Kon Karne

Darker than the East River, larger than the Empire State

Where the beast who guard the barbed-wire gate is on the job, not my fate

Tired of the wait till the villain bring deliverance from the dire straits

Fire at a higher rate, while they make the liars' fliers scatter

Buy a plate, isolate the wires

Try the straight pliers

If not, the vice 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, karma, or break your fast, Ramadan

Transaction drama, aw, come on, Barney

Clack clack, pardon me, wack rap con carne

He came to feed the childrens like Sally Struthers

After that he's goin' back to Cali, where's the

(Love is)

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 soft to squeeze-a

Raw with the pen and on the mic off the heez-a

Get shot off that wide-eyed talk

And if he had a pot, he'd still piss on the sidewalk

You can't take the street out the street person

Lookin' for the perfect beat, coercin' into heat burstin'

They couldn't spot him on a spot date

Got the only tape that come with a free hot plate

Whoever do get to see me sing

With the 3D 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 roughest ain't up to Snuffleupagus

Me and Sub is like the brown Smothers Brothers

(My love is)

Vaster than the seven seas

Bigger than Mount Kilimanjaro

If they don't know, fill 'em in tomorrow

On the horror show

A mental note, return Bob's record

Swear to God, before he gets a job, he robs Eckerd

Blessed with a hot flow, tested it, got dough

Invested in stress, 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 'em just enough 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 is too futuristic for ballistics

And far too eccentric for forensics

I dedicate this mix to Subroc, the hip-hop Hendrix