SPITSTER VERSE ONE[Mc Spook] Live in the age ‘where there is a lot of insanity,I was born to rhyme n write,my lines are phobic ,cold blooded than amphibics,silent mind so you n***as can't see this,shut tha f** up n feel this,one man army n still k** this,my pen saga brings brain ma**acre,hardcore spiiter I bring consciousness on ur speakers,a lot of egos n pride nabado mjafika,skiza vina kwa kiina,wakati ya kujisifu sina,hiphop hiphop is my street walk,being real is my street talk,to be me u don't knw wat I have been thru,I write till late night just to be true,and still come and judge me fool?mic is one thing that makes me normal,everyday trapped in insane mind of mine,but if I die tomorrow ‘bump this track'' and let it teach you. being an Mc was not crime,I was trying to find a dime,''a lot of my cats were seeing how I was k**ing it fine,out of sight ‘'they were the first pple to call me wack on my back'',Does this song sound wack to you?s**er,yet u never bought my album f**er,f*ggots behaving lik maggots,wat a dis-grace,u cats tryna diss wen u can cop with a race?sell out f*ggets ‘'wearing pink hoods yelling in the hood'' f**er,yet u can't decode single line from me n wudz,''you lack IQ to listen to real chemistry,you hiphop f*ggotry,we are one of 64 real Mc's,gay h*mo sapien who are u tyrna kiss CHORUS KRS ONE SAMPLE[HIPHOP TALK] VERSE TWO Hiphop .‘'hip is the movement ,hope is a virtue of improvement ‘'and you f**ers lack that'',and still fans love that?wat a pity for this generation,music imelack direction,hiphop is a cla** of its own,not hoes,clothes n cars u claim u own,how can u claim king yet u don't inspire any kid from ur home?is this wat hiphop all about?wack tracks n shout outs?radio's doesnot even know how many cla**ic albums are out?