When your blade's sharp as mine and people want you to rhyme
And want you to spill, for me, it's not nothin' for real
Me and my man runnin' Japan, yo, he tough on the wheel
He'll blow ya mind like bustin' the steel
I give the crowd somethin' to feel
This sound got the power to heal
It's like The Green Mile, now I need an hour to chill
A quarter a kill, the bird while patrollin' the field
I'm puttin' rappers out cold
I done rocked from Tokyo to the North Pole
Whenever my man program the pass code, y'all receive the fix
Aiyo Krush, come with the guillotine for this mix, yo