(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/