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[Verse 1: Damien] We keep it heated to the core, through the floor Like the China syndrome, make it known Bring it forth, hellfire and brimstone Microphone mercenaries doing hits for free Sick of truth and fragile motherfuckers delicately Definitely never competing with the K-O-T I expect you will agree we don't accept the wack D-town to H-town we causing heads to crack Ceremony track masters as a matter of fact Taking back what is rightfully mine, time to shine Every line I design a syllable and a rhyme Got your mind playing tricks Every time making hits, DJ's making the mix You keep banging my shit We keep changing the pitch to lyrical excellence The triple threaded weather with mic perfectionist Better meditate, escalate the rhyme, time to elevate Melt wax to make it difficult to set the record straight [Verse 2: Micah] With more power than a spark plug Termite cause to live wire A rhyme writer that spit higher than split fire We street fighters with kicks tighter than Ryu I burn crews with rhymes hotter than Thai food With no flaw, I leave you with no jaw See we hard core, frame of mind against the law I'm setting up MC's for the Coup de Grace Just when I write no protection, straight raw It gets colder, I told the margin to move over These boulders, that I spit can break shoulders My pap' and pen pack more poison than king cobras I flip folders to make your team fold up Hold up, ain't no time outs, the game's over K-Otix in the marquee, the name's slower Ain't no protection from this flame thrower Steady scooping your girl because I can't show her, HUH I'm the game and I'm that damn good Coming off like Lorenzo's in bad neighborhoods You should, better yourself before you try to step up I'll be on the next level waiting for you to catch up [Verse 3: Headkrack] I play the low with my hat tilted And spit rhymes so raw, cats will be like "Hey yo, Krack killed it" Black and brilliant, I [spawn?] with metaphors And spit better bars, like years ahead of yours Hit beats like tether balls, more brains than brawn Me and K-Otix is here to bring the shame to your songs Your name belongs on a long list of homo thugs Krack's model of the moment, show no love MC's be talking about that their styles is fly But their records wouldn't sell if they didn't drink with princess Dai And he had a new program, that he recorded last week Your flow's less than booty, it's more like ass cheek Mad weak MC's, they better get muscle banned I'm like Tyson screaming "Fuck it dog, let's go another round" I make you underground using physical force Rip out your ad in The Source and put a [?] in your [?], you dork