Just when you thought the flow was over before
Take a look at the shadow that just kicked down the door
He stands 5’7” and he’s itching for more
The dust got done going to the ceiling from the floor
After an album and a mixtape with all hits and no miss
Defining his style and fixing broken promises
Ain’t no ordinary rapper you can steadily diss
Known to friends as Uncle Kringus, but my name is khrys
And I’m back with a vision like a prophet, but I am not a psycho
What I predict’s ensured, no Geico
I keep on with the beats that I hear like a military
And to fit all my ideas into a tiny trilogy’s
Impossible, haters have tried, but that did not go well
Jimmies still waiting for Lassie since they failed
That’s the way that I kick it, that flow’s my style
And if anybody never knew about me ‘til now
Well, come one, come all, better late than never
And to the crowd of people that had planned to try to sever me
From hip-hop, please take a listen right now
If y’all still don’t understand the way that khrys. get down
I’m not saying I’m the best, but I’m somewhere in the top ranks
‘Cuz every beat I'm on, I always hook it up dank
I get down so much I’ve taken rap this far
My last words’ll probably be the end of a bar
‘Cuz I’m writing an EPIC, word to SX2
And a brotha ain’t in NASCAR; I don’t do left
And I ain’t in what will be the best next crew
But big ups to Breezy for also rappin’ himself to death
I’ve had to stop and talk myself out of goin’ to let off
But I’ve been bumpin' Strafe and they’ve said to set it off
My life is private property, the haters should’ve kept off
So in the words of Rakim, step off
Don’t vandalize mine, I spent too much time
Tryna lap y’all in this race and y’all been so behind
And now that I’m back like above the behind
It’s back to droppin’ all quarters while these rappers on two cents
Really two since they sound like babblin’ infants
Or kids yelling, “Take a look at what I got!”
But that don’t change a thing; I’m Bambaataa with the plot
‘Cuz everything that I create I always plan it to rock
I’m an addict for a mic, you could say I fiend for it
Ain’t no need to intervene, and you can gladly report it
I can quit when I wanna, but I don’t think I’m gonna
‘Cuz every time I’m on the mic, it feels like the first time
(Who made that record?) Foreigner
Competition tryna beat me with the worst rhyme scheme
Apologies y'all, but that money is cream
And since that rises to the top, I'm baggin' that for my team
That’s word to my pops, that’s word to my mother
Word to EpNo and Ed S., all my brothers
From other mothers that contributed to the dream
And if you can’t see that, turn on your high beam
Kinda hard for y’all to see me when I’m this high up
Are you tryna squint until all of y'all eyes wired shut?
Or are those looks of hate, looks of madness and strife?
Shit, I had to deal with those my whole damn life
You could cast an eclipse at the way that I do things
And I wouldn’t change a bit, but according to them mood rings
We all call faces, I can tell y’all mad
Walkin' taller than any single one y’all have
People been in my faces, tryna start some fight
And if y’all wanna go, I must be doing it right
Not talkin’ ‘bout your mom, not talkin’ ‘bout your sister
I’m above the immaturity spit through the histo-
Ry of a 16 bars on a record
Only focused on Ralphin’ up a record when I wreck it
I made the trek to gain respect, also to get my name in checks
And those already happened, so I’m ready for what play is next
I’ve already reached great heights like I’m a vaulter
I won’t be cut short when I’m on top, no halter
In this business of rap I never ever faltered
So prepare the earholes, I’m going G!BR4LT4R
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