[Verse 1]
My home is very dear to me, love it very dearly, see
From a little child to a funky dope MC
Groovy as I learn some, there's a lot of dum-dums
Said you had a dope rhyme, but I never heard none
A slash of my tounge, I create magic
Tear into your rap dream as if they were plastic
A-ha, now for the next streak
When I test the microphone I become electrical force
Burnin' higher and higher
Building and building on a rap empire
You can call me brave, don't ever call me slave
Some MC's wanna know why
My rhymes are made with perfection, I cre-textion
Determination, and concentration
The way that I was brought up, to always keep my head up
You say something that I don't like I rule until you shut up
That's the way we are, us Georgia folk
Don't smile too much 'cause it ain't no joke
I'm not gonna scream what I got for ya
Wanna piece of this where I'm at, down in Georgia

[Verse 2]
The A, the T, the L, the A, the N, the T, the A, OK
Yes I am a Georgia boy, don't ever ask me nothin' more
First I'm on the bottom step, now I'm on the top
But forget a stupid Shy D, now you listen to me
No you didn't think that he represents our city
Atlanta, no, fool you gotta go
Now make way for the K-I-L-O
And if you wanna battle, then go with the flow
'Cause I'mma hit you, and leave a scar on your back
You say "give you some slack", I'm not with that
Word, slippin' on my tounge like a bell, you will get hung
If'n you get rung, the feeling, the feeling of the feet
Is a mother, now you set it up, because you are a brother
You should have thought about all that earlier
Told me I was dirt, now I'm gettin' dirtier
How can you beat me?
When you sketch to even meet me
Just by saying your name is Shy D
I take your name, rip it in a second
You say it thirty times on your stupid rap record
Yeah, boy, we know who you are
A sissy zappin', nothin' happen, voice like a toy
I'm not gonna scream what I got for ya
Wanna piece of this where I'm at, then I'm down in
[Verse 3]
Atlanta is the hometown, spread it around
Trip or slip, and you're gonna get beat down
Ready to fight, goin' out like a light
So go with the flow, we can do this right on time
Goin' for mine, as I wax and tax with a funky dope rhyme
To a stranger, this might not mean jack
But to me, you see, it means more than that
'Cause I'm tellin' you, it's all about principle
You sound like mine, it's simply invincible
Atlanta G-A is where I choose to be
This is where a lot of punks lose to me
So while you're standin' in the crowd, I got somethin' for ya
Wanna piece of this, then I'm down in Georgia

[Verse 4]
To all of you suckas that's livin' on this earth
At an auction, a penny is all your worth
I'm tellin' you now, it's me the master of the ceremony
A piece of my rhyme is what you get
'Cause you're nothin' but a phony
Hideous sees MC's, you know you cannot hang
By reciting my rhymes, puts you in so much pain
I'm the Kilo, not a stranger, but you are in danger
You try to bite my rhymes, and then I might just hang ya
I don't and I won't, off the MC's I greed
My rhymes start to go on and your ears start to bleed
I make it live, I synthesize, I pick it up, and make it rise
MC's think of this as a terrible surprise
While you're standin' in the crowd, I got somethin' for ya
I'm not gonna scream, 'cause he's down in Georgia