[Verse 1: Crisis]
They say go hard or go home
So I go hard like I was homeless
These n***as don't want it yo boy
Raise hell like the Oman
Crisis colder then a snowman
On each and ever opponent
Grab microphones like I own it
Then I take you through your torment
Leave you disappointed, and I do it for enjoyment
I'm laid back in the flesh
But the flow is flamboyant
They ain't got nothing for me
Most of these n***as annoying
They knowing up in they heart
Who the truth who they avoiding
But it must be and trust me
Bars fresh never musty
Brolic shit hella husky
Test your luck you feeling lucky
We wild cats Kentucky
Make situations ugly
Eliminate simpletons with lyrics my lines lovely

[Verse 2: Reverend Willy Burks]
Black Knights make 'em slump
When it clumps and it goobs and it gobs
Had to tell her what to do
She paying dues to the Gods
Screamin’ out and squealin'
Like in a wild open field
It’s better than in her dreams
Cuz church keep it real
Her fantasy insanity
Your majesty we magically
I break the laws of gravity
Then snatch her out of vanity
Man i’ll be all in it
Forever like infinite
I'm the man but not a limit
They can get it how you live it
Shit is exorcism twisted blitzed
It's somethin' wicked
Loud and explicit
Out to win it
Like the pennant
Hit it then I bounce like a frog
Ribbit ribbit
Flow smooth as a liquid
And I’m single like a digit
Church
Church
[Bridge: John Frusciante]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Rugged Monk]
I’m a Block Barbarian
Ghetto Gladiator
Street Librarian
Hood Liberator
Game Changer
With Street Dreams
Raiders of the Lost Arc
For forty days
I was trapped in an Arc
And then I popped up
Developing an art
They call it a Picasso
Ghetto poems or calligraphy
My pens skills advanced
Line from line
Check out my melody as
I slow bop up the street
In my K-Swiss classics
Two bitches on my hip
And they both speak ratchet
Pistols, they sisters
And they both get active
Don't get it twisted
Or misunderstood
You just need to stop watching colors
Or
Boys-in-the-Hood
Cuz' over them colors
Boys is getting shot in the Hood
[Hook: Crisis]
Killa Bees take control everywhere that we go
MC’s ain’t got a chance and we letting them know
Hit your town, shut it down, victory on the road
The flow thirty-two below freezing, my n***as is cold
Killa Bees take control everywhere that we go
MC’s ain’t got a chance and we letting them know
Hit your town, shut it down, victory on the road
The flow thirty-two below freezing, my n***as is cold