(Crocker Verse) /Another round up: Kross, Crocker, & Kronkite/ Walt smoothed it on out, gon' get your cigars tight/ Goin' through the count, making sure that the bars right/ A quick in and out, sun-up to the starlight/ He should've got Feather, I'm bout as smooth as a Jack shot/ Chased with kerosene, that you follow with mouthwash/ But fuck it, since we're here, say "Aah!" like your mouth's hot/ and I'll spit it back to you, be the nastiest backwash/ /Pissin' on the track, like I got no tact left/ Stay fucking up lovely, prom night and some bad breath/ Bout to seal the deal, and got not a strap left/ Reassure, then premature, start feelin' a tad stressed/ Father's son, no question, my penis thinks for me/ Screaming "T.M.I." but you can't ignore me/ I write my real life, you chumps tell stories/ You can fool those white kids, but that shit be corny/ I could never see that the Semi is you/ Just a fulla shit teddy bear: Winnie The Pooh/ Play the dozens with my bars, plenty of Proof/ Crock-Bridges Lebowski, son I'm really the Dude/ So, Lovelorn Records, kid, my record's impeccable/ And they a long way away from resembling respectable/ Convex, concave, couldn't see us with spectacles/ Know I'm a lightning rod, but please get off the testicles/ (Krosswordze Verse) /On my road to redemption/ Pains paved a path to my problems/ Previous premonition/ And prediction pierced pieces of progress/ I'm plagued with problems/ Dark deeds soaked in solvents/ Sentences of solidified solace/ In the hopes of tomorrow/ The truth is hard-pressed like benching four-fifty/ Bring the war with me/ Fight until the hoards hit me or until these whores kill me/ Deep in depression/ I seek sleep, but bleed of aggression/ So I speak speech of grief and to impeach the president/ In life's lines my lifetime ain't a channel for women/ I'm having a time trying to handle my business/ Going from aggravation to adulation for motivation/ This flow is consolation of rhyme physics practical application/ It's back to basic with flows that are packed with patience/ Precision preformed, but never be rated with greatness/ /A swarm of words, relegated to the forms preferred/ Scientific since abilities from the moment observed/ Close caption, closed casket is the life I deserve/ But is the knife when composing the urge/ Me molding the verse/ Holding the worst, controlling the hurt/ So watch as I roll in the dirt. Until they roll up in a hearse/ Then I find myself...but then again, I can't find myself/ So I look for money in mind to define my wealth/ But no one sees me and no one believes that I be the best/ So take the light that I'm reading and I'll be the only one left/

(Krosswordze Verse) /Where I'm from, the lights aren't as bright as I'd like them/ / So the rhymes have more life when I write them/ Tell the truth to you/ Impale the truth thru you/ See this is "me shit", not "hard to see shit"/ Dig up the root to you/ From all the nights of hearing fight over the money for bills/ It's no wonder I'm not mentally ill/ So I essentially feel/ That the place is what makes you/ And it's what shapes you/ It's shit you're gonna be/ Not what you want to be/ That's mighty dumb of me to think/ Hope would come from me/ Any hood has problems/ But I gotta deal with them/ Spectate or participate/ Or you just live with them/ Come out a rose or decompose/ That's the hard part of it/ You've got be smart of it/ And this is home of the heart of it/ Regardless of the hardness of all the shit that I am scarred with/ And that's why I started it/ I could be a part of it/ Now I'm taking 'part the shit/ (Crocker Verse) /See that paint chip, faucet leaks drop/ Curled up, denim coat and some worn Reebok's/ The cold makes the bone chill, won't cease. Stop!/ Try to numb with dollar-beer, feel your right knee lock/ Ain't shaved in months, Shower, forget it!/ Last meal, a Debbie cake, can coke, and come chips and/ Didn't settle shit, hear your stomach a bitchin'/ Thinking of your family and the tear in the stitchin'/ Gave careless forgiveness for the prayer that you'd listen/ Unaware of tradition, and the ware that you're fixed in/ Feel that roach crawl, feelin' despair/ Hell you'd cry again, but who would hear you or care?/ Those stains on your pipe, went and painted your soul/ Disengaged, been afraid, down in a hole/ In control, out control, hopin' you fold/ Death'd be release, hell's suffering old/

