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Produced by Walter Kronkite.

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(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/


(Walter Kronkite Verse)

It took two minutes for me to get up in it
They put me at the back cause of the way I finish
I creep in like a burglar, come in and steal your jewelry
Joke with Crock and Kross and leave Tom with the foolery
Ha ha… I swear I’m killing me
The worst part about is y’all ain’t really feeling me
The beginning of the E.P., no tearing please
Ears pressed to the concrete like y’all hearing the streets
Albino Rhino, I should be a comic book character
My power, make it rain on your parade in any weather
Never feathered, hell yeah, best bet we focused
It ain’t been this serious since the Jews and the locus
Power bar down, time to relax and sit back
Spit tracks that give goose bumps on fine bitches cracks
And that’s a fact, look it up if you don’t believe me
We kill everyone we encounter and make it look easy
Bringing the 80’s back like I was made from a fist pump
Teaching kids to rhyme like there’s no room for bitch punks
Orthodontist surgeon, stay aligning them jaws
Locked, stocked, two smoking barrels as we feed ‘em to the hogs
If you ain’t here to fight, then you ain’t down for the cause
So quit asking for shit bitch, I’m not Santa Claus
I’d like to welcome you, if you ain’t noticed by now
We’re here for 24 hours to show you how we put it down

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from The 24 Hours & Counting EP, released July 4, 2012
C. Diamond, D. Harris, T. Crocker, Jr.

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Crocker Spartanburg, South Carolina

Co-Founder of LVLRN RCRDS (Lovelorn Records).
Your Favorite Rappers Favorite Cracker
Spartanburg, SC Native.
Marxist Gnostic.

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