Introductions

Ya probably never heard of me Word, it just occurred to me Forever word clever, whatever You couldn't learn to be An expert, sure Slur a curse over a verse Absurd to me I'll take a blunt ride in my hearse I'm K-C-L-S Illest, the best no jest Yo, I put the other rap to the test Hittin' on blunts when the beat's on a rest I cook the mic all night, spice with a zest It's nice right, the flows you know go so tight Gettin' high when I write, sip a drink full of spite Think like a Sprite, my lines taste so sweet Other rappers think I cheat slappin' raps on a beat Yo, I bring no compunction just a proper introduction Gettin' drunk in the back, so many blunts I can't function Then I blow up a stage like it's a fuckin' eruption No luck, just the logic like a proof by induction Puffin' chronic supersonic and becomin' iconic Killin' all the other rappers like a plague bubonic, I'm on it ...Rappin', just a bit too honest Droppin' bomb shit sippin' gin 'n tonic Told ya I'm the illest, still be the chillest When I'm makin' a kill, so cold, yo for real it's Like Morpheus explainin' to a bitch which pill is Which, ask ya bitch and she should know what the deal is She like, oh yo that's KC on the track She like to come to my show and take a trip in the back She been trippin' all night by the look in her eyes Even Lucy in the Sky think I'm a bit too fly An Argentinian Menem before he needed hair dye No question, yo Lennon said I get too high, and why? Ya gotta ask like I'm back in a class I take too many shots and smoke...too much grass And I'm all about... hittin' that ass Take a lass make a pass, and get in that bitch Turn the bitch on like I'm flippin' a switch This shit is a cinch when they know that ya rich They know I'm so sick, got a real thick dick Weed scent on my clothes, cuz the smoke done stick Breathin' in air then I blow out a rhyme I write raps faster than I roll up a dime That's how it goes, yo, all my raps and my shows, ya know I'm killin' time organizin' fire in lines And shine like the cherry on the head of the blunt I burn holes in ya brain like Molly does to ya mind You can find me kickin' shit any time of the day I'm full of it, I spit until there's nothin' to say I'm pullin' cheese out the bank like they make 3's in LA Like Kobe and the Lakers makin' fadeaway plays, hey