V1. Written by AHKMEL PHAROD


Straight up I am laced up
and ready for war
no retreat no surrender
better lock your doors

1 pace I'm sick and hardcore
breaking your jaws
with one blow by my microphone
less the cord

still street packing heat
coom ba ya my lord
busting off at you fake niggaz
breaking laws

juvenlile diliquents
rapping about more
then what they have
and seen before

lie after lie
AHK's here to settle the score
leaving mc's for dead
face down on the floor

assed out and stomped
for too much talking
should've known by my swag

THESE BOOTS ARE MADE 4 WALKING


V2. Written by AHKMEL PHAROD



Still ill with the skills
call me terminal
Hot like fire
torching and burning you

Freddy Kruger sharp
I'm now concerning you
with them scars left on your chest
oh yeah I'm learning you

chicken head emcee's
rotiseree turning you
then slicing and cutting you up
deboning you

snapping your wishbone
removing ur cartilage
choppin down ur pear tree
then eating your partridge

bringing the illest shit
AHK's one of the HARDEST
out of BK
tip toppin them charts kid

and even though I'm not starving
I'm still an artist
recycling old school shit
taking out the GARBAGE

and
yeah within this rap shit
I've found my niche
with more than 99 problems
and not one is a bitch

I'm telling you man
I'm done yapping and talking
while I step
in THESE BOOTS THAT ARE MADE 4 WALKIN

c mon.....