Wauk-town get down, cause I’m back again
It’s the Almighty Chiller, that’s a fact my friend
Back to wind, crowds, bout to pack em in
To opposing MCs, keep practicing
I’mma see ya on the streets, maybe Sheridan
And I’mma serve ya with a rhyme, so embarrassing
And there within perhaps yall can find a path
And I’ll review yall style when I need a laugh
Ya need to ask where to make a demo to send?
The Rage Cage, Talent Investment, or Studio M
Make songs… it’s time to the leave battling alone
Because chances too slim when I sit in throne
Heads flown, high risk like rent to own
Wanna beat this man, better find his clone
But make it known, there’s plenty who I do respect
Who keep the Lake County scene in full effect
Cool Or threat? Fine line; spool of thread
Most Illinest B-boys, true Hip Hop heads (True)
Richard Ray used to drop that Soda Pop
The VFW is where I first seen em rock
That grew to Chapter 2, Deejay Bird is Crew
Black Man Zeke, he a freak, but a poet too
Going thru the names on the scene I’m respecting
Like Lethal Weapon, now it’s time pause for a second
The gangs out creeping, and the streets is gritty
Like fights breaking out at Neon City
And a Youth Center party is the place to go
I saw His Majesti rock, I was there, first row
Captain 2 Fresh, cutting up the dopest tracks
And I bugged out when he played Dog’N the Wax
Just one year later at the Genesee
2 Fresh cutting up the Kaos LP
Shout to Fresh City & DJ Reese
7-4 Posse & MC Council, PEACE
That’s our OGs, MC’s known to please
Can’t forget K-Prince and Jammin JG
But those who leech, watch out, he’s off his leash
A wild beast, Wildstyle, fully out ya reach
We stand tall, D.B.I to Criminal Law
From the 80s to 90s, we was Simply Raw
And to the Hard Brotha and Brotha Cold
Keep Executing rappers with a style that’s bold
And I was told, Badd Mixx got wrist control
Cool Breeze mix with ease got so much soul
And, Blaze raise the heat, mixtape king
DJ Gee, give that man a champion ring
And, I don’t sing, hardcore like Fire & Ice
I don’t play nice, on my comp I’ll be firing twice
Got a whole lotta rhymes cause I just can’t stop
And I’mma bring my own mic every place we rock
Like, Fiesta Palace or the JM Club
And the PR Society, it’s all love
Hip House reigned supreme, but when they need a break
Wildstyle stepped in with that 808
Shake the place, try to get the crowd all hyped
And I’mma say these words, once I grab that mic
‘Any MC, who wish to try their luck, speak up
I’ll meet ya outside to crush…’
And I won’t rush, I’mma take it slow and smooth
Ride the groove, cause I ain’t got nothing to prove
I can’t lose, this ain’t no game to me
And too many MCs sound the same to me
Shamefully, and I don’t need to name no names
They know me, and know that I can’t be tamed
I walk for miles, with headphones mumbling styles
The Wildstyle Files, there for MCs to browse
But still I’m proud of all those with their own sound
Full Deck, talent show; tear the whole house down
MC Action, DJ Dread, D.O.P.E
Eze T, Lonnie C, and Vicious D
Mannie Jilla, true killer on the cipher scene
Uno Phelps on the beat is a MC’s dream
Hardrock’s my team, too many to name them all
But you can catch us all hanging at the Lakehurst mall
