K.O.D (Kiss Of Death)

Mr. Groove Unh.....This is Hip Hop (so this is what you wanted hunh) The Gladiator Sport Here come the King of the city Verse 1 (Mr. Groove) You are now in the presence of greatness The flow is like the fountain of youth the spits ageless Niggas claim for my throne was baseless plus them niggas can't afford the payments They don't understand the obligations of being the POTUS They peddling bad bundles with claims of pushing out dope But Charlie got that blanco boy Kingpin with the ink-pen rhyme lord of the written (shit) It's the real McCoy Like the pain when your neck's tied dangling above the floor I took three niggas added three to the first figure Then multiplied that by the sum of three EXCUSE ME that ain't enough lets get three more added to that number before Now that's a twenty-one rapper feast plated for the carnivore (ha ha...let's eat) Let's make it an encore The imagery is painted in enemy blood I'm really 'bout the art of war I'm really bout to overhaul the city Too many wack niggas here fuckin up the imagery Let me teach you the ABC's and 123's of checkin these MIC's Let me show you the do's and don'ts the wills and won'ts Cuhz you young niggas need a chaperon Yeah the new god mc preaching this gospel to my ministry Pourin out bowls of wrath upon the 303 for not believing, for wavering And the ultimate sin of blasphemy Know my family blast for me Now its too late for you niggas to ask for me Feel the agony defeat brings You are now underneath the rule of three kings Groove The Boss, Pee Da Gee, Poetik Genius the rap game trinity Unrivaled supremacy veer out your lane into ours there will be no clemency Just death sentencing by def sentencing We playing chess while niggas is still checkering We the best committed to excellence You niggas clamor for beef your bodies can't digest Your ass can't cash that check that your mouth wrote Didn't your momma tell you be quiet 'round grown folk You gone learn today, that's right baby boy you gone learn today You gone see the Juggernaut is not for play And that path that you seek it is not the way You gone see you are simply prey for the prey that I prey upon So say your prayers and pray I show mercy on Fuck that I'm merciless my dark flow is murderous Blackheart like Foe and Yonas Terminal with it no longer am I supportive Any thoughts of confrontation mother fucker you had better abort it nigga My lowest point is a mile high above The highest point that you niggas dream about going shit I set the bar high; HipHop and Gangsta I spit that shit from both sides cuhz the skills are multi, check the archive My rap sheets authentic so the g shit that I spit It is properly represented Marksman leave your dome properly vented So you know that boss shit is much more than an image Let me teach you the ten rap commandments On second though never mind you wouldn't understand it That shit to you is foreign language; advanced mathematics Your rudimentary skills lie beneath the average And these same niggas say they verse everybody So here comes the Tall Man I brought hearses for every body No need to name names the Kiss Of Death applied is obvi Leave you bitch niggas exposed here behold the Full Monty My crew is motley the storm causing the Tsunami This dome call was delivered by El Mariachi Don't let you ego be the cause for your ruin Cuhz the only three's I recognize are Groovin or Moovin