[Intro: Rugged Monk]
Tech— tech— tech— tech—
Tech— tech— tech— tech—
Techniques I use verbs swerving out the vocal cord
Competition there's none, I build and destroy
You're a decoy like that cop on Bad Boys
Deploy you on a front line, I ain't here to waste time
You're a target, when I shoot I don't miss, reclined
Relax, keep my third eye open scoping militantly patiently focused
My flow is potent quotes and notations, you know I'm the dopest
My invincible palm writer, I'm the invincible palm writer
I don't need a ghostwriter to write my wrongs, my songs, my catalogs is tighter
You know they tighter, I'm not Tony the Tiger
But I am greater at utilizing the pen with my pen skills or ball point
Or paper mate, check mate, mic check, one-two
Master ceremony when I'm in the booth
[Verse 1: Kinetic 9]
This here is for you
Word to life, let's get it right
Get into a zone especially when I'm on the mic
Like Emit fake left then I bust a right
Either way she with, because I fucks her right, uh-huh
No problem, your boy don't got 'em, need them
I exceed them as in defeat them
That's what I do, yes, and as I shall proceed
To spit that dope shit and I got what you need
16 they call me m-16
Flow is the hardest every verse I spit it so pristine
Does that regardless, either way I needs that cream
You know what I mean? Fresh as they come
My shit bang till your head piece numb
Kinetic 9 does my thing like how it should be done
I gotta shine to the point that they call me sunn
I gotta climb to the height you can't reach me none
[Verse 2: Crisis]
Catch me at the T.O.T.T. — top of the town
My sound capture the crown, they wild jumping around
Like a mosh pit, that star shit they loving the sound
Of the Black Knights, don't act like we ain't shutting shit down
West Coast Killa Beez spreading like a disease
Flood the fifty-two states plus we over seas
Crisis and Rugged Monk, Kinetic 9 in the cut
Why settle for less we the best no runner up
That raw and uncut, so pure it got you stagnated
Fans leave satisfied competition aggravated
Nowadays these niggas are over animated
We got hip-hop locked down incarcerated
Thee intimidated hate it, but the real related
Because the flow flawless like murder orchestrated
Something I created so it's premeditated
Every joint is on point like the star of David
[Verse 3: Rugged Monk]
My rap pages is doubled XL, check the source
This ebony man is GQ in a Porsche
People US weekly say it's the time
For the final call murder dogg, cuz it's big or tall
Not an issue like a writer or an author Sports Illustrated
Quotes MC's get liberated
National inquiries reads the people's choice
Hustlers guns, that's the voice
Pop-pop-pop-pop that's the choice
Pick your choice
[Verse 5: Kinetic 9]
That was just a decoy, once again, hey, it's me, boy
Who better to jump on track? You know, deploy
Wondering if I still rap, well okay
Then figure that I do just that, just say when
Never enough when I perform
Just strutting you know keeping going, Kinetic
Ain't no telling what vibe on
And if you feel it the prescribe to the high on, forget it
To the point I can't feel no pain
It's like I'm damn near out on s astro plane, I get it
In the place I don't know no shame
I can't feel my face nor no my name, uh-huh-huh
Got you liking this new campaign
It's like it's so exciting I must maintain
Exemplifying and with out trying
I'm guaranteed to make you bounce-bounce-bounce
[Bridge: Rugged Monk & John Frusciante]
Bounce, bounce, bounce (Bounce, bounce)
Techniques, shockwaves
Techniques, shockwaves (Shockwaves)
(Running free the part of me)
Techniques, shockwaves
Watch these techniques I use
(Running free)
Oh, you didn't the vocal cords I use
(The beyond)
[Verse 6: Rugged Monk & Crisis]
We got 'em bouncing like kangaroos, jumping through hula hoops
Music that make a move, got 'em trapped in a fruity loop
The people know who's the truth, these cowards ain't bullet proof
These niggas are Rudy poots, eat MC's like it's cool to do
You know, it ain't nothin' new, absolute they solute
Generals, lieutenants, soldiers, co-defendants
They all know the business, flow leave careers finished
Uncut no gimmicks, take 'em to thee outer limits
[Chorus: John Frusciante]
Running free the part of me
That wants life, just to stop
Higher than beams that I fall off
Our one stop: the beyond
[Outro: Rugged Monk]
Music that make a move, got 'em trapped in a fruity loop
You know, it ain't nothin' new, absolute they solute
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