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How you gonna beat a whole click, that’s all fam?
Long Beach real deal, Klanaz Krew Kills,
Kalybrated Music, got Bad Habitz still!,
Jay, Poe, and Fade, for years we been ill,
From Belmont Shore to fools on the Hill,
Time take claim of Long Beach thang,
We that real Hip Hop, Plus the crew’s main aim,
To dot com bomb, bring your style soul,
Small crews got game, but your game ain’t pro!
On that little kid stage, I got kids your age,
Bought that hiphop book, but cha’ ain’t read a page!,
So we built a home, For those that’s full grown,
Time has shown, that fake fucks get blownt,
Runaway, Outcast, this your new zone,
A place for you to learn, A spot to call home,
A place to be yourself, Hip Hop’s new throne,
EAST23RD, we’ll leave the light on!....come on!

IF WE CHILL (NEVER RELEASED) 2000

I've mastered syllables that contain the O's,
Some call me Lionel, Some call me POE,
From the 9, O, 8, O, don't you know?
6 - 23, that's my Long Beach code,...
Still you act dumb, Guess you don't know,
I'll be forever teaching self, while my dick you blow!
You claim big nuts when you're at these shows,
Cause you roll mad thick with your boys and hoes,
Jumpin on the mic, Man, your flows too loud,
Plus you cuss too much, What'cha talkin'bout?
Little boy slow down, Please make some sense,
Cause the way that you act, past tense and dense,
Tells me to much bling makes you ignorant,
And not enough prayer keeps you N***lagent,
You be beggin for business? you sleep til noon,
No lawyer, no staff, just fools and goons,
Gangsters thugs, Yeah I know those,
Street vets dog, turned professional,
They're no longer convicts,
Learned the tricks and trade,
To earn legal pay, Pig out my way,
Is what they say, Now life's legit,
Gangster's with brains, poli's hate that s**t,
and if we chill, listen up bro listen,
Corrupt government going out of business,
and if we chill, listen up bro listen,
onetime on mines, going out of business,
and if we chill, listen up bro listen,
The prison system's out of business,
my man what's this?
every day you diss, scratchin on your head "I don't think he flips"
But I'm a gold medal flower, Hip Hop gymnist,
My DJ Fade, He works hush, hush,
Got the record throwin up, cause he spins to much,
Put lotion on the needle, cause he scratch to much,
1000 floppy disc, SP too much!,
I be the mexicano mayan, you hate my style,
I'm in a suit and bow tie, Man! actin wild,
Burn down devils is all I know,
and NO I'm not talkin white people bro!,
Devils come in all colors, This I've known,
The red, yellow, black, brown, white skin tones,
Who'll take what you got, Run through your home,
Congress and Senate got the whole thing sewn,
Mental slavery coming through your zone,
But you got it going cause chicks you bone,
A clean ass ride, WITH A F**KED UP HOME!!
Think I don't know what you go through bro?,
Why the hell you think my friends all me POE,
When I had to borrow clothes, a professional,
When it came to doing crime, a professional,
When it came to gettin mines, a professional,
and when it came to giving lies, a professional,
Then I learned Islam, So now I try,
To moms I cried, and apologized,
Learn the mathematics, it makes me mad,
See your condition, it makes me sad,
I want to take back everything I had,
I love mother nature, she keeps me glad,
Knowin she's in control no matter how bad,
The bombs ya make, all shake and bake,
Try hurricane's, heatwaves. storms, earthquakes,
Holes in the ozone, cancer, strokes,
AIDS, prostitution, murder, dope,
In 200 years your government's a joke!
KLANAZ state board,
Your permits revoked,
and if we chill listen up bro listen,...
Corupt government's going out of business!!!

