It's June 16, 2024, 06:05:42 AM
Kurupt has fallen off harder than any1 else in tha rap game
Well I comes through with two packsof the bomb prophalaks for protectionSo my fuckin sac won't collapseCause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-raysSending young motherfuckers to an early graveI wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC'sshows my heart's as cold as the tundraElectryfing like thunder, I'm just too muchRough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touchI'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bayYa got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmayMy rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mindAs the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pineThere's no escape, nah I ain't blastinI use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askinOpposed to laughin, raw maniacal villianLaughter enhances the chances of tha killinWhy is that? Cuz smilin faces decieveYou best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest diseaseMy thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breatheYa whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason VorheesIn the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikesMy verbal snipe, your vocab on siteI'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for allSo all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wallYa already have an idea about tha superior sphereThe greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equatorI rock from here to there, to Philly and backTo LA on the spot where I rock and bust like strapsAs your views get overshadowed when you come in contactBeware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat