Kas Solo:
Another level ahead of the competitors
My head blends with the treble and settle with the regulars
Its effortless the way i freak the mic and drop the negatives
The predicate is delicate,lost in street rebellions
So tell your friends to tell friends Kas solo is hell-sent on the road
To drop the pros,his wrecked souls need second helpings
Angry Mic can help him express what he's been telling
All those dogs yelling about to start yelping
Imma yank the choke chain,the c**aine ain't helping these f**ing no names
Need to go away and tell them i ain't playing no game
My old friend is selfish,time to bring the propane
Make it grow until its melted
Imma shower not a teller ,speed boat with a propeller
Demon ghost with a Capella,who you need most fella
Underground dweller,beneath most in cellars
My elevated senses allows no one better
Angry Mic:
I just did eight 8-balls(coke)
About to give them what they're waiting for
You sleep too long this is your f**ing wake up call
See,i love the game but these fakes rape the who*es
Now the banging down my door exclaiming "Megan's law"
Im sick of naming names,f** it man,i hate em all
Their sh** will stay the same because they're interchangeable
Give me space before i break a jaw,claim a war
It could be uglier that the suits Craig Sager wore
I feel constrained gnawing a this chain and ball
About to make a great escape, f**ing get away from yall
Im getting bog while remaining in a place thats small
Just like double D's inside of a training bra
My doamin is underground i never stay too far
Below your graves with bars
Deeper that a ba** guitar
Be afraid,the phrase is: when it rains, it pours
I get em shaking like withdraws from the greatest raw
Hooray, hurrah,i blaze Allah
And get higher than the unemployment rate, c'mon
It'll take about 30 seconds for me to choose a weapon
About 5 to pick off the target depending on the wind's direction
Accepted but not respected, they're under pressure