They say every ending is a new beginning My first paycheck is your first pension Witness to my ascension, I'm so ahead of my time I got a grandfather clock and my mom is still teethin’ So you best bother not with tryin' to get even What did I do? This all stems from your jealousy And then some, just look at the mirror, see I'm your idol Latent biting, blatant to the enlightened Satan’s writing to conservatives, ain't concerned a bit About their perception, I'm a walking contradiction A baby christened out of wedlock, 'cause I'm twisted like a dreadlock But still spread wisdom like a TEDtalk, make the bedrock crack When I go from kissing to making the bed rock With your girl, sorry, I had to, I'm just so ample Every line is like a sample of Columbia's finest Watch it come for your sinus like [sniff] When I violate with true skill, it's dilated pupils But dire straits is too real, it’s time to bury some The current state is worrisome, a lot of y’all are no way But you know me, I'm a good guy, I’m part of it, why would I Putt down the new wave, the kinda crap like writing trap off As a whole, when Slump God make the trunk knock And 'Dre was talking 'bout that trap 'fore he turned Three Stacks And needed knee pads, so how can we be mad? Oh, them hi-hats had you trembling? Now rap’s in its nu-metal phase, weirdos assembling On SoundCloud, reading high-school diaries out loud Sobbing faker than the Priory of Sion Crocodile tears, Rock-a-bye Baby rhyming You bet' not, open your mouth again, cause I'll be Scoping you out, leaving you blood Staind, a Slipknot Tie one up, Korny mothafuckas, do yourself a favor You can't keep up, my stealh is major, single-handedly A new era launched, return of the Pharoahe Monch flow From Po to Prince I go, the head hancho I'mma tear 'til my tortilla get nacho Move piano keys 'til bitches aksin' To suck like Keanu Reeves' British accent You're Bud Light, we're the bottle of Ballantine's cooking up In the backseat of Palcic's Ford Focus The poor locust cursed with having to plague you, I beg you Have mercy on 'em, huh, funny how I, a grasshopper Am passing down knowledge, I told y'all the game's fucked I blow into the cartridge when I blast choppers You lame ducks get the quack, that's Big Shaq Beat nasty like ya lip-lock with a sick thot And not sick like hot, but diseased And not thot like a chick, but a sleaze, brother please On this beat I burn, like a young Prodigy R.I.P., every time it's my turn, I reek Havoc While you got a weak habit, you always half-ass it I'm charcoal to the soul of a half-stepper The Beatles to a Def Leppard, beat up a daft rapper Pour some sugar on you to get the pigs off the scent And prigs often vent on the net, I AFK 'em Lay 'em down, no topless whip, JFK 'em They always catch feelings, thinking they all that While I'm a Madvillain, make it rain All Caps Yeah, I grew up a keyboard warrior too, I'm racist PC master race, fuck a PlayStation I walk it like I talk it, the nearest I've been to the street is San Andreas, ban the players talking BS You ain't seen a high speed chase outside of Hot Pursuit And there's no happy ending for you here, no hot masseuse Around, just me winning, regardless of my come up The fruits of my labour, I'm harvesting a ton of Sooner or later, but I'm betting on the former 'Cause I know I'm jetting to the top soon, In this corner The prophesied champ, proper-sized amps And speakers are required when you're pumping my jams Heatseekers to your eardrums, 'til you can't hear nothin' You sneakers on fire from the jumping, god damn! I am the air in your lungs, more than the greatest Some say it's a crutch that I rap in "Ænglish" I could whip any tongue, foreign or native Try out a little Dutch and still you couldn't hang, bitch So don't test my Slovenski, 'fore I hit you like a Two-seater ten-speed or Aretha's sonics Got Franklins in the pipeline, make you see the frenzy Of a lifetime when I send a Wreath of Sonnets To your mom's duke from my bazooka That's my literary canon, "What you on about, you on the hookah?" Nah, I'm just off my rocker, and 'til I'm fit to marry Janet Jackson, I'mma stay such, I need my bae's touch Forget getting Lucky like Poetic Justice I'm crazier than Bishop in Juice, I wanna be your husband Though I ain't fishin' for clues, I might come off as a dick But baby, beneath all of this... agh, who am I kidding I'm a man snake, ain't worthy of a handshake I'm insane, man, that same hand gonn stab you in the back And not with a nice blade, no, a shank or somethin' That doesn't alter my grades though, my rank is stunnin' But dumb doubters downplay the dopeness "You say you're so sick, oh, but are you really?" Like Ruff Ryders, gon' stick your whole clique My namesake in '06, better guard your belly And curb your lips, for your name's sake, learn to diss 'Fore you come