[Kin-G Intro]
Got the low down on some of y’all being on the down low
So low down that y’all underground yo, Ha Holla at me!

[Tragedy Khadifi Verse 1]
Ayo, duel seats in a Lexus styles is ambidextrous
Testosterone full blown but not a sexist
Ride to my exodus, spit with a death wish
Mics I transform on them foul until I’m breathless
Let’s get into my history, my story not a mystery
Crossbreeds produce the illest seeds
Rappers be killing me with they false imagery
Delete them from the YouTube page
Hit them wit penalties
I got the remedies & cures for the bullshit
Blows louder than 4/5ths when they speak
But that’s the basics, I regulate this
Escape the law like Frank Mathew’s with the facelifts
Aim guns at The Pope & stick the Vatican
Rock the game to sleep, overdose in ambience
[Kin-G]
Yeah, someone call the ambulance

[Chorus Kin-G]
I should sing like this
They’re saying I should rap like that
Talking all of this Autotune crap
But I’d rather take a victory lap
Rap like this
They asking why you rhyme like that
They saying do this or that
But I’d rather take a victory lap
[Dirrty B Verse 2]
Time to take a lap & celebrate another victory
Competition ain’t shit to me
They get blown into smithereens
They can’t admit to me that they ain’t on my level homes
Cause I’m fly like a pilot, the first episode
It’s a grim deed, enemies dem bleed indeed
If you think your fucking with Dirrty or Kin-G
Boutta increase the murder rate
Breaking up the vertebrae
Always in the lead when I’m running so I prefer to race
When Dirrty plays you know the outcome
Serving under crowd fund album as hot as Jessica Alba
Alpha Male in the Pride there ain’t no competition
Think you got the physics to beat me then pay the block a visit
Y’all dead wrong like you was tryna adopt a midget
You couldn’t top jumping out a helicopter with it
I came from Gotham City killing anybody
Dissing, probably missing
Always on top, that’s why I’m optimistic
I got the vision & the drive
Moving forward gifted
And the force of a cybernetic organism
Dialect I force the writtens
I connect the morbid tissue
Die & let the horror get you
Die man let the florist hit you
If they war against you, see I’m the tyrant king
Waist deep in Championship belt when inside the ring
Thinking violent things, masked up like Halloween
In Hell’s Kitchen I bet you I get the Collard Greens
[Kin-G Verse 3]
I climb the trees to see them deceased like hickory
You know this is the lap that I take for victory
I wrap around the circles on these motherfucking assholes
Like a lasso, I lacerate whenever they think that
The masking tape will not keep them quiet
You know I got to get the welder, weld it to they face
With the fire, maybe they will learn to hold they fucking tongue
When I burn that shit & all the pain that I’ve brung
You understand a narcissist is tryna tell me what to do
Autotune this “Suck my dick, Bitch fuck you!”
I’m the best there’s ever been & you are nothing to me
Nothing but a peon, a bitch that I will pee on
A bitch that I will shit on, one who needs to stop shitting
Themselves thinking they can sing, They soft as a kitten
You see the way I do it when I knit you into mittens?
Cause everything I say when I’m spitting it is smitten
It’s written in the biblical cause that I am Nas’ second coming
I don’t give a damn & you are plummeting into the planet
But that don’t make you a comet, that makes you a joker
You are nothing but a comic
I ain’t even gotta kill you in a chorus to know
That I caress your mom & that bitch is a ho
So here I go, I can kill you slow
Like you don’t need to step to me no mo mo mo
You Larry, You Curly & Moe
Matter fact what I said screw it, you are a joke like the three stooges
I go & kick the stool down while the rope around your neck
Cause I’m the type of man that ain’t got no respect
& you can get decked like that
Motherfucker don’t step to me with rap…