Verse #1 —————————— They trying to find who’s the shit by checking kicks under toilet stalls/ Lord of the underground KRO is do-it-all/ Half a year ago swear to god that I was doomed to fall/ Suicidal thoughts no longer I couldn’t do it y’all/ Y’all did what you could to stop the king like James/ Now I present to you the bible version king flames/ Scorch a scripture Fahrenheit 450 plus one/ Ensnaring mics and leaving imprints on percussion/ It’s the flow crushing, knowledge reloading six shooter/ No nothing Emcees QUICK need to get tutors/ Sounding like the next man yet expect moola?/ Don’t disrespect rulers of this realm of rhyme/ Heed the signs men at work hard hat and helmet time/ In hell I’m frying facing hades in a chess match/ Had a spell of trying web emceeing until the net crashed/ My Networks net worth built on substance and less flash/ HOOK And you keep the phony adulation/ Congratulations groupie adoration/ And all the fake friends/ On this path I’m taking/ I never strived to make ends/ Try to unlock your mind and if I can’t I break in/ And you keep the phony adulation/ Congratulations groupie adoration/ And all the fake friends/ On this path I’m taking/ I never strived to make ends/ Try to unlock your mind and if I can’t I break in/ Verse # 2 ————————— And Yo once I break in you take in my essence/ Going Tekken on peasants that lack mic presence/ Vocab and a message in their sixteen bar segments/ Segue in seconds to some shit they never mentioned/ In their aforementioned verse/ Had my attention until they lost focus and thirst/ Yo tell me what comes first?/ The hook or the lyrics? composition notebooks hold my spirits/ Foretold in the middle ages by mages and clerics/ Sick of these no name generic novice novelists/ In the 608 Hip-hop hobbyists are obvious/ And unqualified like the son of that lobbyist/ I’ll probably just retire like my mom due to politics/ If theres an inner circle I encompass the circumference/ Break the chain rapping running laps around you dumb shits/ If there’s an inner circle I encompass the circumference/ Break the chain rapping running laps around you dumb shits/ HOOK And you keep the phony adulation/ Congratulations groupie adoration/ And all the fake friends/ On this path I’m taking/ I never strived to make ends/ Try to unlock your mind and if I can’t I break in/ And you keep the phony adulation/ Congratulations groupie adoration/ And all the fake friends/ On this path I’m taking/ I never strived to make ends/ Try to unlock your mind and if I can’t I break in/

Kronos ---------------- Pride without accomplishment is poison to the soul The veil that shrouds your eyes when you pretend you’re in control My sensibilities in the post down low Getting boxed out by my ego in the hole Kind of hard to rebound against a presence so swoll Passed on the humble pie cause it tasted so so A morsel more so in the minutia of flows The maestros named kro and virtuosos the goal Baby steps in the second decade of this millennium Malign them false prophets that serve as mastas middle men Dumb em down Ebonics slang an idiots idiom Becomes an axiom to the younger generation giving them Misinformation about the world that their living in Every child left behind I left grimacing Envisioning a system making mind states dilapidate At a faster rate lack of hope just exacerbates Misconceptions mentally engrained that we have to break Plagues our race monkeys on our backs that we can’t escape re-enacting tapes Planet of the apes to get the papes shut the drapes Dim the lights and close the blinds Discuss our fates with these mics and over rhymes Such is faith that guides my hands when so inclined Questions aspirations adulation or to open minds Stand behind beliefs like a sheik with an Iron Spine

