80's Made

It's the pied piper/ you know my rhymes nicer/ everything I drop is bomb like Al'quada/ search high and low you won't find non nicer/ I rock to my own shit like grandma diaper/ but im still fresh and smooth/ blessed with jewels/ shine on the masses don't, mess with dude/ cause if you do, I'll make a, mess of you/ you'll be broken and split up make an ex(X) of you/ I war with machines put your body on Xzibit/ strictly be beat like rap with less lyrics/ I'll jam up your master I run dese MCs( Run DMC)/ like Paul Bunyan's feet, mon-str-ous lengths/ so when I beef, I'll never reach defeat(the feet)/ a monster emcee that's me/ dope diggity, lyrically lick liggidity/ lyrically sick isn't he?/ bad mamajama no manners I grab hammers/ and piss on your fire I'm a horrible mad camper/ badder than a mofo sipping on four locos/riding a ford four door/ while listening to old Ro/ yeah, I got the power want the piece of my mojo?/ all my ja jams jams are def and so so/ (beat change)
Cause kayo da Konspiracy is hard as hell/ battle any rapper I don't care who you tell/ they all fail, I prevail/ leave their heads ringing, cause I'm banging, i rock their bells/ I've been patiently waiting with Hades just blazing/ ladies go crazy they say he's amazing/ love the way I rock out like Go-go bands/ cause I always turn them on like slow romance/ therefore their panties drop like a Romo pass/ listen to my DJ cut he, so so def/ Eamon, E-E-E-E-Eamon/ E-E-E-E-E/ I'm back badder than ever bigger and deffer/ about to make things hot like niggas in leather/ in the middle of the summer with chinchillas and sweaters/ they bitter I'm scorching like lemons and peppers/ just me and my DJ we rock so fresh/ at any house party the block don't rest/ and if your chain swinging better watch yo neck/ if they like yo flava, they'll clock yo chest/ public, enemy, number, 1/ they'll fear my reign when the thunder comes/ Kayo's the illest even doctors run/ so you respect me and my DJ Eamon!/ (beat change)
Cause once upon a time not long ago/ it was a crazy nutty mofo named K.A.Y.O./ he used to have so many beefs with a cancerous flow/ and bodied all of em' when he answered his foes/ so, all the weak whack rappers had feared him/ didn't wanna rap didn't wanna come near him/ didn't let him spit they scared that he would tear them/ and rip them to sheds and then behead them/ cause they knew they was majorly whack/ so they said "we need to make us pact/ kayo keep on making us look like trash/ so, they made up beef and K.A.Y.O cooked they ass/ hot damn, now he's on the run for murder/ went thru Ni Wu, D-Lame, & Ursu-la/ don't say his name it'll make it worse for ya/ respect the Gang or he'll be serving ya/ In the H.I.R.E van hit the turbo boost/ hop out 1 deep and he'll murk yo crew/ in less than 5 seconds then hop back in/ so you better be cautious when you're rapping/ mention H.I.R.E wrong then it's action/ so I'm sorry to say that's where your rap ends/ he's dope he's bad he's a microphone fiend/ only way you'll beat him is in yo dreams/
Cause when I was a tadpole, I had mad flows/ they wouldn't let me rap though on the back of the mat-ro(metro)/ yellow bus rocking I knew I had skills/ I was oxycotton, I gave them half pills/ couldn't take my bars no one, was as Ill/ so they feared when I spit I wear a mask still/ now I'm hannible lecture, let this cannibal at ya/ with bars being raise to impeccable standards/ word to my bandana, I paint this city orange/ that's why every queen is ready to give me porn/ give em' the pump up they ready to get it on/ get your crew house slaughtered, when they spitting wrong/ a microphone fiend, offspring of Rakim/ the only known king, no offerings to off him/ slick with the dick, can't measure to this ruler/ I'm rick in my pics, have respect for my jeweler/ kicks with ice gliss, like they fresh out the cooler/ so kiss the nice kicks, or hang around like bad rumors/ every bar is perfectly carved with efficiency/ cause I'm always dropping gems if you're listening/
Make the music with my mouth/ then that's when these automatic rhymes come out/ see I go by K.A.Y.O and I rock the beat/ on any corner, any hood, yo block I eat/ see this pen's my mack 10 just a Glock I squeeze/ so whenever it pump lead it will drop emcees/ I'm a lyrical hit man, imperial big plans/ venereal, mixed in, with cereal killings/ my mind too sharp, it's stabbing thru thick skin/ you'll leave with some marks, once the words pierce in/ end, ha, i'm the alpha and Omega/ so if we clash you'll crash with no data/ I crack shells when I see fools(sea foods) with no flava/ they can get their grapes crushed I'm in their bodega/ smooth operator, Giving Kane to all of these broads/ call me Big daddy I'm now taking calls/ cause i, I talk her out her panties within a couple of seconds/ as soon as I grip a mic it'll explode once I wreck it/ that's the one thing that they both got in common/they'll explode like Rockets, Houston we got a problem/ smooth operator that's me that's on yo diiiaaal/ 1-800 suck my dick and balls they in yo mooouuuth/ lyrical disector reaching for trifectors/ that's 2 women, one me, I know you getting jealous/ both in margiela's, neither one is half stepping/ they call me Big Daddy when a Mac is in their presence/ tell me can you buy that, mink, shoes, and the high hat/ everytime they crawl out I guarantee they fly back/ Kane's in my pimping, I'm waiting for you to play girl/ do you get the picture, must I bust it out the frame girl?/ no ones in my league it's only me that I see and H.I.R.E.N.T/ thats one sole(soul) entity/ so bow down to the greats or just crumble and break/ you're in a jungle with apes, so be humble with faith/ cause if you're not you're getting tumbled and ate/ we just run thru the fakes and put a gun to the snakes/ every time I step out you know I keep a dope look/ your style paper thin torn pages out my notebook/ better call my girl let her rearrange your whole look/ ya don't, then we taking your bitch, once your hoe look/ don't blame us we just smooth operators/ after we done we drop her like hot potato's/ I keep the game active even on my lazy days/ so they drop to they knees and give me amazing grace/ and they will catch it all no need to be saving face/ 8ball jacket on I'm forever 80s made/ I'm a blast from the past hopped out the Delorian/go against the kid and you'll fold up like acordians/ come to your show blindfold and shoot the audience/ and kill everyone of your fans if they applaud again/ hands up, I'm telling ya hands up/ little homie hit the quan I'm raiding your pock-uts/ give me everything you got I know that them knots thick/ or you'll get crucified and nailed for them profits/ chunk up the peace sign get your mercedez sprayed/ you'll get stopped up in your tracks, and you'll know I'm 80s made nigga/