To The N.A.C

We bringin' ruckus on the beat Ba da boom, ba da bing When the illest and realest Together now that's the thing That can cause a lot of mess Cus we cuttin' off all the strings If it ain't makin' sense Let us spit what it means Bringin' ruckus on the beat Ba da boom, Ba da bing It's the Kronik and the Funk In the room it's about to be A session of a mass destruction So take a seat Cus we talkin' bout the scene So it's prolly gon' be a "Who'd it might be?" I can spit 30 seconds Better than a 30 minute EP, LP, whatever Go ahead, try me Y'all are bandwagon dogs Chasing anybody on Frisbee So here's mine I'm throwing it You can try to catch it All I see's a shitty compound That y'all be calling industry Wannabees wandering Misery just loves company Ability in verbal vicinity you hardly test me Lyrically, vividly, hypothetically, realistically Pun intended Now who's the one to get offended Your tone broke a note in the chord They got offset and it's unfortunate A flow so bad fall off an edge Maybe drop the pen and leave You need a proper orphanage They say that I'm strange person Now that a compliment My bars could cross dimensions An outer body experience You feel it when you hear it Your confidence get precarious If my skill's nefarious Don't meet my other variants Flip on to Kronikle VII He got the Funk We tune it a level You got the magnificent two Lyrical standoff We sling mics faster than you Quickly unloadin' on the Prodigal peasants that bait views Don't get me started on the So called legends They push you false hope To the point to where the ledge ends Fame feeders No different than fake leaders They get you cheer-leading Bunch of clowns in the circus They want to sabotage hip hop So they grab a dress harass Every passerby to be exact Building stages for artist That came from rich families The bigger enemies Only want to make you broke with no money Grabbing a rope Tying all of your backbones to death KronikFunk still here Don't you ever fucking forget Swinging bats many tongue collapsed Let me hear y'all rap Screw this so called backstabbing Bloodsucking rap mugging industry Please see this abilities vividly You can call us strange But you rather see us dead We respect forefathers That paved the way While y'all bother about Having a place a stay No kings exist your rap is arthritis If your feel you're king Then baby come try this Since 2013 we made the duo blast trees Two brothers that made history Silent rap skills They only want to feature for fame Take a picture for name Play their songs and there's Damages to brains How can we sustain Fake brotherhood and friendships True brother stays For whatever penmanship KronikFunk brotherhood elite rap legit You can count days and look Through the years for recovery These days real rap Will never get you a salary We bringin' ruckus on the beat Ba da boom, ba da bing When the illest and realest Together now that's the thing That can cause a lot of mess Cus we cuttin' off all the strings If it ain't makin' sense Let us spit what it means Bringin' ruckus on the beat Ba da boom, Ba da bing It's the Kronik and the Funk In the room it's about to be A session of a mass destruction So take a seat Cus we talkin' bout the scene So it's prolly gon' be a "Who'd it might be?"