(Hook) And There’s a lot going on the world today My whole city going crazy! look how hoods get paid Rob whoever whenever with no sense of morals Master one skill than they rest on their laurels (x2) Verse #1 We got teenage jack boys robbing senior citizens… Yuuuuuuuuuuuupppppp they still at that shit my friend Then again it never stopped Thanks to those clever cops That congregate on one spot in the same block Six deep three cars aint did squat But protect and serve the people from those that do pot That evil plant must be lethal or close to equal Now a days high schoolers shooting diesel? My tongue’s the brush your brains the easel Free thoughts illegal and independent mind is regal Stay away from needles Needless to say these Lo-Lifes Left their souls behind they don’t know right I got homies that were homeless on those cold nights Not by choice they succumb to a known vice Advice for those in that boat Stay afloat today it’s sink or swim tomorrow own the moat Hook (x2) Verse 2 Can’t believe they passed that carry and conceal We barely have the rationale to deal With our current hot heads need to chill And these bigots legally can carry steel? You heard what happened at R’s Place (Fucked Up) Homie that was our space Now a negative generalization of our race Judge jury culture executed closed case The actions of few punish many It only takes one fool to impact the whole city Fake thugs gave them leeway to shut down another club Fuck what we say they closing down another club And I can do this for the love but rather do it live And I’ll be damned if I lose my glow to foolish pride I’m well aware of the pain they brothers feel inside I channel theirs when I rhyme and just enjoy the Ride Yeah

Whats up world its king kro eastside vet represent the 6-0/-8 All day all night emperor of the Isthmus sure your right Beaumont Stoughton blended together bore him Smoking pot floating next level cloud coasting Here we go take off loud kush can’t waste cough Spirits illuminated mental elevated lungs lined with love destined to make it Best friend been faking but I can’t call it Not concerned with the size of your wallet Not impressed with the rhymes you sick Going all in on a bluff that’s whats call slick I keep going never stop found a new chick And sketched a better plot Ex call suggest she kick hella rocks HUSTLE OVER TALENT Yup you can tell they H.O.T But back to me getting back to you Your man blocking just like actors do You need to get with me start chapter two I won’t fabricate like these other rappers do She’s naturally smooth with natural beauty Plus double d’s and robust booty Plenty suitors but she loves yours truly Cinematic romance like something out a movie I got it locked key in hand She loves my swag says I should be her man I looked her in the eyes have you forgotten ma’am The days before Kro when I was just Tam? And here we are I knew eventually You’d mention me To your friends about being down on bended knee Pledge love eternally potentially You’re the one with whom I want to age for a century (A Century) (Hook) She Needs Me That’s What the song say Alleviate her stress after a long day Body of a goddess fresh off the run way Mind of a scholar not impressed by that gun play Spirit of a freedom fighter enlightened by this writer Mold her heart with this pen it seems were growing tighter Told me I’m her lynchpin and that my words excite her See she is my drug too I fiend to be inside her (x3) Half a decade in the making thanks due for staying Two years when vocation wasn’t ranking High on my to do list you held me down and haven’t moved since Intense intimacy imprints indents our cardiac Rhythmatic exchange first our lips locked Than our hearts rearranged you had a boo I had a bitch from the past on my brain The booty master bedding every broad I could tame Aint it a shame how we met when I quit that job Hit your friend plus you thought that mine were all slobs I was older you were wiser than the average teenager Had much flavor independent with a grasp on your paper Five years later fresh as ever with a presence I savor A savant of hearts couldn’t understand our passion I need her she needs me and it’s everlasting (Hook) She Needs Me That’s What the song say Alleviate her stress after a long day Body of a goddess fresh off the run way Mind of a scholar not impressed by that gun play Spirit of a freedom fighter enlightened by this writer Mold her heart with this pen it seems were growing tighter Told me I’m her lynchpin and that my words excite her See she is my drug too I fiend to be inside her (x3) A savant of hearts couldn’t understand our passion I need her she needs me and it’s everlasting A savant of hearts couldn’t understand our passion I need her she needs me ….Everlasting

Trapped in a trap that don’t exist Insist they hustle hard I’m puling cards they act remiss Toward their impact on the culture I guess ignorance is bliss Saw some happy hooligans that thoughtlessly didn’t give a shit The Fallacies that they emit I must admit have allure But when you live life by a script it’s predetermined what’s In store Bang bang shoot em up Take two reshoot ‘N cut Emulating entertainers plenty bangers just to stunt Cinematic chumps that front As if they captain coke cartels rapping now their heads swell But their rhymes are blah as hell And honestly aint got no business touching this mic All they got is their words balls aint big enough to fist fight Them tykes fantasize living fictional men’s lives Every night hit the club ten deep to flip white Lacking insight gripping steel until it ends like