at a pro, it's gon' hurt to piss Once you get burnt like a hoe, catch an STDE Dot mp3 from the Top Dawg Number one canine with no K or nine Ain't hood enough, OK or fine ain't good enough Breathtakin' is the bear minimum, without breakin' A sweat, we're winnin' 'em, don't be mistaken, a threat I'm not unless you're poking sticks and provoking shit The caller of the shriek bled a creek, ooh Yeah, I got your special somebody soaking wet But what's the color of the leak, red or see-through? You can prolly guess, it's quite obvious, ain't it No raven to her window, just turning her box To a canary, while she's earning her spot in my harem Are you catching my lingo or has it gotten too jarrin'? I make her sing yo, set off a set of pipes By laying some pipe, when I let off, you better wipe It off her face, it's a heavy case of nut I'm Chevy Chase, a nut, from National Lampoon Ain't gonna lamp soon, in a cold fashion or any other Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but semi-lover is all I can be Confirm the O-face, no MythBusters needed Bust and leave it, believe you don't wanna get caught up with me I gave you the time to shine, now it's my time to rhyme Left y'all on a rhyme Ramadan It's been a slow start, now my season's really here I'm 'bout to Bogart the mic and go so hard Welcome to The Kacy Tape, a new chapter Providing everything you after, for my day ones Finally got the oldies on wax, plus some fresh new tracks For the ladies in the back, get out the way, son No Mason, the eye of the watcher is the blarin' noise in The valley, the serum to the air that's poisoned Turn it up a notch, you gotta hear 'em, who? Z.O. and Dvided, we ridin'

I got the Lord on my side, it is God's plan For me to be grazing with the GOATs, mi casa su casa You got the crowd bored, something I cannot stand While I get 'em shaking on the floor, you won't admit it but you know I got you Swinging like a pendulum, wasted On a regular basis, look at 'em faces Shook in amazement, I cook in the basement Cheffing skills I done took from the greatest The effing scale, I'm off it, off it You're riffing still? Just stop it, stop it You're borin', Bill, I'm Lauryn Hill Killin' em softly, I'm venom and coffee I wake 'em up then I put 'em to sleep My ad-libs are sicker than your main bars My sidechick is thicker than your main broad I follow G.O.D, she follow me lowkey Yeah she swallow Z.O. seeds 'cause you ain't hard Make her wet like Migos neck, her pussy on faucet Even your clique like "he's so lit," your posse on closet Ego's on swole, 'cept when I see my deposits I suppose they're saltier, than icy roads 'Cause they're not here, on this level, I am top-tier They're a pebble to a mountaineer You cannot match this, the track's sick Give 'em whiplash with these rapping tactics Eat 'em up like tic tacts, after I chew 'em up like Airwaves Spit fresh like err'day, not a lotta airplay But don't worry, they're not gonna have it their way I go Ike Turner on a cough syrup-Sprite turn up type Watch 'em burn up bright, they did not earn their stripes How can I be a bit average, yet manage To spit savage, I'm coming at you hoes You get damage, I split cabbage A fractured skull, with no manufactured flow You can be hard in the comment section Get wrecked VR like Oculus Rift You better peep ours, we on some next shit Complex, we calling if we I ain't top of this list Ego-thumpin' like Wale, and I keep it rugged like RA I ain't thuggin', the hard way, it ain't my way But I keep on buggin' like Starski One Love, R.I.P. to a hip hop legend Without Jerry there'd be no me, like Drizzy and (E-)40 Look at me the wrong way, get hit with the kroše 'Cause Pajdo got my back like Scottie Pippen Haters, y'all be trippin', you're like skaters ollie-flippin' Face it, you're basic, don't try to block my shine I won't cock no nine, but I'll damn sure jock your dime Z.O. season's coming I got the Lord on my side, it is God's plan For me to be grazing with the GOATs, mi casa su casa You got the crowd bored, something I cannot stand While I get 'em shaking on the floor, you won't admit it but you know I got you