(Krosswordze Verse) /She is my type, five-foot five,brown eyes, thick thighs, chick rides any time I beckon/ As far as fresh ,she comes right out the package/ Bringing rah,rah, and racket/ Is she dope? No need in you guessing/ Very opinionated, most of friends are flavor/ But she is the Sargent Major/ In the army of hot babes/ Got rear for years, I grin ear to ear/ Other brothers give Leers, but her place is right here/ Never is it an issue of neglect or misuse/ I'm her cocoa brother, she's my Swiss misses /In which this is the part that I'm not getting/ I'm saying, I'm not sweating ,she'd never leave/ Or at least I like to believe /But if there is another dude, I think I'll be cool /Naw I'll probably act a fool like Ludacris do/ Not that I'm jealous but if I find that fella/ I'll chop up his spine with helicopter propellers/ (Crocker Verse) /Kross spoke about a broad, so I'ma speak about you/ How you leave my pockets limp, never say "I love you too"/ Talk to me all the time, undivided my attention/ Speak about your problems, insecurities, & wishes/ How even though you're older, you're not like the other bitches/ Raised lower class 'till you came upon some riches/ Such a negative image when they speak of your description/ They scare of your confidence and defiant positions/ I revel in it baby, dig the vibe that you give/ And my people get live when you're around 'em and shit/ But you stay taking from me, might ruin my future/ Be 40, credit shot, in a rust out Supra/ My exes hate you, said you always had me/ Since '04, on and off, can't last, sadly/ Nights I'd see you out, you'd always grab me/ Back smiling and laughing & pick right up rapping/

(Crocker Verse) /I write 'cause stackin' chips means: more weight on my shoulder/ Another cross to bare, another valley to soldier/ Write for the peaks that seem so out of reach/ That they'll turn an ear here, and take the time for my piece/ That there's dawn after the dusk that I paint on a beat/ That rap's more than a trend of actin' a hood in the street/ That Caz'll get his due and the money that's owed him/ I write to keep it balanced, gravity into motion/ Write to show my brothers that you can be who you want/ And not have to fall prey to that small town rot/ Minimum wage job and a dub-wide trailer/ Everything Wal-Mart, not a bit of it tailored/ Write to escape the place that defines me so/ Where they prefer I take it down and to rhyme beats slow/ Write to show the contradictions, yeah, even my own/ I write to bring the light and hope it tides me close/ (Krosswordze Verse) /If ever were there a reason, a motivation for speaking/ /I know a nation that's grieving, cause it's people are bleeding/ /Forced into believing what the media feed it/ Agreeing that we're needing to see what they ain't feeding/ Hope isn't among us/ The darkness is breeding a fungus/ A pestilent plague that poisons peoples & pages/ My history promise, of living life in abundance/ Won't change the horrors that hunt us and then those that confront us/ They say that music is the thing that's keeping me young/ I say I'm "The revenge of a slave who was beating and hung"/ So I cringe from the hate and the grief of the dumb../ And I can't understand, the streets are so numb/ /To be bequeathed with a queen and a crown of knowledge/ And all the stuff I never learned in college/So my fears are abolished, and my peers become polished/So they shine, We shine, the labels' demolished/ And in time, I find, that mine's can reach the stars/ So you see us? Yeah, we tear it apart/ And I know it can reach us/ And I want to speak to all of us, each of us/ That's why Kris Parker is the greatest to teach it/ Crocker told Kronkite to get Kross to write it/ So Kross put it down and now Kross is excited/ So this cross that I carry be the cross that ignites us/ Carry us past the threshold and we united/

(Crocker Verse) /I dig your smile and your walk, there's something calming about/ Sets me out to ease, something charming about it/ I love how you love me, there's something honest about it/ Cynical as I am, I'm a kid when around it/ Luck's bottomed out, bout to buy some cartons now/ Chain-smoke til my throat bleeds my esophagus out/ Bob James on repeat, zoned to Nautilus now/ Mirror cracked, staring at who I'm targeting now/ Reach for the phone, when it's best that I shouldn't/ 'Cause how I really feel don't reciprocate what you put in/ You see what I could, not the box that I'm put in/ Open up your heart and I pretend that I look in/ But I'm down, so I call, with selfish intentions/ Conversation, you're elated, look happy to listen/ I know where this is leading, now, wish that I didn't/ You know, true quote, I hope you never forgive this/