Kronos --------------- When mistakes from my past catch up to me Or my sons mom decides she wants custody If my current queen says she’s lost trust in me Or I drop a single and the fans hear just a beat If my job calls to tell me that I’m laid off Will my psyche break while I wander like a stray lost Pour my heart into art with no pay off They can’t comprehend what I say so they scoff If my current friends decide it’s time to turn on me Or my health dictates I have to quit burning trees When it’s time to try to put my boy through college Will my life savings afford him that paper knowledge When the age 30 hits and I feel unaccomplished Thirsty on some parched shit from dissipated dart spit Will I find peace in myself as an artist Or conform my style into something they can market Writing for the masses while silencing my soul Relinquishing control for a less creative role If in pursuit of my goals I forget how to smile Can I find the inner strength to overcome any trial When I can’t see my problems cause I’m trapped in denial If our love doesn’t feel the same as it used to And my intuition says today that I might lose you She asked me a question that’s crucial What are you gonna do?

(Hook) You say the streets won’t let you chill But you best relax Son keep it real if you want your freedoms kept intact Why you cursing your time? You could be blessing tracks Expressing facts to uplift your people through finesse and tact (x2) Verse #1 Couldn’t hack it with a ratchet no racket went clank Took a hatchet gas can and book of matches to the bank Tying to blaze the root of evil with the liquid from his tank From the whip that he acquired car jacking via shank Trying to prove to his niggas he’s more gangsta than they think Then there’s more stripes to earn to solidify his rank It’s a never ending cycle vicious circle Your partners that the closest are most liable to hurt you Work ethic is a virtue, patience procrastination Don’t let those brothers irk you and focus on elevation That’s what I told myself while venting and debating Now it’s a jewel I drop for all of y’all that’s caged in Biding time waiting for a chance to make it happen Once you attain freedom flip your steez or you’ll go back in Money isn’t oxygen watch how you spend your breath Put a premium on life and deductible on death (Hook) Verse 2 You say the streets won’t let you chill? How they don’t control you This ain’t a gangsta movie stand on your own two Pen your own plot never let them mold you Never to late to change the present to the old you Life behind bars sounds like a living hell to me Skipped court to get back and not a felony That path you take is tainted by jealousy And those friends with whom you did dirt will surely tell on thee An extra sixty days trumps four years of paper Especially when freedom equals beers and more capers Can’t find a job can’t find a place to live Beat the mother of your kid and now shes got no love to give A sticky situation in need of a helping hand What you need to do is look inside and formulate a plan Instead of sitting back plotting on another scam Until you calling cats collect for bail in another Jam

And I’d be lying if I said I wish it had turned out different But not every instance in life can be predicted Prepared for Shit my homies got convicted Freedoms restricted I sat up in the house feeling lucky I missed it Used to run with misfits Used to pull A-Kick-Do’s nothing proud about it Robin Hoods punching tongues for zips of that chronic Bumpy face and tonic loot a seven dollar holler troop Marching through the east side and smoking swishers as group Busing down out of town chickens in the homies coop Playing 2K5 on the PS2 with thee best crew Now a days feel the distance …nah we just grew Not necessarily apart The Truth is apparent in the frequency we talk And I’m still a parent just trying to play my part My son is turning ten I’ve lived a decade with two hearts They’re living for themselves So somehow I understand Your lack of empathy for your brother fellow man My mom bust her ass so these niggas think I’m rich Been living middle class use the house as hint They must think I’m spoiled cuz I didn’t pay rent My bedroom my efficiency so here’s my two cents Prone to epiphanies I’ve done due diligence To hone my abilities it only made sense To get up off the fence draw a line in the sand Claiming you my man then show me where you stand Since I stood by you all when shit hit the fan Yet in my times of need I’m all alone God Damn It wasn’t in gods plan don’t dwell on the past Hit the future fully focused And concoct songs to last With or without a cast still the show must go on If life’s a matinee then my director thrones strong Still holding on to the conquests of our youth And mistakes that we’ve made still linger life’s the proof Nothings absolute when friendships are fickle Decode each other’s riddles to be strong individuals Holding candle light vigils over blunts for my brothers Never foresaw the day we’d be at odds with each other Holding candle light vigils over blunts for my brothers Never foresaw the day we’d be at odds

