XS.One The Regiment - Kult Muzik lyrics

[Verse 1 - DoggFace] I'm not here to impress or cater to your interest I intend to implant the weapons that I indent I'm what he invent; Pain and anger in flesh I'm the open waters that sharks infest I inject intellectual discourses Banish satanic forces with trampling horses I'm the awesome horseman I'm the cortez of the disfunctional quartet I'm the conquistador Rex-Raus-The-Saur, Quest to soar Ripping windsor and crack the earth's core I'm the bomb you can't diffuse I'm the temptations you can't refuse I'm the opportunity you have abused I'm the trust you have misused I'm the truth you can't deny I'm the orders that you can't defy I intertwine with divine to design this holy rhyme XS.One The Alumni... [Chorus - Ilohshix] We were blind in the mind the first time we started this Cult, embarked, as a result we fathered this Form of art that men been practicing And these tracks from way way back is still listened By emcees, who studied the raw forms and mastered degrees And that ceased these universities Of hip hop, as we sweet talk these bars of sick topics Making your trip stops We were blind in the mind the first time we started this Cult, embarked, as a result we fathered this Form of art that men been practicing And these tracks from way way back is still listened By emcees, who studied the raw forms and mastered degrees And that ceased these universities Of hip hop, as we sweet talk these bars of sick topics Making your trip stops [Verse 2 - k** Bill] They never really gave a sh** about me back then But now they wanna join the band since I did Badman Back then, I was tryna make the mark They didn't wanna hear my sh** They didn't even give a f** I was better than your favourite crew But f** it, at least I'll be your least favourite dude I guess they don't wanna hear the truth But we don't lie eveytime when we step in the booth We keep it raw, we bout the rhymes and beats Your style is flaccid, You bout the fame and b**h The bling and rich, Who's got more radio hits? After all I guess sh** is what the media feeds Sell the souls to the devil just to make that cash We clearing your mess call it take out trash We guns above the roses so call me Slash If ya'll HipHop, we shall put it to rest.. [Chorus]