Kon Karne

Darker than the east river, larger than the Empire State

Where the beats to guard the barbed wire gate

Is on the job, not my fate, tired of the wait

To the villain bring deliverance from the Dire Straits

Fire at a higher rate, why'd they make the liars

Fliers scatter, buy a plate, isolate the wires

Try the straight pliers if not the vise grips

A real price saver way to acquire nice whips

What a steal for real on wheels of steel

Stunner a funner summer number one meal deal, bummer

A bizarre phenomenon is your armor on

Take your cash coma or break your fast, Ramadan

Trans action drama, aw, come on, Barney

Clack, clack, pardon me wack rap, Kon Karne

He came to feed the children's like Sally Strothers

After that he's going back to Cali where's the love is

Wilder than the Nile, old power like the Great Pyramid of Giza, And stay leanin? like the tower of Pisa

Give him something he can feel that's off the squeeza

Raw with the pen and on the mic off the hezza

Get shot off that wide eye talk

If he had a pot he'd still piss on the sidewalk

Can't take the street out the street person

Looking for the perfect beat could worsen into heat bursting

They couldn't spot him on the spot date

Got the only tape that comes with a free hot plate

Whoever do get to see me sing

With the 3-D ring, sittin? stationary like B.B. King

Can see how it really sting, it ain't no front row

Standing room only at the motocross stunt show

The ruckus ain't up to snuffilufigus

Me and Sub is like the brown Smothers Brothers

My love is faster than the seven seas, bigger than mount Kilimanjaro

If they don't know fill them in tomorrow on the horror show

I'm into no return Bob?s record

Swear to God before he gets a job he robs Hackard

Blessed with a hot flow, tested and got doe

Invested and stressed the best to finesse a opto

As I reminisce never forgot when I was very broke

Shot the Henny straight, couldn't afford to cop the cherry coke

Or should I say broke with wealth

To know enough to give them just rope to yoke they self

Playin? me before I take the ring and pawn it

The long arm of the law couldn't even put they fingers on it

Dog on it, do the statistics

How he bust lyrics was too futuristic for ballistics

And far too eccentric for forensics

I dedicate this mix to Subroc, the Hip Hop Hendrix