K.C. SICCNESS

[K.C.?RIDDLER?]

My rhyme grows stronger, it gets longer
With the crowd my job is to inform ya
As the beat goes my rhymes in time flow
Now you know I'm good to go, so
I must continue, don't insinue
That the party's through, cause I begin to
Put in overtime with a rhyme of mine
That goes through my mind at that time
Never written down, never put in sound
But it still sounds - down
Deeper the ride goes the waves'll spray ashore
Then like a sea shell - I score
The sounds from underground
Bound to be around
Years ago I sunk - thought he has drowned
To reappear from the pier, it ain't clear
But the closer it gets your ears start to hear
Lyrics are poetry,
The shadow I cast will pass with authority
Quiz the majority, who would they rather see
?RIDDLER? from K.C.
How can we go on, how can we get strong?
The question stays for days, then I go on
And show you how it's done, one on one, my son
There's no other way - cause it's fun.

 

[K.C.?RIDDLER?]

Now the pace is straight, I won't wait
Give you a chance to dance, recouperate
From the first blow that I throw slow
When the bass goes, deep as logo
So you know-know, there's a show, so
You must go-go, cause I'm on solo
Whoever thought the rhyme was weak was totally wrong
Throughout the song I get
Lyrically packed and strapped, kill the tracks that co-exist
With the soloist to put it on wax
At check-out time and now records are mine
You find in the hands of fans who need more jams
Rhythm can only give em what you give em
But lyrics intense with meaning - hit em
Heartburn reflex, stretchin the intellect
The mind is a serious tool - bet
Funky when it gets goin, words flowin
Smooth as a melody, and I'm showin
It doesn't take much, a rhythm and few cuts
And there you have a song - but
In order to make it hit, rhymes click
Together like Lego sticks, you fix
Beats and background, now your sound sounds
Good enough to call it legit
And make it the shit.

 

[K.C.?RIDDLER?]

What does it take for rappers that have to
Use a rhymin mind to capture
The crowd's attention, dissension mentioned
This leads to chaos, mayhem and tension
Cause rap's an art, dissect it, take it apart
And you will find in time genuine thought
Rather than take more I absorb yours
And wring em out one by one - done
Finished with amateurs, the rhyme's my stamina
That prolongs my song, yet I manage to
Treasure the threshold and use my stronghold
While you succumb to the drum and the rhyme flow
Fixin whatever's broken, words spoken
In a rhythmic tone that focus
On reality, my mentality
Keeps the amount and count of the casualties
It's not a tragedy when I move emphatically
Actually, it's just Me.

So finally I've appealed to your ear
It took a while for my style, but it's here
For those who waited, debated and spectated
K.C. has arrived, so be elated
Sure there's more to come, rhythm tracks and drums
Paragraphs of rhymes never heard from
Anyone else who attempts to get with it
You might as well forget it
Cause it's shit

 

[K.C.?RIDDLER?]

I represent 4 albums at 25 years old
Millions of copies sold and 2 albums that went gold
I represent a Benz, BMW and a Cherokee
And still the industry won't respect me
Yeah, they give a lot of respect and props
But then the rappers that get em done had albums that flopped
I never flopped an album in my career
You could stand in my shadow and you still couldn't see me here
So brother, check up on your Billboard pops
And you'll see I got more slots than a cheetah's got spots
I wrecks, gets wicked, you niggas couldn't stick it
Forget it, you regret you ever stepped to this man, so bet
I recollect, a-mic-checka 1-2 and what you're thinkin?
I want respect like Aretha Franklin
So when you see me just back the fuck up
Cause see, your shit was like my dick right now (and that sucks)
I represent a strong black mind, I'm one of a kind
Vice President of my own
Makin g's on the microphone
I gets props, I get fanmail, hell
I'm the man of the hour, got more power than that kid Fidel
Castro, as if you didn't know
It's all about do-re-mi, so follow me, hoe, so
It's the Magician and I'm magically stickin
Cause you're magically imitatin and misrepresentin

 

[K.C.?RIDDLER?]

Goddamn, I am what I am, watch me wreck it
I microphone-check it, Mr. Cool, Calm, Collected
Goin buckwild damn, I got mad styles, 'ooooh chiiild..'
Things'll get easier - meanwhile
I represent the hood where I grew as a kid
To wreck shop, so I did, not your everyday normal neg-
roe, I'm dishin out mad flows, you know I'm a rhyme pro
So don't even front, hizzoe, mizzym
Styles are nothin short of dope
If I wanted em clean, I woulda wrote my shit down on a bar of soap
I gets intricate and slit your throat
With skills so unreal you get ch-chills on each and ever note
So all you wanna-be's, nigga please
Back the fuck up cause K.C. MC's will take you out with ease
We got it goin on, you know it won't be long
We got your girlie sayin (he-ey that's my song!)
Infinite the lyrical injector, come selector
Like Wu-Tang said you best protect your neck
Cause I ain't got no heart for you, for you I have no heart
My crew'll rip your ass in two like in _Jurassic Park_
If you step in our way you best keep steppin, son
Cause we're (movin on up) just like the Jeffersons
Now you been rocked by the Infinite
I gots to get the hell out and let the next brother come and represent

 

[K.C.?RIDDLER?]

Hah shit - gimme this mic, I got some shit I wanna stress
Relax, release, represent, gets off my chest
You niggas know that I'm in it for the action
Cause 'I'll be there' like my name was Michael Jackson
I find more skies to make money than Delta
I guts niggas like a fish and murder em up like helter skelter
Who felt the, wrath of my staf, I'm cuttin niggas in half
Servin myself a bloodbath with just one paragraph
So slow your roll, I wanna know how you figure
That you were quicker and bigger, bigger and quicker than a bigger nigga?
I stay strong in a battle, I never fled
I gets juiced like Tupac and say em (this nigga's scared!)
Cause we make shit to make your speakers thump
And to that nigga ??at Maniac??, we pissed in the fuckin swamp
I got niggas bobbin they heads and grabbin they dicks
And yellin out loud (yo kid, that's the shit!)
The unorthodox I drop, you can't touch
You hang around my jock so much your name should be Nuts
So 'do you know..' who you're fuckin with
Cause when you step into K.C. you get your wig split
I see you carbon copy rappers don't understand
Cause I starts screamin like Chris Tucker (piss off, man!)
And now it's over, I know you can't get with me
Cause I be chillin with my brothers droppin ('agony')

 

[K.C.?RIDDLER?]

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K.C. Madness 3:47

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Stackin' Money 3:50

 

[Da Bay]

Is it Christmas , cuz everybodys rapping, theres too much yaping , and your lyrics are weak your nothing but a mark in a bucket sky lark I'm Mister Furly and I'm feelin my self (RIP Mac DRE)



Nigga on da real go get a fast food job.

 

[BaYzHe||!PoW!||]

this shit is so simplistic... insinue... thats not even a real word... lots of grammatical and syntax errors... just seems like you rhyme a lot of words... it seems like you REALLY want to be dougie fresh...

 

[BaYzHe||!PoW!||]

this shit is so simplistic... insinue... thats not even a real word... lots of grammatical and syntax errors... just seems like you rhyme a lot of words... it seems like you REALLY want to be dougie fresh...

 

[BaYzHe||!PoW!||]

this shit is so simplistic... insinue... thats not even a real word... lots of grammatical and syntax errors... just seems like you rhyme a lot of words... it seems like you REALLY want to be dougie fresh...