Crunch

Moka Only

I'm the durable mammal, Moka Only the complete abnormality

Fatality maker, don't you sleep

Why? It's detrimental that you set your mental clock right

So you can catch the prime example of those who rock right

The top tight, my mics made of alabaster

Castin' shadows the size of Mount Shasta beadore I smash ya

I promise to be the bombest, I gotta say that

You wanna die? Well you can be accommodated

To be honest, you soft like hummus

To be on another plateau you gotta rap pro or become sawdust

I'll ??  ?? that ass with no exception

Been ill since my conception, I come for the collection

Same ol' cask respectin' ***** I can't front yo

Bizzy D went back to the hotel an' spelled his name in dough

I'm hella pro, a rappers work is never done

I like necks, I think I'm bout to sevre one

Prevail

I put my pressure on the corners and cave the box in

There's homicide on my breath and rhyme circles of sin

See if I don't re-animate the meat grinders grain

In the 8 wing where grey veins protrude from my grey rings

My collection of strange things include:

A barreling delivery like a Winchester and a pool full of crude

Oil in my turmoil ridden block of ill rhythm

Where cracker cockroaches talk about class division

See I'm not stuck in a strucked out function

I adapt to the place I hear the bass bumpin'

Keep every rhyme different, that's a sign of a vetran

Keep a bag of Buc Fifties in my cabinet of medicine

Mad Child

Make sure the door's locked and your deadbolt's fastened

Your worst nightmare that shares no compassion

Acid falshbacks get hacked up into fractions

Sergeant's road kill, still missing in action

An unafferctionate date, I'm section eight

Let's play, you be the bride of death and decay

Do you stay awake at night thinking of the things you should worry about?

Follow this blood trail and hurdle through the forest of doubt, til I'm out

In the wide open plains, hopin' to maintain

The same yeild, but the field's littered with corpses

Death is my departure, til then I'm explosive

An overdose of death, spare me no thrill

I'm rare, bare me no ill will, I'm there

The last man standing, never call a truce

Apologize? Nah, strength needs no excuse