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 ya cash coma or break ya fast Ramadan

Trons action drama awww come on barney

Clack clack pardon me wack rap Kon Karne

He came to feed the childrens like Sally Strothers

After that he's going back to cali where's da

Wilder than the Nile

Hold power like the great pyramids 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 heeza

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 to worsen into heat versin'

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 motorcross stunt show

The ruckus ain't up to snuffiluffigus me and Sub is like the brown Smothers Brothers

Faster than the seven seas

Bigger than Mt. Kilimanjaro

If they don't know fill them in tomorrow

In the horror show

A metronome; return Bob's record

Swear to god before he gets a job he robs angered

Blessed with a hot flow

Tested and got doe

Invested and stressed the best to Vanessa Hopto

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

Plan B before I take the ring and pawn it

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

Doggone it

Do the statistics

How he bust lyrics was to futuristic for ballistics

And far to eccentric for forensics

I dedicate this mix to Subroc the Hip Hop Hendrix