[Verse 1:]Before punk I take out my stunts, now I start to jump, matter of fact I become a manhunt/You can't catch me in the streets just like the other either, just like Wesley Snipes catching the jungle fever/Malcolm X Martin King coming and save us, the home of the braver I take my number from the pager/So I can ace when I facing the bass, right beside in the place is was heaven from grace/So wait, I more control when I been said, I am the Jordan-head I wear hats to excite the dreads/It ain't a damn thing gonna change, I keep control on my microphone when I been born the game/KB , why did you do it?, you knowing for my manifest fulling of my rhyme, it's overtime/
[Verse 2:]I like that, you know I like that, I got em in so you never gonna fight back/When I attack, I let a nigga attempted to strike back, never react so I rhyming on a hype track/I fire off on my own rhyme, cuz I was ill as a freshmatic kill for one time/I max full effects, I test request in ya dozen cassettes, KB I catch wreck/I used the muscle now all I do is relax and drive, when I was young I was a fan of the Nasty Nas/I drop fools, coming through like you never want it, the more kicks than a baby kicking mother's stomach/KB the Villain act surprise when you rise, done exercise till the microphone apply/Back in last year I was a MC talking, I never been scared till I can grab rapping parks/And semiautomatic while the gun don't even understand, I came in every jam I'm the fucking man/I showing raps on your niggas I'm in the spaceships, I used to watch this now I load Glock clips/I am the savage, I turn to Jurassic, born in wild, the punks acting like a faggot/I'm not bisexual, I'm the intellectual, the rap wasn't professional but ain't no question yo/I made a lyrics of demand, you just don't understand but in the streets, I'm very known like a brother man/For my place to disgrace, I'm already explore rap, and tell me "KB ain't all that/For next time I rhyme, I be wild, whatever I freestyle I see foul, niggas acting child/My mind blowing for my rhymes, stay tuned KB the real rap coming overtime/
[Verse 3:]I really going on, when it hit it till is gone, every afternoon I kick at the tune/Came in the darkness, regardless, like I mark it word to Marcus, hardly I really sparked it/When I will blast the curve, that's my word while I'm doing too fast while I'm doing that and the third/I chill, pass the market turning today, I bagging bitches up in East side, killing the matinee/Pulling hits on the 5-0, so when it's my time to blow, I waving niggas with the .44/My fear become so real, you going to hell till I feel like I shot Cashmere/I grow plant seeds, don't even think about smelling trees, the extra pocket change more cash they need me/This goes out to everybody who lives at the Covington, Newton County I living fat/And the all around the more props, enough about, Nigel Griffey rest in peace, yo, I'm out/
