Kult Muzik

I’m not here to impress or cater to your interest
I intend to implant the weapons that I indent
I’m what he invent; Pain and anger in flesh
I’m the open waters that sharks infest
I inject intellectual discourses
Banish satanic forces with trampling horses
I’m the awesome horseman
I’m the cortez of the disfunctional quartet
I’m the conquistador
Rex-Raus-The-Saur, Quest to soar
Ripping windsor and crack the earth’s core
I’m the bomb you can’t diffuse
I’m the temptations you can’t refuse
I’m the opportunity you have abused
I’m the trust you have misused
I’m the truth you can’t deny
I’m the orders that you can’t defy
I intertwine with divine to design this holy rhyme
XS.One The Alumni…
We were blind in the mind the first time we started this
Cult, embarked, as a result we fathered this
Form of art that men been practicing
And these tracks from way way back is still listened
By emcees, who studied the raw forms and mastered degrees
And that ceased these universities
Of hip hop, as we sweet talk these bars of sick topics
Making your trip stops
We were blind in the mind the first time we started this
Cult, embarked, as a result we fathered this
Form of art that men been practicing
And these tracks from way way back is still listened
By emcees, who studied the raw forms and mastered degrees
And that ceased these universities
Of hip hop, as we sweet talk these bars of sick topics
Making your trip stops
They never really gave a shit about me back then
But now they wanna join the band since I did Badman
Back then, I was tryna make the mark
They didn’t wanna hear my shit
They didn’t even give a fuck
I was better than your favourite crew
But fuck it, at least I’ll be your least favourite dude
I guess they don’t wanna hear the truth
But we don’t lie eveytime when we step in the booth
We keep it raw, we bout the rhymes and beats
Your style is flaccid, You bout the fame and bitch
The bling and rich, Who’s got more radio hits?
After all I guess shit is what the media feeds
Sell the souls to the devil just to make that cash
We clearing your mess call it take out trash
We guns above the roses so call me Slash
If ya’ll HipHop, we shall put it to rest.