[[Kraze One]]
As I rhyme I elevate myself to a new level
From the bass and to the treble frequency is comfortable
So I settle, delivery lyrically interest free
I don't need to charge you see for originality
People hating me blatantly keep on telling me
I don't really care you see trying to live positively
A damaged society the fire to fuel
Kraze One Verbalistic that exception to the rule
Never wanted to be cool just wanted to express
Never wanted to test but had to school never the less
I must confess, I stepped up to the mic at fifteen
On the scene, and I'm still here fulfilling that dream
Never fell off once man, and never looked back
Worked my fingers to the bone, almost broke my back
Motivation wasn't money just about heart and soul
Hip Hop is a life thing so I don't play the role
Talking bout music and every one becomes and expert
There's no set work, no guideline to follow so let me network
Business is Hip Hop but most Hip Hop aint the business
Some lyricists aint saying nothing
(Man listen)
After recycled breaks, no concept to relate
Record companies promoting it just making Hip Hop fake
No mistake, like pop music just focusing on image
Killing off originality did real Hip Hop vanish?

[[Fa-Real]]
Who ever step up gets torn apart like a leper
The hot stepper, murderer, I burn like pepper
No referee you'll see booking this MC
Dramatic work erratic with idiosyncrasy
Woo wee lord I hold the mic cord with tenacity
Styles broad you can't handle my whole capacity
And your audacity prompts me to dis
Watch my fist, duck or by death you'll get kissed
Caught up in the life of Hip Hopness
The founders and undergrounders all get blessed
No less than one hundred percent that's the best
From this MC with props like a rod rest
Make my mark, then step off in to the dark
I'm start raving craving I'm more down that block paving
Engraving your tombstone with my microphone
Bad to the bone, I'll burn you up in your fucking home
Causing heart seizures, like Jesus walking on water
I'll dash a news flash in your ears like a reporter
And slaughter weak cells up in you head quarter
It's punishment by death as I pull the rope taughter
Styles uninhibited boy like S&M
The crème de la crème run go tell your friends dem
Then we can spend the evening doing battle
Where you'll get knocked around till your brains dem fucking rattle yeah.