Untitled 2000

KLANAZ hell of strange,
rearrange your frame build up,
Devils that I kill,
POEL, you don't believe still?
I've mastered Tzolkin, my pionts are five two,
Burn your whole crew, with power HuNabKu,
Synchronize while, my Allah mastered style,
SKG flow, go hard to Work on your Dream,
My teams' pot blows, f**k around with the Gods ya,
SIX, FADAH, POE, KLANAZ you know the rest though,
Perfectionist at work, I strive to be the best yo,
Style I represent to this day? You know the BROKE ONE,
Spit Lethal Weapons mic grip is Mel Gibson,
Learn the numbers 1 through 13 to get the feed back,
Land look so lost nowadays I see Sleezstacks,
Isolation child, I know describes your lifestyle,
Wrist and a razor? Think twice before you pull back!
I have an ice blue house, with a pitch black front lawn,
ain't nothing nice about the world that I come from,
Long Beach native, get my math down in Compton,
I'm 54th blessed, rock mics like Reuben X,
"oh you chill with the blacks"?...
F**k off with all your race schemes,
Molcajete mind I'll crush your whole team dog,
Molcajete mind I'll crush your whole team!!

Untitled 2006

You all punk, no funk, chump
Never knew the block, Now
afraid to face life!
I know your asses all way back!
No fill no thrill, little kid flow,
I'm half lord half man, control the Mic stand,
Ask Soph, she'll boast "My dad don't f**k around"
Psychological ass, Daddys' all screwed up,
2 and 3 dots, where his thoughts got chewed up,
Fools came through, got they brains all bruised up,
Bottles and bats, long before all the shoot ups!
Test? what test, my man I suggest,
You sit your ass down while this class gets goin
Mayan child born so there ain't no knowin,
Will he spit conscious? Kick out the slang?
I Q 1 3 5 but f**ker still hang!
Run the spectrum both ways keep my brain balanced,
Married 15 years, "You think you a challenge?"
Bitch please, You ain't shit, Send your baddest quiz,
Alex Trebec'll come through and shit his,
Take the block for a $1000
Politics for a $100,
I've studied everything from Bush to growin shrooms,
From 20 sacks to Tesla, Page to BB King,
And give you tho roe explanations on everything in between,
Test my knowledge strong I run my breath long,
KLANAZ family ain't the same old song,
You though we broke up, ya fools are dead wrong,
Still play hot potato with these atomic bombs!

GENERAL MILLZ (THE FOUR WINDZ EP) 1998

He be the F A D, I be the P the O,
we have the same letter ending,
We wait for a time when 85'll shine,
Our kind, no longer deaf, dumb, and blind,
Prayer rugs and Holy candles,
and we'll never fall for your scandals!
Frustrated cause you got no handle,
Devil, we be fish out of water,
My KLAN knows it takes two to Tango,
Plus your fake faiths never penetrate my skull plates!
Your kind on mine,
Got religious strangle,
Use to roll forward with your cross, but it got tossed,
Now I 360 angle,Shootin back for ancestral tracks!
and I know about your biblical,
Your 6000 years of slaying and dieing,
How you got Meixcanos, Asiatics, and Blacks,
all praying and crying,..Buried our past so deep,
That we ain't even trying,
To ask questions on why our Pyramids connect with objects in the sky,
That's Unidentified and flying,
And it's funny Catholics and Christians never teach on The New World Order,
The Devil invasion, On America Online, ATM's, and the Shell's on gasoline stations,
and why the process of opening your church is that of a prison,
How about those K's on your cereal box?
Never treating you right and never teaching you right be that priest devilish thought,
That why I send the Pope home,....Cause for the love of GOD!
I never understood what Mexico got to do with Rome!
It takes two to Tango!

DOWNPACKED (THE FOUR WINDZ EP) 1998

Here I go again, with no ends to my trends,
Bend fiends at their seams, to bring ends to your sent,..What?
Styles that I capture, Lethal when I gat'cha, Blast'ya,
Jurassic underground Velociraptor,
eating frozen meats, dead beats need the thawin,
POEL'll blood lust to these sucka body gnawing's'
I eat you wack scraps, with my moulder in the back,
Attack jacks with the tracks that jinx Jenny with the fats,
Who? Craig, not the Roger,
The body snatcher dodger, I'm mad melon mashin,
To hear your mamma holler,..
So what ducky ducky? You wanna serve your ravels?
Head cells with the power house the thousand tunnel travels,
Two licks for the weeds, whom I said keep the dreamin,
You still 30 seconds back, doing what?
Tryin'ta find a meaning!
Micheal Knight BROKE ONE,
It ain't no need for steering,
Fard mastered styles when I hit and disappear -n-,
Frozen water type fools? Nomo when I strike one,
Baffle like Carnage on any sucka like'em,
One thing I can't stand ya fools ain't creative,
Want freak yo flows, but yo bust is outdated,
I know your kind, You smoke blunts, bust cappers,
Played out fools, I call ya scratch -n- sniff rappers!
Scratch -n- sniff rappers BLAST YA BLAST YA!
Fool watch your head KLANAZ comin at'cha!
This very downpacked!