All Lyrics by K.Kronos(T.Smith)

Freedom of speech is not freedom from consequence I’m not convinced these martyrs are unconscious of their toxic spits They tamper with the temperaments of teens and raise obnoxious kids The education system falling off just like boxing did The streets are MMA no KO you lose get locked a bid Biding time by writing rhymes work out to get your muscles big Lighting lime and snorting lime the way these actors like to live Red carpets that’s stained with blood and golden stars my Midas tip Your highness sips on PBR and only puffs the finest loud That keeps my mental elevated altitude equal to clouds An animated ego all my friends and family proud Attitude that’s regal my poker face acts like a shroud A cryptic and subliminal cynic individual Too smart for his own good badly in need of reciprocal Minds that synchronized with mine to make these dreams turn physical Tangible the way we slaughter tracks is almost criminal (Hook) Forever I’m Focused Always Forever I’m Focused Always Forever I’m Focused Always Forever I’m Focused Always Forever I’m Focused Always Forever I’m Focused Always Forever I’m Focused Always Forever Can I kick it …kick it like a game of FIFA twelve Forever I’m focused always you notice the refer smell So clever with all these flows shit a shaman that’s speaking spells Expose a diesel brothers heart reveal where the weakling dwells False frame fraudulent counterfeit and all that ish Ain’t this a bitch my ego and ID can’t coexist But so I tip the scales of balance Right and wrong but mostly malice Writing songs exposing talents Prolonged breakthrough via habits Dang nabbit I’m brier rabbit in the briar patch Pull like a magnet attracting tar baby and stagnant Hip hop fans with flows that’s classic Class of my own I’m a local maverick Governed by the laws of time plus fabric Knitted together by witches through magic It’s tantric my lasting powers in this rap shit (Hook)

Lyrics by K.Kronos (T.Smith) & Blacklight (R.Fuller( Produced by Royal Audio Tunes Mixed by Rickaby

Thee amount of hate that’s smoldering Equates to pain I’m holding in Tomorrow will be brighter who the fuck gave you that notion friend All the walls are closing in the temperature is rising Angst accelerating grey clouds on thee horizon The emotions that I’m hiding overwhelm the ones I do show Situations of duress is often when I do Kro A boy who cried wolf but to them it’s nothing new though SOS in every sixteen since I was twenty two WHOA And though I try to make moves my progression is slow And everyday the stress aint lessened my depression just grows Usurping all my chi fucking treacherous hoes Codependence got me stuck up in this lecherous role Good for nothing all I’m good for is fetching her bowls If I say no discontent is the expression she shows I sit alone in the mirror and I question the whole Relationship if that’s the title plus its lessons so cold If heat is from the heart whys it got me so froze (Hook) These the days, these the days, these the days of my life And every bar is a release when you scribing this tight These the days, these the days, these the days of my life And every bar is a release ..uh yeah Last night I dreamt my future Yesterday I beat my past Tomorrows and un-promised present should it come to pass My life’s been moving fast And the pace is breakneck days short on laughs rotted teeth make me taste death Still mired in madness can’t escape yet Haven’t given it my all continuing to waste breath Back tracking in attempts to retrace steps On the road to riches looking to erase debt And yet my expenditures grow All this self-loathing and doubt you’d swear I’d injured my soul When the love in unconditional under condition its reciprocal Going against the grain and still producing prototypical Attempts at resolutions the results still leave me miserable The Outlook its pitiful the progress is minimal The process repeats and my progress depletes And I feel like I’ve been on a treadmill all week The process repeats and my progress depletes And I feel like I’ve been on a treadmill alllllllllllll week (Hook) These the days, these the days, these the days of my life And every bar is a release when you scribing this tight These the days, these the days, these the days of my life And every bar is a release when you scribing this tight These the days, these the days, these the days of my life And every bar is a release when you scribing this tight These the nights these the nights of my death And every bar is a release until my very last breath These the nights these the days these the nights these the days These the ways I display my thoughts These the nights these the days these the nights these the days These the ways I display myyyyyyyy thoughts Display my thoughts y’all

