Bigiddy bigiddy bigiddy bigiddy bigiddy bigiddy
Bang this at your club, at your work or at home
Like bangers in your tum, filling up your wrist and bones
Let it verborate, loud as KRS when he flows
Let the verb rebate, moving while the pavement grows
Surrounded by caveman flows while the legends lay low
Know it sad to say but this is what this Chris mass knows
And im glad 1 of my legends came back for the throne
Mister Phonte, bring it back mister Tigallo
So I cant go around thinking it is Just Us in the league
That was done before, I think around 2003
I only got it when I started growing hair over my cheeks
When Jermaine dropped who dat all over the beat
When I read that GURU died in hype magazine
Throwing out a Peace, rest in G O to the D
Although we all going to face the ground eventually
Facing judgement, walk through the halls of Amenti
So what 4, mister 4
Whose that yourll, its KRYSTHLa_MorF
So what 4, with such form
Whose that yourll, its KRYSTHLa_MorF
Thinking back im relaxing, blinking, yawning
Doing backflips with matresses thinking about balling
Living black, im relapsing to ancient ways calling
Like when I was a tadlip, getting hooked to the caution
Read on signs back when I had climbed over walls and
Just walking over peoples properties cause im boredend
By all these smack talking, fake ball hawking
False angles got a new pitch, holding their forks clinched
On your foreskin, ripped like porkskin
Chowed and mangled, extreme measures recording
So you forced in a crib, blind man walking
Bluffed by SAM, left in steam pressured pots boiling
Like jews done by Jesuits, watch who you messing with
They control everybody even the presidents
And all institution controlled residence
Thats why I started writing, to get ahead of them
So what 4, mister 4
Whose that yourll, its KRYSTHLa_MorF
So what 4, with such form
Whose thar yourll, its KRYSTHLa_MorF