[i][/i]I'm the one who's liable to be deemed unreliable/
Put the old men's heads in a bag, cos son retire you/
Give the kids a chance, that's why we hire youth/
We hire you then fire two/
If he can't stay focused on the job, then he's fired too/
Just doing something for a greater cause, call it purpose & a higher use/
Holy smokes gets me high to heaven, but the trick question is, me than higher who?/
The infamous son, my fire blue/
Pardon me, but I'm spitting electricity outta my fire fuse/
Part of me is apart from me, I'm the spark in the dark & I will burn forever cos I'm fire proof/
A hot-headed, flame spitting, fire breathing, ancient alien tongue speaking, vampire reaping, Phoenix feathered, Dragon scaled, winged serpent biting rappers, eating their hearts out, chipping my fire tooth/

Just Kazna, on a track/
Euro, Slavic, Yugo, cold blooded flow, you know like a Russian Spetsnaz vet spaz give an enemy asthma attack/
rapping like I got a Plasma rifle strapped to my back/
The outlaw who's never outdoor/
that needs to get out more/
spits rhymes for days on an outpour/
punchlines are too unorthodox, I'm a Southpaw/
Demonic voice speaking, tongue is a weapon like bullets, blades, lasers, fire, when I spit rounds/
I Shoot up, shoot down, so STFU, listen & sit down/
shot up & shut up your shop, shutdown your sh!t town,/
cos they're full of circus antics & sh!t clowns/
Riding shotgun, with a shotgun on a stunt run, till I shot one/
Cloak engaged, enemy targets, I attack,/
Situational awareness, battle analysis, I adapt/
Spitting acid, burping gases reflux/
Bad case of indigestion, gastric needs detox/
I'm so self absorbed, my own flesh eats me alive/
Thinking of a masterpiece, when will the golden egg arrive?/
Disturbing the peace, I upset/
Tipping the balance of nature, I offset/
Non mutual agreement, I object/
See the difference in perspective, double vision, eye object/
Throwing words around, A rhyme dispersal/
I rhyme in a curse hidden between text like a cursor/
I rhyme in reverse then return to sender in a reversal/
when I rhyme in a verse I got a mean style, meanwhile you do battle line rehearsals/
I been there before time immemorial, when God herself was born, the precursor, I'm universal/

Just sketching a mage, breaking my pencil on a page, I pop lead/
Viewing a tutorial from Google Chrome to a doodle dome, I pop heads,/
doing the opposite of what my pop said/
jump into a discussion through a needle, I hop thread,/
sticks & stones can fast break these bones, they took the hip out now it's hype hop, rocking Chillstep on a ipod instead cos rap music dead/
killed by these rap pythons, you so-called rap gods are bygones/
I should be the new rap icon/
Since y'all claiming leadership skills/ but y'all won't jump off the boat to leave the ship still/
*scoffs* Jesus Christ or Jonah? Wait... just chill/
relax, go sit next to the ice box, I'd rather transmute, then transfer or transmit & transfuse in transit, to Netflix on phones, electrocution & hypothermia, cos I make you stare in awe, I'm shockingly ill/
given gifts but them I'd discard/
I'd rather pick & hone, my trick, my own, all others I disregard/

Yung herds-man comin with the moo-moo but I can make it go boom-boom str8 from the north side/
Up-north where it gets real hot turn your ice cream in2 a tan-cream for your back-side/
I'm from where the country meets the sand-dunes and I know a lot of fellas buried 8-feet for much less than creepin into the offside/
I see ya'll trying to shine with some borrowed so called "punchlines" I see em like whack lines/
But I feel ya'll and I appreciate the energy even tho I can see through your fault-lines/
I own ya'll niglets you can check all your bloodline and since its imitation game imma give you free shirts from ma clothesline/

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Yung herds-man comin with the moo-moo but I can make it go boom-boom str8 from the north side/
Up-north where it gets real hot turn your ice cream in2 a tan-cream for your back-side/
I'm from where the country meets the sand-dunes and I know a lot of fellas buried 8-feet for much less than creepin into the offside/
I see ya'll trying to shine with some borrowed so called "punchlines" I see em like whack lines/
But I feel ya'll and I appreciate the energy even tho I can see through your fault-lines/
I own ya'll niglets you can check all your bloodline and since its imitation game imma give you free shirts from ma clothesline/

Do you mind taking it to the "flow for rank" thread? This is more a personal space, so I could keep them in one place. Thanks.

