To the N.A.C

We bringin' ruckus on the beat
Ba da boom, ba da bing
When the illest and realest
Together now that's the thing
That can cause a lot of mess
Cus we cuttin' off all the strings
If it ain't makin' sense
Let us spit what it means
Bringin' ruckus on the beat
Ba da boom, Ba da bing
It's the Kronik and the Funk
In the room it's about to be
A session of a mass destruction
So take a seat
Cus we talkin' bout the scene
So it's prolly gon' be a "Who'd it might be?"

I can spit 30 seconds
Better than a 30 minute EP, LP, whatever
Go ahead, try me
Y'all are bandwagon dogs
Chasing anybody on Frisbee
So here's mine I'm throwing it
You can try to catch it
All I see's a shitty compound
That y'all be calling industry
Wannabees wandering
Misery just loves company
Ability in verbal vicinity you hardly test me
Lyrically, vividly, hypothetically, realistically
Pun intended
Now who's the one to get offended
Your tone broke a note in the chord
They got offset and it's unfortunate
A flow so bad fall off an edge
Maybe drop the pen and leave
You need a proper orphanage
They say that I'm strange person
Now that a compliment
My bars could cross dimensions
An outer body experience
You feel it when you hear it
Your confidence get precarious
If my skill's nefarious
Don't meet my other variants
Flip on to Kronikle VII
He got the Funk
We tune it a level
You got the magnificent two
Lyrical standoff
We sling mics faster than you
Quickly unloadin' on the
Prodigal peasants that bait views
Don't get me started on the
So called legends
They push you false hope
To the point to where the ledge ends
Fame feeders
No different than fake leaders
They get you cheer-leading
Bunch of clowns in the circus

They want to sabotage hip hop
So they grab a dress harass
Every passerby to be exact
Building stages for artist
That came from rich families
The bigger enemies
Only want to make you broke with no money
Grabbing a rope
Tying all of your backbones to death
KronikFunk still here
Don't you ever fucking forget
Swinging bats many tongue collapsed
Let me hear y'all rap
Screw this so called backstabbing
Bloodsucking rap mugging industry
Please see this abilities vividly
You can call us strange
But you rather see us dead
We respect forefathers
That paved the way
While y'all bother about
Having a place a stay
No kings exist your rap is arthritis
If your feel you're king
Then baby come try this
Since 2013 we made the duo blast trees
Two brothers that made history
Silent rap skills
They only want to feature for fame
Take a picture for name
Play their songs and there's
Damages to brains
How can we sustain
Fake brotherhood and friendships
True brother stays
For whatever penmanship
KronikFunk brotherhood elite rap legit
You can count days and look
Through the years for recovery
These days real rap
Will never get you a salary

We bringin' ruckus on the beat
Ba da boom, ba da bing
When the illest and realest
Together now that's the thing
That can cause a lot of mess
Cus we cuttin' off all the strings
If it ain't makin' sense
Let us spit what it means
Bringin' ruckus on the beat
Ba da boom, Ba da bing
It's the Kronik and the Funk
In the room it's about to be
A session of a mass destruction
So take a seat
Cus we talkin' bout the scene
So it's prolly gon' be a "Who'd it might be?"