[Verse 1: Damien]

We keep it heated to the core, through the floor

Like the China syndrome, make it known

Bring it forth, hellfire and brimstone

Microphone mercenaries doing hits for free

Sick of truth and fragile motherfuckers delicately

Definitely never competing with the K-O-T

I expect you will agree we don't accept the wack

D-town to H-town we causing heads to crack

Ceremony track masters as a matter of fact

Taking back what is rightfully mine, time to shine

Every line I design a syllable and a rhyme

Got your mind playing tricks

Every time making hits, DJ's making the mix

You keep banging my shit

We keep changing the pitch to lyrical excellence

The triple threaded weather with mic perfectionist

Better meditate, escalate the rhyme, time to elevate

Melt wax to make it difficult to set the record straight

[Verse 2: Micah]

With more power than a spark plug

Termite cause to live wire

A rhyme writer that spit higher than split fire

We street fighters with kicks tighter than Ryu

I burn crews with rhymes hotter than Thai food

With no flaw, I leave you with no jaw

See we hard core, frame of mind against the law

I'm setting up MC's for the Coup de Grace

Just when I write no protection, straight raw

It gets colder, I told the margin to move over

These boulders, that I spit can break shoulders

My pap' and pen pack more poison than king cobras

I flip folders to make your team fold up

Hold up, ain't no time outs, the game's over

K-Otix in the marquee, the name's slower

Ain't no protection from this flame thrower

Steady scooping your girl because I can't show her, HUH

I'm the game and I'm that damn good

Coming off like Lorenzo's in bad neighborhoods

You should, better yourself before you try to step up

I'll be on the next level waiting for you to catch up

[Verse 3: Headkrack]

I play the low with my hat tilted

And spit rhymes so raw, cats will be like

"Hey yo, Krack killed it"

Black and brilliant, I spar with metaphors

And spit better bars, like years ahead of yours

Hit beats like tether balls, more brains than brawn

Me and K-Otix is here to bring the shame to your songs

Your name belongs on a long list of homo thugs

Krack's motto of the moment, show no love

MC's be talking about that their styles is fly

But their records wouldn't sell if they did a joint with Princess Di

And he had a new Pac Verse, that he recorded last week

Your flow's less than booty, it's more like ass cheek

Mad weak MC's, they better get muscle bound

I'm like Tyson screaming "Fuck it dog, let's go another round"

I make you underground using physical force

Rip out your ad in The Source and put a torch to your corpse, you dork