(Kyd Wah-Lee Verse)

Well...Welcome Back

To That..

High...Life...

Movement....

Gimmie That..

I don't really think yall ready though..it was soft but now its war tiiime!

Sittin on a mountain of lines that i wrote

All of em laced wit crack and mad dope

Get smoked battlin me you can't cope

Cause you ain't got half the drive like tyco

I might have spoke words in wheels of mind sets

Cause i refuse to strike words like the trinity

Only one of them and thats enough for any MC

Even if he was squared homie could get smoked

Delayed double entendre's cause i set trends

Now im trying to make it cool to whip a mini van

Sittin damn near equivalent to heaven cause my weed only go in raw like its sexten

You should take a lesson from this higher up

And think if you could deal with dealin with this higher up

Cause we ain't takin no prisoners, 300

My city don't raise punks they all hunters

(Shintendo64 Verse)

Yoh..We're Terra Godz..Running Through Your Motherfuckin City Yall!...Planet Otokore...Whatup..

GIMMIE the microphone

Cuz I alone

Can rip the mic when hype

Ill Stomp the guts up out the whacker rhymers like a mike and Ike

To show em that Godz are all unique we never rhyme alike/

We're versatile niggas

In this mixture feel the lines of strife

Or

Feel the blinding lights

I'm in my shining armor

Rhyming tight

With a mask that strapped to the green ass of my snap

Ill Rip in half any half ass MC up on the map

With quoted lyrics from my guided intuition and crap

But fuck formalities

Cuz I'm not wit normality G

I'm a rappin maverick using magick casually sheesh

Living only for the feel of a crowd surfs or a deal for distribution

Moving Music to your groove list

That's true shit