(Part One)
Kevin Kross coming in hot with the word game,
I'm sick of the competition thinking that they own it all,
I ain't never had a thought about your clique name,
And I will murder anybody with the balls to bring your best to the table,
Throw them chips in the middle,
This is not a fable,
It's your grave that you are seeing,
Better run,
I'm coming with the mindset of a psychopathic killer,
And you silly if you thinking you the one,
(As I grow my)
Vocabulary very scary and it's been so,
Since I was old enough to listen to a song,
I parry with the right, land a couple with the left, while I stick you with the jab,
It's a knockout and then you done,
I'll smoke you in front of your posse and your little fans,
I'll show up to your crib and embarrass you with the plans,
For lyrical domination,
I got no dictionary,
I drop it off the top and I don't need no stationary,
I keep it moving,
Got no paper for the pen,
And homie you'd be better off to find a doctor cuz I'm thinking I am,

(Part Two)
So sick with the mic,
Gotta become a poet, comma,
I knew when I was little I would be a stoic guy,
I went big with the bite cuz the bark it created drama,
I nominate myself to a Grammy because I try,
I rip it when I have to,
Repetition on the line (Repetition),
Reputation,
Think I'm facing mine,
I don't wanna cause a ripple in the system,
Cuz I spit it better than these other rappers and I'm educated now,

(Bridge)
Go and face your fears and don't be troubled when you get DESTROYED

(Part Three)
I represent the ones that know they made for something better,
With abilities,
A head full of ideas that you wouldn't believe,
I resurrect the conversation of who is doing it best,
A rap King of Kentucky,
Comment if you please,
I'm gonna run to the back room,
Step in to the mic booth,
I spit the truth,
Ruthless,
Might attack you,
I wanna be honest, I'm a humble kind of guy,
But I don't get no recognition when I try,
To ask if they would do a feature and they pass me up,
Don't even bat an eye,
Even though I'm a diamond in the rough,
They don't see the height of my,
Contribution of my pages in the mind,
And I completely understand if you don't wanna get demolished on a track that got your name up on it,
Step if you wanna put your game up on it,

(Bridge)
So I tell you what I really wanna do,
You don't wanna get it twisted and confused,
I wanna ride on the waves of a bass line of a reggae tune,
I wanna ride on the waves of a bass line of a reggae tune,

(Part Four)
Because I got the rhythm like I'm from Jamaica,
So I spit it with an accent,
I'm a brother from another mother,
Hit the ganja plant,
Sippin with a Red Stripe in my hand as I soak up the Island Sun,
Your water salty cuz you can't,
I don't wanna be the one to tell you that you gotta quit it,
With that misdirection,
Everybody knows you fake and not authentic,
I been a critic of lyrical analytics,
And I know that it's been a minute since you been up in it,
I'm talking bout the moment that you stepped up to the instrumental thinking that you were worthy to speak it,
But I'll tell you what it was,
A common misconception,
You're affecting other areas of hip hop,
You just wanna get the buzz,
But I am here to tell you that your act is over,
You should get a job,
Hang it up and think about your life,
Don't nobody care about an artist if you trying to get the "Likes",
Just be who you are,
Now ima drift away into the Moves of the Night...