[Intro: Kev Brown]

Low Budget

It was meant to happen, man

They ain't think it was gon' go down though

It's too real

Uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Kenn Starr (Kev Brown)]

KS and KB, we rep for MD

Split teens, make 'em beef like Treach and KayGee

Spotlight when I Roc the Mic like State P

Shit on MCs like I ate greens and baked beans

It may seem as though the meanest flow

Is straight crack like hip-huggin' jeans this low

I think back when my big cousin seen the po-

-tential in a young nigga, if I could just stay patient

Lace it like 5s and droughts and stay blazin'

Cave your face in, leave your days in a grave pavement

Hotter than Satan sunbathin' eating Cajuns

Tighter than overwеight men on the African slaveships

So savе it or get your face hit, cut and spread quick

Like pre-adolescent teenage kids with shaved kits (Get 'em)

So rugged I shine like gold nuggets

Cold blooded, if it ain't Low Budget, I don't love it

[Verse 2: Kev Brown]

Relentless, get cash back with interest

The instance, I step on stage and play

I generate the hypeness with mics grippin' the tight fist

For all the folks packin' a tight miss

Enough of Maryland, we still got fans like church

'Cause the fam put in work

Some of the work we put in hurt, still did it

And stood wit it, I guess you could say the hood did it

Who figured that? Down South dudes bringin' it back

Kickin' the sh... from the top shelf part of the rack

To make at least a part of the wack ease off

Take notice and promise to never sound bogus

Provoke kids to wave hands to graze you

And your lame plans of world dominance convince

With Kenn Starr, prevent your squad from harborin'

Pinpoint targetin', abolishin'

[Verse 3: Kenn Starr]

Immediate, I'm a pro and the flow is so dope

I'm like comedians with no throat, I'm no joke

I know foes is gon' hate me

But I won't fold so don't play me

If you don't know, the flow crazy

Try to harm me? I'm like no, maybe

You need marines, half the army, the whole navy to try to take me

Brick scraper blaze me

Stack more cake than bakeries that make pastries

[Verse 4: Kev Brown]

Over breakbeats, face defeat, we all in it

The kick drum swing like Sugar Ray Leonard

Pugilist, stomp through the music biz

To show brothers what the movement is and make waves

Stay cooler than ice trays that won't melt down

Make sure my spot's thoroughly held down

You know the last name past the fame

It's like four quarters past the game, it's Kev Brown

[Verse 5: Kenn Starr]

And they call me Starr Status, the bars still savage

Bring careers to a halt like cars in traffic

Your squad tryna match this, maybe perhaps if

They swallow some matches while gargling acid

Charge like the Packers' defensive linebackers

Your clique seems apprehensive to rhyme after

My 16's like a 6 with a 9 after it

Nasty like Nate, y'all cats is half-baked

If you hate, watch your face get ate like crab cakes

And it's far from an accident, had to get arrogant

Y'all flabbin' your lips, bars is inaccurate

Starr was a pacifist, switch to the savages

Niggas gave me no choice like pre-arranged marriages

See the range massive

The type to make a nigga rewrite his verse, even rearrange adlibs

The word that comes to mind when you see my name, classic!