Born from a boombox, Kaz is the realest cat/
I spit rhymes like bullets the size that kill a King Kong from my gorilla gat/
Just me & my Battlefield BS, call it my guerrilla rap/
My old Battlefield crew was called Guerilla Tag/
aka Guerilla TAGtiks /
aka GTAG, just jungle playground hunters acting like animals with predator killer tactics/
No games, no antics, we freestyle play, did clan battles for practice/
Word, just reminiscing the clan battles I was missing/
wishing I never left cos I wasn't picked for a mission/
I was trained by the greats, raised in a jungle by the Apes, can't Fûck with them dudes cos them niggas straight/
Y'all kitten niggas sweet like bitchiz, well I eat cakes/
My Battlefield mentality is Kill the men then get all their women & children free like sweepstakes/
Sniper rifle & Knife Only server for the Elite, Fûck a M16, no cry babies in here/
Come try & test, come die & rest, come with your Teflon-Kevlar 2 ply vest, you'll get rekt, you'll get X'd, get r4p3d, M1 tank shoot down your chopper from the sky, cos no fly ladies in here/
Rampage, going on killstreaks/
Objective is shoot everything moving cos we're trigger happy kill freaks, making kill sweeps & take the dogtag of a HVT cos that's how we kill beasts/
Jump in a server like I jump in a studio & kill beats, Slay rappers & wreck the DJ/
Then Fûck his biitch in the @$$ cos my crew already stretched her Veejay/

I'm not going back to the Devil's lair, not because the Devil's there, it's more like I avoided doing the Devil's dare, I try to escape not having to face the Devil's snare, watching my words, I command in verbs, mentioning a holy name, that the Devil hears, with Devil ears, runs & hides, disappears, flees from me, cos somehow I got the devil scared, didn't know exactly what the Devil feared. I go back in time, clocks rewind visiting my dark past & my Devil years, Circle of friends turn evil like they was my Devil peers so I stay soaked in the Red sea waters so shallow, coming out blood drenched, fist full of liquid, blood clenched & cloaked in the shadow of the hallows, in a Red Prada hoodie cos I ROCk A Devil's WEAR, rockin n rolling, rocking & holding, skipped the wine but sipped on the Devil's beer, so who's to say I'm not the Devil's heir? In the presence of a dozen dimes, damsels, pretty Angels but I still smell & sniff the stench of a Devil's air, that 666th sense I can tell that the Devil's here, I'm looking around like what? the Devil's where? I don't see nothing mah nigguh the Devil's rare. Going berserk I went God mode then switched it up to the Devil's gear.
I'm virtually a non-virtuous virtuoso, I disbelieve a being is gon save my non virtuous soul or pray like a Holy man, feasting on a Holy lamb, hope that I be led by the Holy hand, down a Dark path needing illumination from that Holy lamp into the Holy Land.

In my mind's dark recesses/
I'm busy making art, quick sketches/
Lines keep stretching part of the page barely keeps edges/
I still grip the pen/
Swirling with the will to win/
Dancing on a white surface, determined till she gets a ten/
Never mind, niggêrs hate/
I May be born on a figure 8/
My pen still figure skates on a page till my figure great/
Fantastic shape, great form/
Contours, lines stay on course to going on tours until the contortionist conforms & becomes norm/
Wearing a leg warmer, getting cold feet, given the cold shoulder/
An avalanche of snowballs coming at you cos I throw boulders/
It's so cold but my soul colder/
Aint done finishing a new sketch of a ballerina yet, tucked away in an old folder/

Kaz is like cancer/
Flow got the strength to Fûck biitchiz up with no performance enhancer/
New chick, stripper, pole dancer/
Home alone, calling my mobile phone but you know I don't answer/

Kaz is like cancer/
Necromancer/
Performing Undead summonings that shapeshift in the form of a panther/

Kaz is like cancer/
Illusionist/
my psychic abilities can manipulate your thought process, so now you losing it/

