Attention!

up at 2 AM on a Sunday, why not write a verse to this?

Lyrics: hold up, I thought this dude was on hiatus/ I'm just hopping on this beat to prove the team is filled with greatness/ you got shiki, kwazi, kidd felony, malcolm, vespa and me/ you know that every single one of us be killing beats/ lyrical onslaught, I don't know what y'all thought/ if you try to say that you're better, we'll prove that y'all not/ we body instrumentals, somebody call up the reverend/ plain and simple, what I'm trying to say is ain't nobody better than/ this group of trained assassins, all we know is making hits/ I been killing it for a minute, have you not noticed it/ when I start to chopping, everybody just be losing it/ the AK-47 of the missing nin, unload the clip/ any and everybody who think they competition better pay attention to the very words the kidd is spitting/ so you better listen, nobody better think about dissing, cause you're messing with the wrong ones, the nins will leave you missing/ without a trace, it'll be a first 48/ they will try find your body, but sadly it's too late/ I'm a sick sadistic with the way that I spit it/ inflicting pain inside the booth every time that I spit a lyric/ bars so tough, that they will rock to your core/ but you can never get enough, I'll leave you saying you want more/ all the blood and gore, I think you like the massacre/ y'all should me leatherface the way I'm chopping rappers up/ one beat down, so tell me what's next/ this  beat is dead, you can not bring it back, no Lazarus effect

The Massacre Cypher [prod. Aataze]

Hip Hop

Lyrics: what happened to hip hop, what happened to real rap/ well let me spit this verse and I'ma try to bring real back/ what happened to love, what happened to unity/ what happened to making songs that effect the community/ yo that art forms lost cause the whole game's changed/ we used to be original but now we all the same/ it's a shame, I think everyone forgot to have to fun/ well sit back and just relax and I'ma show you how it's done/ them ATLiens told me the art of story telling/ Outkast like Antwan Patton and Andre Benjamin/ and just like De La Soul it was just me, myself and I/ kinda felt like Pharcyde because time was passing me by/ so this Black Sheep made a choice to get with this instead if that/ you hear my passion for the culture every time you hear me rap/ '93 til infinity, so I can't stop/ to make sure every single verse I do is hip hop/ classic, timeless, better than I ever been/ 2015 but it's sounding like 93 again/ I'm bringing new flavor for ya ear like I'm Craig Mack/ reminiscing like I'm Ahmad, thinking way back/ back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore but some days I sit and wish I was a kid again/ back in the days when I was young I'm not kid anymore but I still remember every track I listened/ to, that music was the truth/ you heard the passion from the artist that was in the booth/ Nas said that hip hop was dead, so I set out to prove the opposite/ hip hop is still alive just pay attention to the way I spit/ I took my time to master the craft and study the game/ in this day and age, I feeling like Tupac, looking for change/ I keeps it hip hop until I D-I-E/ R.I.P to every legendary MC before me

Ringing

Stigmus Sound