(Hook) I see can smug glares from the next man A Kast out outcast like an X-Man Maybe If I’d done better on that test damn Too late for that one month before those checks scram I get bills to pay plus a mouth to feed Not talking mine though I’m cool with a bit of weed My queens reminding me that that’s a nonexistent need Self-medication or un-relinquished greed Verse #1 In the fast lane slowly getting up to speed Learning on the fly with Icarus wings the wax bleeds My descent was evident but not eternal Ascension to a different conscious plane through my journal The government statistics claim we going through recession I beg to differ this the second great depression Destroy and rebuild just to teach us all a lesson As the ploy was unveiled didn’t ask enough questions Now were pieces on the board politician’s take their turn with Clean or dirty piss no jobs so we burn sticks Stick with what we know cause the unknown induces fear Education moving slow somehow our leaders in the clear Smear campaigns to mask the problems tell us what we want to hear We sit back and let them yet expect good fortune to appear Appearances deceive please believe were not that many years Removed from civil rights movements I feel a change is near (Hook) [Kali Verse] (Hook) Verse #3 Finally found my creed took me years to express All my life to formulate I’m finally ready to address The world as I know it through the words of a poet Bleeds the knowledge of an agent of change that was molded By knowledge from my father and wisdom from my mother Drive of my younger sister and interactions with my brothers Melded with life’s test’s that I passed with flying colors yet still learning on the fly Closed my eyes never satisfied to hover Spread my wings left the nest plus the box that traps the others And I swear I’ll probably rap ‘til thee economy recovers I’m the voice of reason falling upon deaf ears Cool as the third season global warming never lets near Lets hear a round of applause we got next dear Procrastination put aside there is no next year Generation X fears Y and generation Z would rather text than vocalize Imitators thrive yet originals survive No carbon copies this way human music from inside Blue magic in a storm is how it rains in my mind Blue magic in a storm is how it rains in my mind

Sometimes I ask myself could I rap about the paper if I really wanted…wanted/ That’s a good question, so why do I hate on those that are on it? They aint on shit/ Lyrically makes me nauseous gets to me physically than I vomit/ Keep your blunt Id rather take a bong rip/ I know you smoke a lot but tell me wheres your song kid?/ You always whining ‘bout your life and got a long list/ The listeners wanna dance they got ass to shake/ The back packers want punchlines and rugged breaks/ My street people want tales of the hustle/ but you can’t expect anyone else to lift a muscle / Shouldering your dreams while they sleep on you/ As you get older it seems you’ve reached your peak un-true/ Stick to the script that you wrote for yourself and move/ In whatever fashion it takes just to show and prove/ Do as you behoove…/ With some original thought, it’s a criminal plot/ The way they got us all caught in vicious circle cycle rotating non-stop/ Just going through the motions until stress makes us drop/ Or we lie to ourselves in pursuit of a dream/ Sleeping with open eyes feeling trapped in a scene/ Of a network soap opera local channel fifteen/ Just the days of our lives if you know what I mean/ Read between every line and see my soul is submerged/ On the verge of a breakthrough thank you for words/ I emerged through expression with a message for the herds/ At a session in a booth where most my blessings have occurred/ Ocular perceptions lessened my inner nerd/ But I try to stay honest with myself at every turn/ So when the glamour morphs to gutter not surprised or feeling spurned/ Spurred on by success and all the lessons I have learned/ Learned its easier to stop and grow comfortable complacent/ Ambition vacant motivation insufficient question if youll make it/ Make shift confidence may shift over time and kick a bolder rhyme/ Your bound to relate to/ King KRO with some sounds from the crate dude/ Inundate you with dope bars funky horns and a break too/ Fate is hard to escape..who WHO?/ Would’ve thought I’d be here stable minded living dreams and sharing mics with my piers/ 2011s the year but 2012 looks brighter / Like the Pasture in my minds eye and butane lighters/ League of extraordinary writers im the founding alumni/ Illuminating mics across the Midwest they tongue tied/ Often I’m dumb high but never dumb/ Knowledge lines my inner lungs/ Keep it honest with self my only rule of thumb…That and never hold my tongue/…. That’s all

