[Intro: Radio Myyr York]

Pitäskö ottaa tähän väliin yks biisi?

Laitetaan erittäin tunnelmallinen, meidän lempparibiisi tähän väliin

Tässä tulee Kigel (Aijai)

Ja nyt tulee Kigel soimaan...

Radio Myyr York, ja täältä lähtee Kigel

Ja laitetaanpa tässä kohtaan yks Kiigeli

Kigel.mp3 soimaan...

Näillä merkeillä, mennään seuraavaan biisiin, joka on tämä... uoh

Tää on niinkun... tää biisi on sitä jotain nyt kaikki meidän ihanat 7 kuuntelijaa, laittakaa täysille

Tää on hyvä biisi

Tää on Kigel

[Verse]

These rhymes catch you off guard like a cold toilet seat

Bars sicker, iller than old broiler meat that's spoiled to the beak

I wanna live like how ducks living

Chill, get the bread, no fucks given

Kraiden do be touching boobies, chest and booty, hum these soothing hymns

I don't use no pseudonyms

Your rubies, gems, looking dubious, this hooligan's rhymes fire like Vesuvius

Now, I knew it's best to invite K, the rap mogul that came to fix your shit beats and your crap vocal

Hit the stage and motherfuckers barely know it's me

Still I hit that shit precise like the stage on low hp

(fart)

[Verse 2]

Grab the mic sturdily

Make sure a fool scared of me

Make a mf go through m2f surgery, verbally

It's a murder spree, I'm getting a little heated

I need the peace of mind, that herbal tea, but y'all gotta stay seated

My sherpa's fire, yours might serve as fertalizer

The verbal fighter who couldn't hurt a minor

In a rap battle, most of them's a tad fragile

Managed to grow a pair and stand out the bad apples

(Organ solo)

[Verse 3]

Ain't nothing new going ham on an organ solo

Hope it was better than being bored in slow-mo

I know it's better it's the best and even probably more

Full stage on bull waste, rest stuck in the corridor

Da-da-da-da-da-da-daa, make these all go crazy

Ladies, men, even babies, though the flow so lazy

Tell 'em I don't fuck with the band kids

Tell 'em I don't fuck with the language

Tell 'em I don't fuck with your bandwith

Tell 'em I don't fuck with the-

(cough)

[Verse 4]

-The popo think he abides by law

But the streets are afraid of him like a sliding door

If he gets on the beat, yeah the beat vanish

Spit so hard the people think he speak danish

Living in lightspeed like a goddamn hyperdrive

Slow-flow bozo, like B, how he keep the hype alive?

His raps all verse, ill or no hooks

Closets full of tall, all verse-filled notebooks

Cop a clean shirt, release a dopamine burst

Smoked a bean's worth then I wrote a mean verse

Aye, get coins and spark joints

Lose points from art boys for the moist fart noise

I don't really care though

[Outro: Radio Myyr York]

Ai että!

Sieltä Kigelit soimaan

Toi on kyllä ihan mun lemppari biisi tolta listalta

Nyt repästiin tosta tarkkaamosta vähän haastateltavaa, kukas sä oot?