Kaz is like cancer/
Sorcerer/
I got the game in hand, held with a flaming hand, I'm the human torch torturer/

Kaz is like cancer/
Archmage/
Dark style, sketched in living colour on a dark art page/

Kaz is like cancer/
Magician/
with words from a magic book of verbs, this ain't Skyrim or Dragon Age Inquisition/

Kaz is like cancer/
Wizard/
Can change weather better than the rainmaker turning snow flakes into a blizzard/

I spit real in clarity, skills is unreal, It's plain clear to see/
I leave the tongues of Folks wagging, This beaten Beetle can't afford to Dodge a Challenger, It's fair to conclude dj5naira is scared of me/
Ain't talking cars,/
but I can whip dj5naira till his dented grill bleeds with scars/
Just shooting bars/
Mine shoot far, to blow up planets & takedown wannabe superstars/
No supercars, but he will burnout the very second he turnout/
I'm Just keeping it competitive, since you claiming you better then,/
Just prove you a veteran/
The Badt guy, all black looking fly, I'm no joker/
Only fools rush in, take am easy then, slow poker /
Purify the Fûckin oxygen I breathe, Dro smoker/
Blow kush,/
Do what I say so shush when I tell that Ho stuffing up her hole going deep in her rose bush/
I'll smash up his windshield/
Push his wig back, my hurricanes will make him spin all over nairaland like runaway windmills/

Everytime I rhyme I come through with the excellence/
I'm a Fûckin beast & If I'm Fûckin beats up you can say I got sexellence/
It's humorous, I got world's strongest rap muscles on my Humerus, I exercise with rhymes but for now I'm Just flexing it/
These niggas behind like they on rewind cos they can't stand next to this/
The Rap Lab Experiment, I'm just testing it/
Niggas claim they rhymes better, but I've been besting it/
The best of the best o' them, Kaz got the X factor/
Cos the moment you spit, I make you quit, exit the stage with X's on to the next chapter/
I refuse to accept cold feet or another excuse/
So choose & prove you can move, don't get it confused/
Dudes get bruised & lose when my rhymes are loose/
Had Niggas tripping like they sipping on some wine & juice/
& slipping when tried skipping cos I Iced their shoes/
Chiropractor acupuncture punchlines to snap your spine in two/
This ain't target practice when I point the nine at you/
No gangster, but I'm ready to cóck the nine & shoot/
My punchlines so alarming they could stop a grandfather clock at nine & two/
True rhyme criminal, paid the dividends, the time & dues/
So give a Fûckin damn, a dozen, a dime & deuce/
Hannibal Lecter, I'm the one Niggas afraid to get next ta/
My Kitana Katana & Sonya Blades split Rap Circles, better guard ya Sectors/
My Achilles can kill these rappers, Trojan a Troy for the head & heart of Hector/
This ain't a movie, Steven Segal shooting sequels, parts & extras/
I'm Frank Sinatra chanting rhymes tryna channel my art in chakra/
Leonidas vs Persians, I'm 300 Cubits apart from Sparta/
Perseus, Theseus, & Odysseus on a far departure/
I'm The lyrical stock exchange, I trade bars by barter/
Big, Pun, Pac, Dre, Em, NaS & Carter/

March 1, 4:40 ish AM dream

Enchanted by a pretty witch, or a pretty bítch or a sexy sorceress or sultry temptress taking me to her place in the mist to her room by the wrist

Taking me to her witches cove, blowing kisses full of magic dust & aromatic scents rubbing potions & ointments on my forehead till it drips down my itchy nose,

Leading me to her bed, lets me rest my head on her soft fluffy pillow
I'm staring out the window, paranoia setting in, getting paranormal, thinking about the voices from the wind in the willows,

Turn back, don't go, she's not what she seems, she's a widow, she's a widow, she's a widow... I get chills down my spine just listening to the echo, but now I'm afraid it's too late to let go, so let's go

I said let me taste your lips & poison,
She smiles with a dark look in her eyes & tilts her head back while she slides her fingers deep between her inner thighs

Steamy French kiss, soggy wet lips, warm sticky fingers, wipes it across my mouth, a quickie lingers, next is doggy sex hips...

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