TKO'n

[Amen-Ra]

Here we come, here we come, we're two kings

The cipher's complete, spiced up with a smooth beat

A guaranteed hit, sure to get us paid

The cut was concieved by Freeze from the hit brigade

[D.O.P.]

It's a mellow type of flow, the kind you snap your fingers to

While you're in your car playing Low Pro

You're not an MC, but even you start flowing

Amen-Ra come down, and do a little TKO'n

[Amen-Ra]

All right, let me explain TKO'n

It's like breaking your curfew, coming in after 3 and

You're tip-toeing, trying to be slick or very quiet

It's so smooth your mother and your father try it

Nodding and bobbing your head is the main reaction

Then you're tapping and snapping causing a chain reaction

And the person next to you does the same

You're acting like really big kids playing one big game

You begin to recite the rhymes

Then you hear a hard line and rewind for a foul time

The record is memorized, your conscious is stimulized

And you're glowing, we're TKO'n

[D.O.P.]

Yes, thy kingdom come

Two Kings in a Cipher keeping you hyper, children of the sun

And I bless, the listening ones

I'm filling your soul and making you whole

With truth when the rhyme's done

It sounds kind of wicked, am I correct?

And I didn't even say "1,2" or give a mic check

Cause I can just grab it and whip it

A true MC can you dig it? When the rhyme flows, you sip it

Like drinking champagne with a cutie named Tootie

TKO'n with a mossie, pimping hard like Rudy

Looking like "3 the Hard Way"

TK Tone, D.O.P., and on my right the Amen R-A

Crashing the scene like the A-Team, we're showing off

Grabbing the mic and we're going off, we're TKO'n

[Amen-Ra]

Here I am, back again, the serpent in the sky

TKO'n in the sudio making hits when I

Turn on the boards, set up the reel and run the beat through

Wait for a minute, rewind, then give the music EQ

The engineer asks, "Who's up, you or D?"

I say "Me" and put my vocals on tracks two and three

Then I proceed to rip the mic up like a chainsaw

Brothers falling victim when I'm taking the blame for

Those who slept, crept he stepped on my

Ego, D.O.P. come ghetto legal

[D.O.P.]

Damn, we're saying fly weak dope shit

I got a second mic cause the first one I broke it

But hype hype rhymes I hit harder than a brick

The DJ will scratch and cut and we will just kick

Yes the tempo is slow and my voice is low

So hip hip hooray and away we go

Behind the M-I-C I'm standing, rhymes I'm rambling

On, got MC's scrambling, word is bond

I take a trip and I fly by the power of the eye

And I know where I'm going, that's TKO'n