K.T.P

First and foremost ya'll not no emcees

Not even a bit close this warzone smells he

Who can't even compose until soul empty

How come you niggas blow up your not dope ask me

I let it all inside when approached by envy

But the vision in my eyes never cloaked I can see

The bit by bit decline of a sport I sweat bleed

And cry for

So I'ma watch the party die

Look

You all are dog food I'm a different pedigree

Let the canine chew I'm sure even your pet agrees