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lyrics
I'm coming to get cha.. No time to reflect cha.. I'm getting there anyway.
Verse 1
Who said it couldn't be done? Who said it couldn't be won? Digest unless the rest miss this lyric phenonenom. Vibes are strong, moving on (What!) There's no need for static. Kin's got the Recipe.. Energy.. Logic. I get Bionic, too fast for the past. Let it be known who has grown.. By whom the stone was cast. Friends don't bend the truth or turn to burn and spurn their pardre. too bad you had to go slag the past, now you must leave the party. It's the behaviour not the flavour of the bounce that counts, surmount the doubt with clout watch me pounce with ever ounce. I'm the K (Kin the Kinsman) Funky Beat Yakuza. Sworn allegience to HipHop with all the aims to soove ya. I'll bruise ya if you step out of sync, that means you're over the limit. I live on the brink, the now, that's why the crowds don't need no gimmics. Mic check, place your bets, tonight the prize is the future sounds.. Kin's coming Uptown.
Verse 2
Top ranking, enhancing, moving Krissy forward. Messages give emphasis, expand the minds four corners. I'll warn you I have many names in games I cannot mention. The cycle is at hand (What!) Kin is the incarnation. The recita.. sketchy character.. B-Boy delighta. Despite the fact that I extract techniques on retreat as well as attack ya! huh, I've got the ammo, I'm fully armed and loaded. Best prepare and wear your armoured vest the tribes are coming for justice. I built my strength through struggling, suffering, smuggling my breath, heart arrest just smothering. Can't breath, guard my seed, find my queen who's eye's I've seen. I'm a verbalist with a gift in this, I insist you come clean. (Uptown) Who said it couldn't be done? Sit down, the courts in session silence the jesters and the clowns (Don't make a sound) Too late to evacuate to escape the count down, I'm breaking ground with ultra sound.. Kin's coming Uptown.
Verse 3
My vocals got the wattage, make your hair stand up with static. I get lyrically graphic, slack mc's to me they're plastic. There ain't no stopping me, refuse the taste like you did with brocolli? No more games, let me refrain, lets do this properly. Lead the squad from the Brit Side, fed up of "Ah at least he tried". HipHop feds my text expect the rest to come and satisfy. I get deep beneath to seek your memory, to save insert your card and get a burst of energy in your anatomy. Break through the mirage, clinically inject me for a charge cos I sense your aura, like a whispered rumour I saw ya. Feeling the need is the formula, taking the lead as I'm warning ya. Kinsman sails the ship and takes a grip of this peninsula. Feel this bridge you cannot burn, there's no surrender, see this cake, it's my turn because I'm a defender not a pretender (So!) Read my book, it's always open when it's found because the spoken word is the word you've heard.. Kin's coming Uptown.
I'm coming to get cha, no time to reflect, but if you inspect this chemistry.
Now I won't ignore ya, never abort cha, what's in store is my destiny.
And we all know that with this format it ensures that it's plain to see.. I'm getting there anyway.
