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conscious representation of San Jose hip hop through music for the mind
...wuzup. welcome to my page. listen to my music...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,458
Peak in subgenre #783
Author
KrylonStrike
Rights
Mr. Moreno [2002]
Uploaded
August 15, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
...umm yeah...
Lyrics
well its the k r y l o to the n...
im rockin tight upon the microphone n flowin again...
because im dope with a pen, and a pad or a paper...
kinda strange, things have changed, i aint mad atchu haters...
but i still dont show love, check the flow im spillin on ya...
dont step in with weapons im reppin san jo killafonia...
wether chillen in ya ride or havin fun at a party...
we be flippin and trippin from sippin tons of bacardi...
cuz its the s t r i k to the e...
when you talk you better watch whatchu sayin to me...
and i aint playin you see, because im sick in the brain...
im kinda like a soccer player how im kickin the game...
i like the thickest of frames when im mackin on honies...
cuz we ball and never fall when we be stackin our money...
gallo loco thats my nick name when im solo and chillen...
or posted up on the curb with the cholos and villians...
check the flow that im spillin when i rhyme for the town...
and the crowd is gettin loud so now its time to get down...
im never mindin you clowns when i ride through the street...
quick to blast but when i pass yall be hidin the heat...
i rip the tightest of beats, no matter how much bass it got...
i want the heads to hear this shit over on the adjacent block...
so if you come to my hood then you best to wear a vest...
cuz if our bullets dont kill you then you might get scared to death...
its the krylon to the strike, the pharmacist of the streets...
im sunnin kids n comin with the hardest hits for the beats...
ya gettin kicked in the teeth incase you dissin my crew...
you muthafuckers are suckers so no one listens to you...
i shake folks at great oaks, im gettin drunk in the park...
if you aint gone before 8 you gettin jumped in the dark...
and i spit kurupt flows so fuck those who actin foolish...
tell ya homegirl she can do it if she put her back into it...
girls are always on my mind so i be thinkin mamacitas...
even when im playen basketball or drinkin margaritas...
where else but kali do thugs rock black raiders jerseys...
say it twice just to make sure all the wack haters heard me...
its the s to the j, thats the place where i rest...
if you fuck around i might just push ya face through ya chest...
beacause escapin ya death is somethin that will not happen...
you got a better chance of gettin me to stop rappin...
so without the glock clappin im still gettin applause...
and i know im makin all ya homegirls wet in the draws...
so just remember one thing as i finish this verse...
dont hate on the skills that i was given at birth...
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