And stage 2, what?, I'm now in your face thrown,
In a zone, underground clone, and BROKE ONE piece battle down at the War Zone,
You wanna throw your knuckles, fool I chuckle!
You know not my mental mazes, and my phases,
WOW, POW, 3-D reversal top to bottom wild styles!
Fool I get vexed, catch aerosol wreck,
From where to where?
From Funk Master Flex to Sway and Tech,
Put ya f**k n****s on KLANAZ,
So we can kill this coast to coast situation,
and my foes, get elbows from POEl wack MC underground invasion,
Cause I know, in 9-8 everybody want mexicano on they compilation,
With my, cafe bust your lyric form rippin weekly,
Houdini sneaky, like cakes and files,
I'll Cash Money through any Joe Cooly rhyme you put me through,.. So check it
It's me and Selekta, Technique needle cartridge wrecker,
Who got more Theory than Groove, right right,
We mad underground Hip Hop junkies like Smooth and Nice,
and more than twice, I catch'cha jockin,
You're non spot rockin, I told you,..
BLAST YA BLAST YA,
Fool watch your head, KLANAZ coming at'cha
This is very downpacked, Now I'm telling brothers brown/black.

SCENE SIX (THE FOUR WINDZ EP) 1998

We rock prime time, Its KLANAZ day parade,
Devil out my way we're some powwow shit!
My third eye gleams', My team, They blitzkrieg,
Punk N****s runnin cause the Holocaust is coming,
KLANAZ in the gutter, bang the rougher and the tougher,
Refuse to our mothers, our whole family suffer!
Ya ____ gettin madder, swing batter, batter,
85 dieing slowly, 5% getting madder,
I'm truly intrigued on your patience and your waiting,
In 1999 ain't nobody celebrating,
The fire in the sky, the war it jumps off!
Barb wire around my home, enemies is gettin blown!
I steady holdin fort with a hundred ex n****s,
And vatos from the heart, To the max
squeezing triggers!
I roll with Farrakhan -n- Islam -n- steady bombin,
wreckage to sector,.. cause my heart pumps AZTECA!
Self knowledge, the Koran, Hard rhymes, and FADE rhythms.
The only thing I know that keep POE flow solid gold.
My poems gloom and doom, ain't afraid to speak what's wrong,
YOU GIVE ME HAPPY TIMES AND I'LL GIVE HAPPY SONGS!
But why should I front when I know the end is near,
Give you plays like Shakespeare,
On that which you fear,....what you fear is death,....PRIMETIME!
Ya n****s f**k around too much and live you life like Macbeth!!

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We rock primetime!
It's KLANAZ day parade!
Devil out my way!
We're on some powwow
(being yelled)

And little girl what'cha think?
Life style pretty in pink?
Please, a woman fully grown she walks the side with her man,
She knows the KLAN and the plan, our goals and how to reach them,
No Foxy Brown type, because she don't believe hype,
Mammas down to burn and bang with her man because she knows,
Love gotta high price, you need to sacraficee,..
and struggle.
Sail these seas fill with love in your ships but can't relate,
N****s stressin "give me, give me"
Crack halves dog, its 50 / 50,
You want kisses down your spine, massages all the time,
Her to cook wholesome food for when you dine,
Quit wasting all her time with your high school lines,
and Lil Kim wanna be's need to quit, you don't click,
take the underground for granted, and believe you bite dick,
Cause the real women I've met, work 40 and break a sweat,
I kill for your respect, find your stretch marks sexy,
Gotta swap meet shop, Make due with what you got,
Your man's underground, but you ain't looking hardcore,
You got your own mind, your own time, own mountain to climb,
Career poppin and still offspring droppin,
And if mamma don't know,....
Well then I'll show her, and throw her,....
Up into the stars, and put my Nation right below her!!!

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