target practice

A lot of cats askin' whether we ill 
i tell em nah, but we kill em do whathever we feel
whether we ill, is outta question like an answer
you cats is all fake i rather be battlin' cancer
like god have mercy on the blind and deaf
you must be dumb, if you think that we'll settle for less
cuz there ain't nobody hotter than the only one left
that can withstand an all out nuclear death
Come over here, lemme show you how to keep it raw
zed peace a reaper ya'll, beatin' yall
never felt defeat before
cuz my hometown's got my back
and i carry brunei on my backpack
travel the globe, they all wonder how i'm nice
make em, scratch they head, i wonder how they got lice
cuz the mics that we buy, i mean steal i mean get off ebay
all the work we've done yo you think its easy
my favourite swear word is f u c k
you gon' need x ray vision to see me
i can walk through walls and if you don't believe me
i'ma pass the mic to kro tell em how we play

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my arrival is always the loudest
im violent on the mic everytime i open my eyelids
his style is crazy purely retarded
anytime an emcee wanna step i cant be bothered
now who wanna test us im restless
battling fake rappers dressin up like wrestlers
who aint even on par with me
so question is why the hell would you target me
pardon me man u must have a death wish
coz just my cologne would leave you breathless
sketch this u'll need some visual aid
i make it rain like a ritual man
how rich are u man, lets raise the stakes
50 thousand on who ever wins the race
but i aint talkin bout racing automobiles
deal is who the people find more ill


Catch me on myface, catch me on spacebook
I don't have time busy listenin' to garth brooks
once upon a time i got hit with a sharp hook
a couple years they pay me to make sharp hooks
teh tarik crew made end it in malay
when i battle you can say i ended a malay
poetic ammo yea they brought that bounce
yogi b has a name that i couldn't pronounce
Malique dropped OK and we was like okay
While we fryin' up verses sell it like a tauke
Chikka chow, chibai, yippe yow yaupe
that don't make sense like half of yo pay
you broke muthafucker think' i'm gon' stay
underground, check the sound dog there ain't no way

kro
while too many of you throwin up gang signs
im copin new sneakers improving my hangtime
im dunkin over dudes who's short with they rhymes
crossin over fools who strayin off they lines
takin shots from distance, 3 point shootin
rob you in an instance, these boys lootin
hip hop wont save you youre not lupe
eat you on monday shit you out on tuesday
i aint even concerned bout no manners
i just spit out the flow that make u go bananas
i aint concerned bout ya mental state
i leave these dudes hyperventilateing
and when u lose realise the victor
was a cannibal like hannibal lector
fuck off the chain im off the richter
so tell them other boys im bout to get them

you can spit all you wanna or smoke marijuanna
i do both at the same time while dealin' with drama
i keep it all real, maintain my ugama
pray five times a day like my mama
what i call pure luck you be callin' karma
when you checkin' my tracks you viewin' a panorama
yo no other rapper makes you listen so closely
never comin' fresh like you missin' yo groceries
and you fear cuz you crew gets no cheese
diggin' me ipso facto is dissin' yo homies
but i don't blame you, i know i'm damn nice
i know i'm damn nice, yea i gotta say it twice
whoever said bandits is dope is damn right
kid cudi when i'm spit on a mic all day and night
you win some you lose some, all about the balance
now go ahead, find somebody that i can challenge

kro
his flow on point his rhymes on blast
they want an encore so these guys on last
at last brunei got another export
international go check his passport
the perfect filler for the rap void
if u think u iller where u at boy
they came from space on an astroid
and if u denie it then u asked for it
zed is a hitman kro is an assasin
khaos supply them anything rancid
weapons of massive destruction
using microphones as a way to destruct them
master of math they mastered deductions
its just another method of justice


Rhymes i got plenty see thats all i do
Won't be long now till i take control of ya crew
Steven gerard on the booth for real,
even ya squad wonders how i dominate the field
its all skill 
Nothin' compares, to the way that i drop shit
Apabila ku becakap everybody bangkit
Bilingual gift and the curse when i mingle
She lookin' real hot she's askin' for my single
She givin' me her number, askin' if i'm single
She says that i words that i say makes her tingle
you see what i did, all across these bars
we call em wisecracks provin' how boss we are
of course we are micbandits is the name
cuz when we blow up nothin's gonna be the same
you lames, you stay strugglin just to make a track
gettin' hooked on my lines call it audio crack
all of ya whack i take it back, some of you good
sell ya soul to the devil i bet some of you would
i'm up in the hood, i mean, i'm up in the kampong

up in the kampongs thats where i be
these kids love us eversince rnp
and i think its just a matter of time
til i sign my name on that dotted line