[Verse 1:Trig]
I got Seoul like the Han river and styles mad obese Competition's quickly slain by tis articulate beast Cuz when it comes to lyrics I'm about as peaceful as the Middle East UnderClassMen and Loptimist steady rising like yeast Masterpieces we release from Switzerland to South Korea Staying busy on the grind just like Redman's weed carrier Never fuck with this team or be history like jugolavia You better be hearing tha flawless skillz above the norm T-R-I-G's wordplay's swift like tropical storms Spitting heat blueflamish all your punchlines are lukewarm My exceptional form destroys any opposing team Your whole image is artificial just like E415 I'm seeing right through your scheme all your statements are divergent Repping the dirty streets while you're really cleaner than detergent My rhymes are arrogant and perfect the bomb like insurgents Vocally splurging I transmit like optical fibres My production's export driven like East Asian Tigers Deadly off the geigers crushing a fake clone or copy Trig's the boss like Gotti amateur punk don't ever test me Cuz my rap'll split you in half just like Korea's DMZ
[Chorus Scratch:DJ A.L.K]
It's the art of rap in the illest form(Fat Joe)
You can keep your weak beats from your corny producers(Nas)
You dealing with a lot of science(Ghostface)
Hard as a knock out bout-It's no sell out(Ice-T,Home Invasion,G-style)
[Verse 2:Kaotic]
Mind mechanics cold lamping under street posts Hold it down Boldsschool concrete coast to coast 7:30 bazerk pushing surround sound against the wall Tearing that establishment down 9 to 5 independent raw underground live and direct In the flesh respect pound for pound I'm psychedelic with it,with my brain hanging out Walking my talk,ahh hardball in the dugout I speak for and entire generation,separated By hatred,rage,religions and nations From blue collar atheists to free masons Majorly raising hell with adrenaline racing Genuine UnderClassMen McArthur technique You wave the rainbow flag marching spineless weak And I never gave in, Uh uh,with the weight On my shoulder so heavy that the ground under me caved in Like the Olympic flame it's been on 10 thousand thoughts per second,superiors styles of beyond As these stone soldiers battle on,I'm hammering Competition to the cross in a pit to rock on
[Chorus Scratch:DJ A.L.K]