Artist: 1.4.0. Productions f/ Crunch Lo Album: Poisonous Poets, Murderous Melodies Song: So What Now? Typed by: Cno Evil [Hook: Crunch Lo] Is it the thug? Deep in my soul that got me bugged Shots or slick slugs, niggas with ice mugs We the Rainbow Coalition, dismissing all, stand tall Verbal ball, fireball, flame the wall [Crunch Lo] International, touch ground with different races When I see true faces, I need ten spaces So back up, before I act up, like mentally disturbed Turn the lock, cuz niggas on a well known herb I hold mine, regardless of my loss I'm still a horse Crucified rapper, nail him down to a cross So which one is ready, I shred his ass Throw his remains like confetti, ya'll niggas ain't heavy enough To touch this, or discuss this, at your session Chose my weapon, result in directing To anything that move, peel out, I set it on cruise And then I wheel out these jewels, 2 step above ya'll crews I'm the promise of my time, architechtual design The finest of your bombs, couldn't fuck with mine I'm a monster, karma, strike like that I bring drama, so you don't really wanna get it on I go through the night, crack the dawn, it's on Like hurricane, storms, blow away, all ya'll corns At the pintacle, take any one, individual And lyrically, I split 'em in two, may God bless you [Chorus: Crunch Lo] So what now? Do I have to show my colors on clowns So what now? Don't make me have to break you down So what now? O.T.F., niggas spitting these rounds So what now? Ghetto poetry from under the ground So what now? Feel my energy in this rap scene So what now? Like machines that be blowing off steam So what now? Raise the level, the metal'll spray, hello Ghetto ark with Mello, pulling strings like a cello [Crunch Lo] Back at 'em for dough, too, I broke through and spilled it Saturate, vocabulary and drop real shit For each individual, ripping through your shield Capitan, dumping the clip in battlefields I need a meal for 12 sons, round tables and big guns Whole box of Dutches, cuz we all got greenthumbs Elaborate and collaborate on melodies Super thug here, fear none, I pop mentally Better with adversary, sleepy ass niggas wake up And not disturbingly, rude or some solid rock Ghetto attitude, all hell just broke loose When the Crunch to the Lo came through, with the rest of the pack O.T.F., we embezzle the tracks With shorty, with a fresh one, yo I bless one Had the, weeds in my system, like ashtma From West Brighton Plaza, meet your life after and before Nothing but the raw thoughts, I'm thorough like a horse With a V8, Planet of the Apes, can you relate? Or we take too late, cuz I deface, tear up the place Mass confusion, can't nobody face it And we gel-team, felt the need for speed, til we safe at home Speak low and don't discuss it in phone Adjust like ameba zones, reefer in my bones Gustes in my eyes, alcohol is in my clothes We chosen, from brick buildings, and toughly loaded I still can't shine, what others started, we wrote it [Chorus 2X]