SKRO

You know what? I like that idea Uh Yo, uh Uh Aha Uh Yo Sittin' alone in a dark room listenin' to Doom A light sparks a movement and y'all doomed A part two to the monsoon I respond through the routes that I choose when I want, dude Walk through an entire division I'm tired of living Silent my mind's on a mission I hit the decision to skip getting permission Me and the Skro we goin' old school, listen Mixing dark wit' the light Angel and devil cake, take a bite I make 'em quite afraid with the pace I write But if the cadence ain't right it ain't tastin' nice so A lemonade wit' some ice Vanilla milkshake and a bag of rice I paid the price What you holdin' me up for? I got a four thirty that I gotta be up for And Imma Roll the dice on whether I should Kick down the door of an open mic Go home and write or overwrite The memory I got saved on a card I keep inside a memory jar May-be see what speed that I can reach inside a car How many people inside a bar Are ready to brawl for no real reason at all? How many fake enemies'll fall? I gotta see what the dice tell me and call My Skroneezy to film it all I still involve the Kill Bill skills and all Realest in the building I will dissolve Anybody thinking they could best Me in a contest Do I look stressed? Definitely ain't impressed! See it bein' easy to believe in a lie Open up your eye sometime Yo Nothing was ever the same, what my explosion marks Is an ineffable change, homie I'm rows apart From all the lames who honestly sound the same Takin' over the game call me Napoleon Bonaparte Surrounded by so many Napoleon Dynamites Who see my show, decide to go home, try to write Notions into a stolen flow You can try to bite but it ain't even tight if you Can't - get - the - timing - right Feel at home if I get to provide a rhyme at night The show is over when I unwind it's quite a sight It's kinda like I'm applying ultra-violet light Cuz I'm shining so bright you would think I'm holding a diamond mic All the pressure could never lessen the effort I'm putting into the decibel levels that I deliver with pleasure Couldn't measure the lessons only consider 'em Riddle 'em into a lyrical rhythm, you can figure 'em out You You can figure 'em out It's the Skros Ya already know Uh Haha Yo shoutout Skro Shoutout the whole camp Shoutout everybody putting their heart and soul Into this project we love y'all This real Hip-Hop we do this for real We here for the raw Culture baby Shoutout J-man Shoutout Skro one more time man We in this man It's the Skros To be Determined Uh