[Hook] If you feeling like a pimp, homie, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies are pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off You know I'm crazy, baby, don't forget that Z told you Get that dirt off your shoulder [Verse 1] Not a pimp or thug, just a kid with a pimpled mug But if I pull up with my pen pulled out, hide under the fucking rug 'Cause that's like pitting pitbull blood against freaking chiuaua kin I'm not about that life and y'all act tough once y'all walk in But half of you have street cred on wax only, facts only Go hold hands with another man, you fags lonely "You're so fucking homophobic, man!" Nah, I'm just provoking you I don't give a damn about who's poking him and who's poking her Well that was off-topic, but I'm never off-kilter Don't need a heater, meet a beat and gun her, bar none Had an on-and-off fling with this beat, until I killed her I mean gonna, after I get another twelve-bar done [Hook] If you feeling like a pimp, homie, go and brush your shoulders off Ladies are pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off You know I'm crazy, baby, don't forget that Z told you Get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder [Verse 2] I crush boulders with saliva, with the energy of Duracels An enemy? On doorsills you're stepping, hell it's over for you Man, I ain't Hova, but I'm prepping to meet the threshold From the get-go, my goal wasn't go get gold And it still isn't, paper's just a possible perk Something's still missin' in my pen game and audible work So I gotta move with it and tweak up, and all of y'all who speak up With the shit-talking, doo doo, can then get walking, you booed who? Boo-hoo, now scram as I slam like Onyx Yeah I go crazy, fuckin' HAM, like I'm on X You know I spit like Dylan, so bring fire extinquishers Y'all gon' cry a river anyway, so just bring yourself some tissues, hah! [Verse 3] I master all verses, hooks and loops like I'm against Velcro, and I do so in an incomprehensible And uncivil fashion, but I deliver my curses with passion Hard-hitter, futuristic spitter, mother-F that past shit Yeah my shit's the shit, fresh and extra mint Your shit is a mesh of excrement, just plain doo doo I'm fly as I plane, do you dudes not concur When you see me conquer instrumental by going mental, bonkers Nuts, yeah I'm a dick when I buss rhymes But cockiness is the bus which dropped me off At this station of greatness that I'm chilling at And got all the kitty cats going meow Well not really, see, the chicks would rather see lads ABC some weak-ass ballads, but I don't give two Pieces of feces, so haters, grab some Kruger paper And wipe with Krueger fingers, now how's that for flavor?

[Verse 1] Coming with the flow, it's the Z.O. The rapping sultan, the insultin' salt in Rappers' wounds, giving 'em somethin' That makes 'em wanna run back into their moms' wombs But beware, vocab's not the only think I bare I'm strapped with shrapnel so if you make me snap I shall spray shells and switch your smile for a smirk With bullet holes in it, not even a minute of work Nah, just a couple of secs and then I'll go sex up your gal Well now we're talking hours in the shower Pecking the puss of your princess, your passing Long forgotten, her brain'll be occupied, oh my But we can bury the hatchet if you chill If not, a body I'm gon' catch it, you gon' feel the steel And get run over by my wheels like roadkill That's double-chrome death for you holmes, for real [Hook] I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out! I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out! I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out! I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out like that [Verse 2] If you give me lip, I'll make you run a few laps There's something you still don't get, I'll go grab the gat My heart's a silhouette, I got a itchy trigger finger And it takes just a twitch, to kill a male bitch You say you're an MC of the highest stature I debunk your claim, pop the trunk and aim at you But I'mma stop aiming at your face just for a jiff And let the hot bars smoke you like a spliff 'Cause I spit the illest joints, always on point Always unfiltered, too much skill to deny The witnesses are giving me a standing ovation But now I gotta clap at you, boy I don't play shit [Hook] I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out! I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out! I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out! I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out like that [Verse 3] Trifle with me, get flatlined by my rifle That Sparxxx like Bubba, then outlined, what an eyeful For the rubberneck passing by, eyeing the fellow Laying on the ground red, but surrounded by yellow Momma I'm so sorry for emptying clips This that raw shit you don't get from MTV clips Ever since Yo Raps! went off the air So you gotta dig for the ill rhyme sayers Not you, flashing your faux or diced up whip and ice With that shitty flow, you're bound to get sliced up By my machete, lyrically, literally, it don't matter 'Cause both result in blood splatter But I'm not going with the latter, just to prove that every letter That you spit is litter, with my microphone batter [Hook] I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out! I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out! I ain't goin' out like that I ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out! We ain't goin' out like that No we ain't goin' out like that!