Kronos Verse #1 ----------------------- Vehemently violent when it comes to my vocals/ Lyrics liable to slice if I don’t like you in my circle/ Call of duty knife you lights out heart is purple/ It’s evident every dart I spit is packed with virtue/ Legions of locals my children illegitimate / Got problems with my vocab I got problems with illiterates/ Been rhyming for years yet merely grown in increments/ I got excrement that’s fresher than you miscreants/ Scribed testaments you exercised in insolence/ Now I’m chastised though extension of your ignorance/ Supreme penmanship a magnet for the envious/ Reverse polarity and be the king up on you premises/ I’m the Resurrection and your boy Kals the Genesis/ God created Kronos with potential that limitless/ Don’t succumb to these playalistic type images/ Every time I spit hear gasp groans and grimaces/ Blast poems from timid kids pass crones I’m in this bitch With endless spits its effortless I injure kids dig/ A deeper grave for walking corpses with a mic Jones/ If you can’t pay the fair on the road of life than hike home/

I spent the last five years of life chasing my past/ Overlooking my future as the present would pass/ Blame off on another, if never was my problem/ 50 Million Questions in my head with no drive to solve them/ The Planet is revolving while the unemployed revolting/ My peers are evolving to the point I hardly know them/ This towel that I’m holding prepared to be thrown in/ This hand I was dealt aint worth shit so I’m folding/ Searching for the lights from the days when I was glowing/ Way way back before tays mom was showing/ Warriors from shaolin all in flowing/ From 99 til infinity me and my old friends/ Oblivious to time tell me how could I have known then/ Cats I called brothers morphed to enemies as grown men/ Grass never been as green as days I used to know then/ HOOK Found a brighter pasture on the dark side of my mind/ And in my darkest times I found a light so bright it’s known to blind/ If you look deep inside you’ll find the strength to break that bind/ Write a rhyme expunge your stress and try to maximize your time/ Found a brighter pasture on the dark side of my mind/ And in my darkest times I found a light so bright it’s known to blind/ If you look deep inside you’ll find the strength to break that bind/ Write a rhyme expunge your stress and try to maximize your time/ Verse #2 —————————- Forlorn and forgotten mind torn heart rotten/ Down trodden feeder bottom/ Broken spirit smoking emotionally open gotten/ Too severe to fix the rift/ Sit back and sift through shit and other grit/ A moments peace the greatest gift/ In due time times due to give me a break/ For Christ’s sakes cut me some slack/ How much more can I take/ Honestly ask myself how much more I can fake/ Stability and happiness then reach the point where I break/ You can see the rage engulf me turning red in my face/ Logic dissipates then I act an ass in the place/ Massacred mates bloody knuckles and a hole in the wall/ Mastered his fate then he chuckles cause his souls standing tall/ Hieroglyphics on my forearms hidden under long sleeves/ Prone to bleed cause I know it’s what the song needs/ Fatigued walking down the path it takes to succeed/ Goodwill and Kronos SUCKASS follow our lead//

