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