[Hook] Now what's the aftermath of this master flow A dozen of hoe MC bodies on the floor One by one by one, take 'em down in a row But who's ready to go next though? [Verse 1] Lay rappers down with these sheets that I write on Mics smoking, rappers coughing straight to their caskets Harkening back to the classics, sharpening my pen Lurking in the shades, no I ain't got a lot of accolades to brag about yet But if you talk shit, I'm murking your whole outlet I'm going all out, yeah I'm 'bout that And my pen game is fucking outrageous Go into a cardiac arrest when flipping through my pages 'Cause I'm carefully constructing these words Bu I'm carefree, 'cause you turds are destined for doom, reluctant to admit it But it's so, 'cause I'm a schizo already zoomed in Ready to click boom when I spit a sick tune I don't need major recognition to go HAM I got so much damn wild in me, I should fricking be caged up And if you attempt dissing, I'll make sure this day's your last F it, I'll blast caps at everyone's ass, it's mass murder [Hook] What's the aftermath of this master flow A dozen of hoe MC bodies on the floor One by one by one, take 'em down in a row But who's ready to go next though? [Verse 2] Was always the underdog, but now I'm the upper hound With the upper hand in the underground, turn the sound up What? Start a movement from the ground up, you're wound up Don't attempt no fricking counterattack, just round up And surrender, boy I render you powerless A contender for the crown, keep your girl's cunt tender Hunt down all you clowns and dismember you from the circus I'm in the circuit of the wild, a young, hung offender You're probably another molly popper, so I just pop you This rap shit's simple to me, like to a skater popping an ollie A hater? You better flee, stomp on your chest with my feet And I won't stop beating till your heart stops beating The new Eminem sendin' em homophone shots, a synonym For killin' em, each shot precise, if I don't shoot, then I slice On the top iced, I'm Mount Everestin' Rhyme amount everlastin', blaw blaw, everblastin' Masterin' the art form, spit hard for 'em in God form Raw dog a fricking bar, then it becomes a bygone And I keep riding more sixteens, I'm a sick teen with a quill Your bitch fillable, I'm feelable on the real, what's the deal and [Hook] What's the aftermath of this master flow A dozen of hoe MC bodies on the floor One by one by one, take 'em down in a row But who's ready to go next though? Nobody

[Verse 1] I was dropped off at the fork in the smoke by a stork I awoke a heavy-weight and took the right way Walked 'til I stumbled onto you, right then and there I turned light-weight Like a feather or better yet a quill and got a feelin' Of freedom like I was on the pitch, no worries 'Stead of slashing up some tapes, I wanted to make you mine You took me up to 95, I dug you like a quarry Despite the clashing of our tastes, yeah back in the first grade You often blew up the Stones and I grew up more the Beatle type More run than Peter Piper, but laying pipe Was no problem later on, you gave me all of that I would spray up your walls from the back But that era was murked, once it stopped working out at home for you Moved out, sick of your old man, but my heart froze when I was No longer your choice, as I long for your voice that golden sound, the la la's got mine goin' down I had you flooding 'tween your thighs, he don't even make you cum plus Cancer sticks, he's got you back on 'em And he'll have you flooding out your eyes, that's my word, now what's up? Answer this, why'd you turn your back on me Is it 'cause I ain't got the moves like Jet Li Not enough dead presidents that rep me? Nah, there's only one, is that an issue so pressin'? One day ya'll a kill each other fighting for my succession My bread didn't suffice, so you ran to the new guy You look the horse inside the grill to make sure that it's golden Like the ranch where it resides, but there's always two sides Your bonfire grows dimmer as it burns and it oldens, listen [Hook] And I'm just lighting up my And I'm just reminiscing And I'm just lighting up my [Verse 2] Snow under his umbrella, he's got you ski-jumpin' Taking you to the House of God, but this god sees nothin' A false idol, a gorilla in the mountain The water maybe clear but there's a killer in the fountain But still sometimes I think back to our first time I was 17, you 19, up in the hills I had fear but it soon disappeared forever Like "I told you I'm the man," yeah I rode you like a champ Ego without the G, you taught me to grow a pair of balls We went everywhere 'round Europe, seen it all You told 'bout your band practicing in an abandoned house And how your dream was to go on tour, and I told you How wanting to see Em turned into dreamin' of bein' a MC Eye-to-eye, way before the DM Thought I knew every corner of you I was ready to ring you up, then all of sudden, poof You're just stray bullet at the shootin' range But you can still ring me up whenever you feel caged Or wanna talk or need help, shit maybe I'll call you That's double-0 386 1412 I'll never forget that number and the four letters of your name Still pop up in my slumber, or should I say Two letters, baby, K. C., if you don't know by now That stands for Kisuc City, and I'm just lighting up my [Hook] And I'm just reminiscing (Kisovec) And I'm just reminiscing And I'm just lighting up my