And here's the last days, so fuck tomorow
I got liquid blades running throught my veins
My lyrics go as fast as a cheetah runs away
G-E-E rockin' on the MIC
Get ready to be trashed if you fuck with me
Cause I'm strapped wit' rhymes that you should listen to
And if you try to take mine then Imma diss you too
I use to rock a lot, bringin' all I got
And I piss you off punk, ready or not, So What
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?!
Word is born, no time for caution
Moving, so fast like a bullet I shot 'em
Fuck School, I wanna play by my rules
I need nobody to tell me what I deserve, fools
I walk down the streets, like a wild threat
I can beat you straight out without breaking a sweat
I'm the Kilow, I kill yo, suckers running around
A lyrical murderer making every shot count
Capital K, El Kilow in the flesh
Fast I blast batards from first to last
I kick shit that is mad hardcore
And when it's on it's on, that's how strong my lyrics are
Ready for the worse, even if it's facing a curse
On the mic, spittin' fire I ignite every verse
Time is my enemy, but I got lyrics to yell
This is a message from the depths of hell
And Rappers play it hard then go romantic
Lunatic, catch my rhymes cause yours sound plastic
I'm back, mad and loud, breaking the shit out
Freed from my cage, I freak mothafockaz out
If it don't make sense then I don't give a goddamn
I care about the flow, but the rest I'll slam it
Son you can't cope, my shit stays close to the block
With everybody shoutin': (Yo what)
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?!
What?! And I piss you off punk!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?!
Yo What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
Tonight da rap shit I'll be kickin' will flow
Cause on the mic I drop a mass of rhymes like a hundred Kilows
Gee, there will neva be an MC like me
Rappin' like this is eighty three
Fuck the salary cause I neva rap for sale
My shit ain't a product I expect no gain
Let me do my own mothafuckin' business
Knowin' that money ain't my goddamn purpuse
I'm the Kil to the Ow to the mothafockin' Gee
Act like you know, but neva trynna diss me
I'm like the pioneers, my shit sounds clear
And on the wheel I shift straight to tha mothafuckin' seven gear
Brotha word, I keep my hands on a vinyl
And I pack words ready to spit for battle
No prayer to know, no creed to follow
And here's the last days, so fuck tomorow
I got liquid blades running throught my veins
My lyrics go as fast as a cheetah runs away
G-E-E rockin' on the MIC
Get ready to be trashed if you fuck with me
Cause I'm strapped wit' rhymes that you should listen to
And if you try to take mine then Imma diss you too
I use to rock a lot, bringin' all I got
And I piss you off punk, ready or not, So What
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?!
Word is born, no time for caution
Moving, so fast like a bullet I shot 'em
Fuck School, I wanna play by my rules
I need nobody to tell me what I deserve, fools
I walk down the streets, like a wild threat
I can beat you straight out without breaking a sweat
I'm the Kilow, I kill yo, suckers running around
A lyrical murderer making every shot count
Capital K, El Kilow in the flesh
Fast I blast batards from first to last
I kick shit that is mad hardcore
And when it's on it's on, that's how strong my lyrics are
Ready for the worse, even if it's facing a curse
On the mic, spittin' fire I ignite every verse
Time is my enemy, but I got lyrics to yell
This is a message from the depths of hell
And Rappers play it hard then go romantic
Lunatic, catch my rhymes cause yours sound plastic
I'm back, mad and loud, breaking the shit out
Freed from my cage, I freak mothafockaz out
If it don't make sense then I don't give a goddamn
I care about the flow, but the rest I'll slam it
Son you can't cope, my shit stays close to the block
With everybody shoutin': (Yo what)
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?!
What?! And I piss you off punk!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?! What?!
What?!
Yo What?!
Credits
Writer(s): Guillaume Dulong
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