Artist: Hyper Sniper Song: Kansas City Album: Homemade Explosives Mixtape Year: 2005 [Hyper Sniper - verse 1] Yo.. I'm bout to explode, put ya bills on it Still mobbin, sell a c.d. to that same nigga Kill robbin Real raw and real rugged, homie go and kill somethin Keep the steel tucked in. If they ask, you concealed nothin It's Wyandotte, eat 'em up like Pacman And my fans be goin to school with strapped gats in the backpacks Half the class gettin clapped back, ha Is that sad? It's whatever homie, that's that And fools thinkin just because I'm from Kansas, I never seen a hood and never held a handgun You never seen Quindaro, nigga that's rough Hustle hard, grit and grind, fools get they cash up What you thought, it was Wizard of Oz? Naw Just some real-ass niggas with Ross And villains we are, deuce-deuce still in the car, Under the driver side seat, keep a clip in the box. So what you think? [Hyper Sniper - hook] Killa Assassin Niggas Slangin And Smokin Crazy Insane To Yo shit, no jokin (4x) [Hyper Sniper - verse 2] Yo.. I know you feel me on the mic, Like the mic is eight feet long, and I was sleepin on it last night Killed it last night, think I overdid it though Woke up to throw up a fragmented chicken bone Forget the rest, I'm headed to the top and never second best Pull the pin from this grenade, how many seconds left? Throw it out the car window in such a fashion, It explodes under ya gas tank and get your car crashin You flippin back, rollin over, land in a construction zone Kansas City got no love for ya, send them fuckers home Got Nubbz and Bone and Tripp, they down to cut ya dome The mid-west got fire, nigga tuck and roll We killer clows in this, my town is sick 35 rounds in clips is bound to hit You'll end up in a wheelchair, pushed around and shit Years later, children grown up, my son'll pound ya kid And dominate the U.S.D. 500 school district Wyco police try to figure who did it, but clues' missin If you get 'em, homie you fishin He floatin in the Wyandotte County Lake, dude bit it [Hyper Sniper - hook] Killa Assassin Niggas Slangin And Smokin Crazy Insane To Yo shit, no jokin (2x) [Hyper Sniper - verse 3] Yo.. Yo.. It's verse 3, holla back if you heard me And if you hurtin me, ya brains scatter like it's bird seed Where I come from, I'm the minority White boys 10 percent, but we ride 40 deep Wyandotte High School, look at my yearbook Don't understand, but you never lived here, look See the colors? Now call me that wigger 800 kids, 90 of 'em white, do the math nigga State Avenue, Leavenworth and Parallel Put these raps into motion like carousels And muthafuckas livin in a damn fairy tale, Thinkin they could see me on the mic and do it very well You niggas get shook, and never get puss Ya lick toosh right before ya get your shit pushed, And get robbed, no tellin what my nigz took Shit, they probly took the flavor out ya chick's bush I'm sick wit it, been sittin with the 10 biscuit clips, hollow tips in 'em Sippin this lemon liquor. Gettin on a mission to rip these niggas and strip 'em Of anything necessary for livin, I spit the venom niggas [Hyper Sniper - hook] Killa Assassin Niggas Slangin And Smokin Crazy Insane To Yo shit, no jokin (2x) [Hyper Sniper & Yella Jackit - outro] [Sniper] Hey yo, waddup. It's ya boy Sniper. I'm not here right now. So why don't you just leave me a message? And, things of that nature. And, peep the mixtape. And, I'm out. [Yella Jackit] Hyper Sniper this is James Lipton. I just received your voicemail. We would like to have you on the show next week after the Bruce Willis. Please return my call within the next 48 to 72 hours. Goodbye dear friend. (?)