The Legend of Lake County

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