HOOK Check your ticket at the door for a journey into random thought This good mantis will of man ep in which you just copped Is like a roadmap to my soul and expressions from my sprit 11 years in the making so glad you got to hear it Verse 1 Reservation for one but leave room for two I’m handling business officially you just doing you You know I’m used to the bullshit you go through And I can see it in your face no need to tell your growing blue Happiness is over due a serotonin drought here In sync with your aura empathetic to your doubt fears Ready to escape so that’s why you keeps a stout near With ever sip you takes your will breaks it aint about beer Aint bud about bros aint about bankrolls clothes or hoes All about will personal progression Manifest your love on wax alleviate the stress and March on understand that your minds a weapon Only restricted by the choice of flow that your equipping Sanity is slipping motivation dissipates Confidence is waning in attempts to try and clean my slate [HOOK] Verse 2 I caught a glimpse of fate Under an overcast the way my futures looking lately hopefully its over fast And I aint got no cash hooked on hash and fond of flasks Plus I was told the loneliest get the last laugh I flash back to 0-2 dro all through my nap sack I blow two bombastic and go to my class lit Scribe classics and day dream of microphone masters Its proph kal and I skipping class and getting high Caught by some teachers use each other for an alibi And I aint gotta try to minimize the hurt inside all the lumps I’m taking mentally I’m trying to keep in stride I bought the cheapest guide to life up in my price range And finding that it’s quite strange I can’t afford a rice grain They telling me to slide veins but that won’t be the answer So day by day I slowly kill myself through smoking cancer [HOOK] Verse 3 I knew and took my chances the path to the heart is perilous Full of pitfalls shit y’all how the hell am I bearing this I’m acting careless miss my fist slipped into that wall How can you perfect your rise if you don’t expect to fall I can’t protect them all so I let myself go Seems cold but my heart is hot enough to melt gold Seems cold but my heart is hot enough to..

Verse #1 I’m searching for Tamir but only seem to find the Kro/ In all honesty he’s the only self I want to know/ To him I owe all my confidence accomplishments/ Overcame my awkwardness without him I’d feel lost as shit// Cockiness? Yet I’m not sure what you heard/ Not the first person hating cause he speaks in the third/ Quite absurd the wait in which he holds his words/ Met him back in nine-nine when that mental growth occurred/ Some say disturbed, the enlightened saw his talent/ In an atmosphere so fake he was trying to find his balance/ Like the scales of libra, met a libra wish he hadn’t/ Had a chance to change the future with his flow before he vanished// Vanquished misconceptions on the methods most had mastered/ Must-he muster up the gall to conform to these standards?/ Ignoring this bastards and marching to his own drummer/ 20-11 he swore that he would own summer// [Hook] Welcome to the search like we’re playing where’s waldo/ But no red stripes red dreds the mans called-kro/ Also I seem to have lost Tamir/ Because everytime my lips move Kronos is who I hear// Welcome to the search like we’re playing where’s waldo/ But no red stripes red dreds the mans called-kro/ Also I seem to have lost Tamir/ Because everytime my lips move Kronos is who I hear// Verse #2 I’m searching for the Kro but only seem to find Tamir/ In all honesty he consistently disappears/ Could it be the dissing peers?/ The quest for love and the missing years?/ The stressful nights and the blissful tears. Fears by the fistful and the distant jeers/ In an instant clear thoughts radiate/ Born for this since I was four back in eighty-eighty/ I’ve had a lengthy wait but it was self-incurred/ My current station in life? Was well deserved/ I’ve got hell to serve on a hot plate/ All my progress due to work ethic this was not fate/ Hit the lost and found late walked away empty handed My self-worth ransacked by vandals and bandits/ My bands been vandalizing there chances I’ve had it/ Wax romantic grow old with the niggas you ran with/ Can it and understand you set your own standards/ [Hook] Welcome to the search like we’re playing where’s waldo/ But no red stripes red dreds the mans called-kro/ Also I seem to have lost Tamir/ Because everytime my lips move Kronos is who I hear// Welcome to the search like we’re playing where’s waldo/ But no red stripes red dreds the mans called-kro/ Also I seem to have lost Tamir/ Because everytime my lips move Kronos is who I hear// Verse #3 I’m searching for either ego neithers egos in attendance/ Just the empty shell of a man who won’t relinquish/ Bitter memories of ADHD and pinkslips/ Marquette left it’s imprint and in turn the way I think-split/ Battles with myself, trying to alter my personas/ Combine them into one to alleviate the trauma/ Proceeded with pride and honor kept my head up and shoulders back/ Self-taught bet I read up just to know the facts/ Well these cats spit poppycock and boulder dash/ Teenage parent syndrome who’d believe I’d grow up fast/ Knew facades wouldn’t last found myself and stopped searching/ Penned a thousand flows now I’m no longer hurting/ No longer working twice as hard to please the next man/ Looking for success and the chance to express plans/ Awoken refreshed and rejuvenated with a vision/ Tamir and Kronos breaking bread accomplished mission// [HOOK]

