Beyond the threat of my fire,
I spit fire, find me close to read
but I'm cool like blue, to ya head,
burns are noticeable can be avoided
but I work like hypothermia...
hurtin' you before you know it.
My...wit and intelligence surpasses,
at this point, I don't need smart remarks to be blasted
I talk with a smooth tone
walk with a smooth stride
known to send chillz down ya spine
with a new flow, new rhyme
I don't have to mask behind the heart
I ain't with it, you'll know, don't recognize it?
save yourself before I send you home...

Ha...

I'm definitely like a new kind of weed
a new kind of mentality, a new kind of reality
no characters to be imitated, LoCo was waiting
in the shadows where he lies, listens to lies, strikes lies
while El Diablo is head strong with passion, half hearted, half cold
Insecurely bold,
truth be told...King of Hell has been put to rest so easily
like I said, I work like hypothermia,
came through so chill that the nigga got cold...

Ending product: LoCo