Lil Crazed and the K.i.D. team returns with a new cypher. K.i.D Cypher Round 10 features Lil Crazed, Trixx, DJ Sin, Skip, and Block along with special guests Mike Kalombo and Nikko Dator. Nikko bringing some tight lyrics on the cypher with people comparing him to Tyga from Young Money.

You can download the track for FREE here. Props to Lil Crazed for bringing underground talent to the forefront.

K.i.D Cypher Round 10

Lyrics to K.i.D Cypher Round 10

(Mike Kalombo)
I love the black and whites, piano keys
who produced this beat, its a klassic piece
You can call me Mr Mac, Virus Free
Definition Haters dont bother me
I cant see the finish line, ooo i passed it
Dont mean to brag, he’s such a bastard
Everything i do man i just do it cause i feel like it
You want some beef have it, you want some cheese get it.
Im that workaholic yea straight from the A Town
Africa it is Shaka Zulu in this (beep) now
Democratic Republic of Congo thats my hometown
Wish a nikka would, got them spears in the basement
Klassmates wassup, Lifers wassup
G14, thats the site
K.I.D wassup, Meredith Wassup
Kamotion Ent, Lamar T wassup

(Trixx)
a problem in my city but i dont give a fucc
yu chase the doe while im huntin for them bigger buccs
better lucc see me i gotta look up
yu tryna stack paper my library been booked up
now im ready for you to bring that drama
makin careers pause like a dot over a coma(;)
bad ass k i d battle me i am MUFASA
ill leave you burnt, tired n worn like yokohama (tires)
im the leader of this one man army
x these haters if they try to under arm (underarmor) me
wanna bees me but i never let them swarm me
my roots go deep that no one could ever farm me
word play im known to bring trouble
my punchlines come equipped with brass knuckles
i dont gotta sell drugs for me to hustle
my team jumpman fly and you just lacc the calf muscle

(Crazed)
back to the booth, i’m back on, punking on dudes, like ashton
infinite MINUTES with them BARS while ya’ll just spar with tracfones
don’t you see my mp3’s stay similar to your MTV’s,
cuz come on, when it’s on, it’s always on with sweet 16’s
fountain of youth, why you doubting the truth,
even Dracula wouldn’t COUNT on you,
just check my booth, my sound is proof, (soundproof)
that soon i’ll be that dude you pay homage to,
so haters let it go, you’ll never be identical,
no type of BASIC (base) flow but yet I’m still greeted as GENERAL
bad to bone, with an axe and a throne, every track that I’m on,
gets axed and its gone, half you at home, won’t actually condone,
but i don’t give a SHIT, i’m an ASS to the (W)HOLE,
so i pass all you foes, when i pack all my clothes,
fly half of the globe, while your ass is at your home,
and your girl most love GRAFFITI cuz you see she seem to be TAGGING along,
middle finger to the haters cuz my viewers thumbs up,
cuz to them, it’s apparent (a parent) that i shine like a sun (son) does,
it’s K.i.D buddy but i don’t need a babysitter,
cuz if i had one, man i’d probably make a baby with her

(DJ Sin)
Yall wanna know why They hate Crazed? maybe cuz they aint great.
We play the field like “Say Hey” Mays. KID’s givin out the tests they cant make grade
TheyÕre not real: Loch Ness monster, SinÕs off his rocker I only trust music I must prove that I Nike shit I “just do it”
cuz I know IÕm better than more than two Wacka Flockas
going hard in the p-p-paint like: boomshakalocka
back when the American Pie guy would tube sock his cock up
I was twelve years old sky high off two shots of vodka
I had never read a book but I had studied the law
and had neva left the states but I had studied abroad
now itÕs hello Corporate world IÕm an entrepreneur, baby
I Never gave a shit now IÕm the maneur crazy
How I can hang with anyone this small town city slicker
came From a place where we can all down shitty liquor
but IÕm getting’ depressed tryin to get in the press IÕm dreaming
realityÕs coming (cumming) thatÕs how lifeÕs seeming (semen)

(Skip)
Look this is k.i.d but you already know wussup
where the crowd put they hands up, looking like a mothafuccin ryu uppercut
if its about location, then let you put you in your place
oh and haters really do know shit, hence the phrase shit for brains
never been phonie, if you really know me
your fantasy is just one of our stories
good cop, bad cop, fuck there pride and glory
even tho i thought it was a pretty good movie
yeah, catch a lean when i walk
ya squares needa start thinking outside the box
life is a shock, surprise all around
so ya gotta live it up, before it dies down
so son, prepare to be outshined or
forget everything, like alzheimers
so in time, taking a second of these rhymes
if you really wanna hear the better minutes in your life
yeah, about to take flight, to a world where there haters
gets good byes, to a world where the lovers want good nights
wait, thats just K.I.D. Live !
bow chicka wow woahhh
yaa alreadyy knoww
but if you don’t thoo don’t thoo its
skippy skizzo kid dizzo or get mario jumped hoe

(Block)
one thing i can guarantee is if you dumb fucks ain’t scared of me
i know cherokees that’ll tear ya knees like washington did cherry trees
and bury thee now were fairy free and straight to the top they’ll carry me
so its fair to see that i’m king of the hill son (hilson) keri free
i’m fine no remorse break ya spine with a force now you’re crying of course lying on floors
and i’m thriving and more so climbing on board to a time where corona and lime was endorsed
crimes are enforced cuz my mind is a Porsche so fuck if you say blocks a rookie
i do like how bond got the nookie four bitches eights legs call it octopussy
my mindstate rose the crime rate cuz its so mothafuckin irate
now i’m hate-d by two countries ninety eight cities and five states
why wait for lies take em throw em in a dry lake
they’re useless you can’t do this cuz bitch you ain’t frank lucas
Half man half beast yeah i killed Anubis
Its K.i.D. bitch come and catch me where the tomb is
the shits dead its a wrap call it mummification
breathe smoke and spit fire like the son of ya satan BITCH

(Nikko Dator)
Swag God got ya’ bitches acting intimate
Hand ’em all a shovel ’cause I swear this bitches diggin’ me
Fuck what you heard, boy you should put a dick in it
I’m sick of this, I ball like I pretty much invented it
Lo Vis capo, side head honcho
Bang like congos, damn what a combo
Catch me in the Lambo w/ Mikey Kalombo
& Lil Crazed said he got hoes in the condo
Watch me put it down now, you gon touch the ground OW
You gon hear me EVERYWHERE; boy my shit surround sound
Hurt ’em, murk ’em, fuck ’em if they virgins
& Watch me block ya’ shine like blinds do w/ the curtains
Can you hear me? I’m speaking through the megaphone
None of you are saying shit; All I hear is reggae tone
Wife snatcher, you’ll prolly see her after
While I have these other rappers sound annoying like baby moans