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 f**in' eruption
No luck, just the logic like a proof by induction
Puffin' chronic supersonic and becomin' iconic
k**in' all the other rappers like a plague bubonic, I'm on it
...Rappin', just a bit too honest
Droppin' bomb sh** sippin' gin 'n tonic
Told ya I'm the illest, still be the chillest
When I'm makin' a k**, so cold, yo for real it's
Like Morpheus explainin' to a b**h which pill is
Which, ask ya b**h 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 cla**
I take too many shots and smoke...too much gra**
And I'm all about... hittin' that a**
Take a la** make a pa**, and get in that b**h
Turn the b**h on like I'm flippin' a switch
This sh** 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 k**in' 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' sh** 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