Say kro what you mean by tangible metaphysics? I make the unseen something you can handle dig it I live with my mind out in space rock the rings of Saturn Saliva solidifies to shapes like green lantern Often strengthen by rhyme schemes and patterns Lost in the stream of consciousness leaking anthems The next album esoteric rhetoric Chipping at my chiseled soul to give you jewels I’ve never spit Irrelevant reasons to get in the game I the voice of the people bear the burden of change One choice that’s regal others tainting my name Pseudo monarchs only rock mics for a chain Hashtags an acclaim so they brag to maintain Drop the facade and mentally strive to gain Through the minutia of flows you can beef up your brain Or at least that’s what I heard some say Cause there’s a lot going on In the world today so she needs me To save the earth cuz all this bang bang shoot em up makes it worse So what am I gonna do when the streets won’t let me chill says my Synchronized Crew As the globe turns forever im focused always The lights go dim in the hall ways These days another outkast kast out The crate king bring faith when you pass doubt Questing for a bright pasture before I pass out From the Search

Verse 1 You say your motto is protect and serve It’s a shame they elect to disrespect and swerve The scales of justice to make the common man a perp Excerpts from incident reports reveal their dirt A racist classist fascist faction that takes swift action Against blacks and Latin’s No time for asking questions they blasting Sanctioned government assassins Draped in blue or black with a badge pinned To their chest the biggest gang in all of Madison Insecurities hidden behind they shields I feel no security though that’s their duty in the field Demand I yield or my conducts disorderly Then they order me in handcuffs I go accordingly According to reports trespassing and loitering I was passing through for a few you gave the boys a ring ? Verse 3 Ok I hear you and I guess I understand your views You made some valid points but tell me who appointed you? Judge guilty til proven innocent inn a sense Were all prison tenants that’s their tempermant I saw my friends enslaved and stripped of rights Change to channel 9 at night and see you saving lives This aint the life for a family man You put yours on the line and most of us don’t give a damn The greater good is what you claim to pledge allegiance to This leads me to your lack of trust in me think I’m deceiving you I’d probably file a grievance to forgot the number to your badge Gadgets restrict how I move you always treat me rash Pat me down look for cash though I work you always ask Is this from a drug stash? The basic reasons why we clash Miscommunication separate factions with his signals crossed All tensions byproducts of generations lost

Kronos (Verse #3) ----------------- We got teenage jack boys robbing senior citizens/ The City could care less unless them little suckas hitting them/ Four year olds, prescribed addarall and ritilan / Cause his parents are embarrassed they don’t feel he’s fitting in/ Shut your mouth sit and grin/ Do the same shit as him/ Anything it takes to blend/ Conformists rue the day I win/ Then again maybe not I might not ever get a shot/ Refuse to spit impostor pop just to try to top a chart/ Feeling like a vigilante want to clean the streets up/ Taking walks after dark hunting for villians to beat up/ Get home kick my feet up and reflect on the world/ Say a prayer for my son and give a kiss to my girl/ Wake up early in the morning take a deep breath of life/ Exhaling yesterdays regrets expunging my stryfe/ Balancing the pros and cons the wrong and the right/ Illuminate with insight to bring my thoughts to the light/