Musab - Kan of Whoop Ass (Reprise) lyrics

[Intro] Project Blowed Rhymesayers Living Legends Independent music [Verse 1: Blueprint] Yeah, the Midwest's finest, amid the best rhymers Peasants in my presence, address me as your highness Never been the one to debate who the flyest Or who shoot the most, or who get the highest My level of rap remain intact for a decade Two cla**ics dropped, my art rank among the best made Print, I swing sound just like a switchblade Aim it at your face, give that a** a quick fade [Verse 2: Psalm One] Yes I'm from the C.I., got my Illinois up Yes I'm in a crew, but really I'm in a boys club Real talk, I better be stacking my blessings Cause I got a really good deal, and deals bring lessons A regular dame met a nice dude, spit rounds for the brother He said "I like you, come join my mighty crew" And even though they rarely play her I'm a player, the queen of Rhymesayers [Verse 3: Musab] I'm still singing the late night blues Roaming the West Coast, tryna make these moves Started out with 18 dudes Headshots the crew, late the name ring through I'm down with the A-Team too Me and Abstract Rude in a Cadillac Coupe On the road tryna grab that loot Red black green in some black strap boots [Verse 4: Abstract Rude] Vanglorious co-founder of the Blowed notorious Next I was the X-Clan of the Battle Axe Warriors West threw down that bloody axe and started rhyme saying Now I'm slaying these chicken liver n***as in the frying pan I saute em 'till I can taste em, I cause mayhem I flambe em, I lambaste em The translation, they can't face em, I pancake em I lost patience, they got wasted [Verse 5: LMNO] The frisbee turned into a boomerang From the L.B.C. maneuver, the slang LMNO's the name, Visionaries the crew Since the Tribe was Unique, been rocking with Ab Rude Bless up, that dude's one of the best, easy You can hear and see for yourself, witness, believe me Till the next go around you can find me in the sound Walls of separation only good for tearing down [Verse 6: Neb Luv] Neb Luv, L.B.C., Jah Sk**s, Warren G Def Jam, N.Y.C., Unit 5 reality Back then kept the kush on the deck Hit the Good Life a few times just to get respect Polly with the Ma** Men, we knocked out seeking And set it off with the heist that's when the crew was peaking Wheels up, yeah, we off on tour Hit Europe 3 times, hood stars for sure [Verse 7: Otherwize] All of us were monsters first before the Blowed sponsored us k**er Cali King, far as concrete, I'm a conqueror Crenshaw's Obama, yeah, choke hold a local artist Then I turn they cypher into my oval office Rappers better off with Jodeci boots Or singing topless, or bringing homage f** yo couch, Oscar the Grouch, feed me garbage I'm Otherwize on Florence with influence Blak Forest founding fathers [Verse 8: Kail] Can only promise a s**er pain, I'm Clubber Lang Or I'm Sutter Cane how every quote drive a s*ut insane Cause life's a b**h but me and these n***as runnin' train So if you're on the track, step back or select another lane Duck a fade or tuck your chain before they find you By the Cecil stuck on Main with stomach pains It's boulevard billions b**h, you know the f**ing name Service 4-3, easy money gang, nothing changed [Verse 9: VerBS] See the Blowed, Swim Team, Hellfyre, you read that Started way before when they was rockin' a red cap Back at Hamilton had the clouds where my head's at Midnight Records where the soldier was breathed at Got a lot of homies and I'm on many teams Seen so many circles and I seen so many scenes Kick ya a** with pizzazz and the bars man they so extreme Gotta thank having this style to my upbringing [Verse 10: Open Mike Eagle] We the last sons of the Blowed, no orphanage 8 Neos and each has a Morphius Soloists cliqued like neocon globalists Hand to hand, hustle or campaign promo pics Swim Team, indie the wold fashioned way From Rae's "Faster Blade" to A-Team's "Maskaraid" Inspired by outliers So R.I.P. to G-Black and peace to the outsiders [Verse 11: Alpha MC] I used to work at Fred Segal Now I'm just k**ing the beats from Ken Segal Came in the rap game at sixteen Young dread, clean with freezing the 16's Went to the Blowed to test the rhymes Got served a lot but I progressed with time Explored different scenes, changed y perspective Then it put me on a whole separate grind [Verse 12: Droop Capone] The holy poet keeps it vicious and nutritious out in Pyramid City A buff buffet, I got infinite bars with me Jah love all day, my Imperial Guard's with me I'm satellite high, I got Sirius star with me AK-day mix and Queenn Anne Park equipped me Now it's Blowed and B-L, y'all officially gone fishing Dr. Oop's world cla**, don't sleep on me family, or f** it Wait 'till I pa** and holler 'Grammy' at the Grammy's Either way [Verse 13: Luckyiam] It's Luck, I'm chilling Living Legends, Youtube a few million I'm a Journeyman, built it from the floor to the ceiling We should probably write a book how to k** it Naw, youngstas don't want that Some rock show's Vox be on track That's whack, doot, put that on my tattoos Bad dude we done been around the world too [Verse 14: Sunspot Jonz] Sunspot Jonz, you better watch the real throne Mystik Journeymen from the Living Legends Occupation: k**er --- a**a**ination flow West Coast in here releasing your soul f** the radio praising dumb a**holes And down to battle, get ya at your damn show Promoters and vultures, you're now an organ donor To this 4-track king coming out of California [Verse 15: Eligh] As the Earth turns around the sun and I begin my final push You will begin to see the one without talking to burning bush The one being the wonderful ways the planet shifts into the next phase Resume demonstrate my embodiment of monumental speech instruction Fluctuation of tongue create magic Havoc and peace and the same time so spastic Yet so always in control and chemistry soothing Always Legendary, I'm always in the mix [Verse 16: The Grouch] There's an MC flowing deep and wide and I Can't stop rising with the tide tonight Stopped at a slow light, survived the drive Momma these lions gonna ride or die Yep, all I need is a paint coat To rejuvenate, marinate, no scapegoat Codename: Grouch --- never be torn again Oh yes, God bless the Scorpion