The final single. Produced by Alex Cabrera.
Beat by ANT1: https://soundcloud.com/a_n_t_1

Verse 1: Ryan Kelly
It's Killah Crook
Get on my dick, faster than the Audubon, 
puffin polygons,
Mothafuckas tryna skate on me I'm just tryna get my Ollie on,
Sorry son,
I'm prolly on this shit for the grind,
Rappers tryna mimick like Mr. Mime.
So I say, Ditto, never quit though,
The icing on the cake my bank account never froze,
I went public, invested all the stuff it's, a private with a goddamn D-Day vet flow.
Although I ain't talkin animalia,
Ya talkin to ya hoe wonder why she never callin ya no more,
But she like me, her throat sore,
But for different reasons although both are,
Pertaining to bitches gropin me more,
I guess I learned the ropes or,
I said fuck it and I constructed a ladder,
Walked under it, this shit for blacks,
Mothafucka I am dark matter,
Black magic, when I'm rappin.
But rappin lames fuckin baskin in my light,
Capitalize on this shit cause I'm only talkin bout I,
I'm hashin out lies
Ya tellin lies,
While I'm lyin down with ya girl,
Never doubt I, will humanize,
Ya flow yeah I'll bring it back down to earth,
Holier than thou attitude mothafuckas bringin me myrh,
Singin me first,
 "We don't play around,"
My dogs got my back like we in homeward bound,
And the ladies meow cause bitch I'm in the god damn game now,
Pound for pound, I'm the dog that you tryna take home,
Mothafuckas bragging cause they faggot songs on an iPhone.
Bitch I'm doin it big, I stick, a middle finger up to the haters tell 'em  I'm home,
Maybe though one day be playin on the radio,
But fuck it if I don't still got girls askin me to sadi though,
Tryna dance slow, 
While my pants low,
Yo, approximately yea-high,
Down to my ankles while my goddamn high head be in the sky, I,
Roll my own shit, write my own shit,
Spit acidic, while lames is climbing over walls like they trainin in basic,
Ya gotta face it,
The game be infants who can't tie they own laces, 
While I'm Rockin shoes they can't afford, can't pull off,
They wastin they time 300 shit they can't hold off,
My god flow, yeah I came and I saw,
Then I conquered these soft ass fucks arms up like I'm Adolf,
But bitch my dick soft in the same spot,
I been for years but now peers know to lose track of my name not.
The tape drops and the world take notice,
Showin those who hate that this green I be blowin, 
Be the loud, like you play my songs on the low,
While you high tryna give me high fives now.

Verse 2: Bruce Li
Before I spit you can feel how humid it's getting
They say my head is in the clouds they must be cumulonimbus
The storm is brewing up in this bitch bout to chew up and spit this 
All helter skelter Storm shelter doors blew off the hinges
They fucking knew I'm the sickest I give em rheumatic symptoms 
Sit in the doctors office coughing Soon you're losing your senses,
Like goddamn, this chemical warfare
Sun Tzu in my mind from China wasn't even born there
Still working for mine, already tryna take your share,
Jet black coarse hair, like the Barbary corsairs
The pen's the sword when I write is what I'm tryna say
Shit I mean I torrent my idols off of Pirate Bay
And you may, think I'm just wishing for their position 
But one day I can picture them finished up on my hit list
Rap game bounty hunter when you hear the sound of thunder
Face it even if you hate it rated's what they found me under
But overachieving guess I'm being paradoxical 
Cuz ppl always telling me my shit is either hot or cold
I wanna be rocking flows across the globe not at home
I gotta go, if you don't fucking love it then you must be kinda slow, 
After the Reign, ill be waiting for  the pot of gold
Clincially insane, Heath showed me that it's not a joke
Not kidding when I spit this my shit is Arkham asylum
Writing from day to night if it's getting dark I'll enlighten
Lot of these bitches love to bark but dont bite and
I'm Saint Bernard with these iambs
Big dog ya regardless where I am
Readily let em see the pedigree go hard to remind em
That if they fucking with this shit then go press start then rewind it
The beats hard probly suffering from the rigamortus
And the studio ain't big enough to stuff in all the corpses
Force em to the fucking morgue before I truck em with a fork lift
No remorse it's why I give a warning for I start recording
ROT spell it out because we'll rot in hell
Fine with me cant wait for the stories Biggie and Pac would tell
You may think the way I'm dropping names is fucking blasphemous
But I'm hotter than the flames Olympic Games the torch they passing it 
And if not then I'm grabbing it, fuck passive aggressive
Yeah I'm past the point of passing up my passion for a pension, I should mention that I'm
Never gonna be the one to make you wanna laugh
But they stand up hands up every time I rap
Tell em run it back on the motherfucking track
Hear me gasp cuz I can't breathe when I rap fast
As a matter of fact, I can rap fast or rap slow,
An asshole Luke Yacko, don't plan on coming back home
If I get cash like I passed go Talking bout monopoly,
Read my own fortune and it looks like I'll be profiting
Just playing in this game to renovate abandoned property 
Let that sink in take a drink and let me end this properly
Yeah let me end this properly

The Misadventures Of Killah Crook & Luke Yacko (prod. ANT1)

Rap duo out of North Atlanta
Contact: reignofterrorinyourarea@gmail.com
https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/big-jenkem/id1027099421

The Misadventures Of Killah Crook & Luke Yacko (prod. ANT1)

REIGN of TERROR