Album: K-DOOD Demotape Vol. I Artists: Kreem & SBAR Song: Raise The Bar pt. II 'Blood is a big expense' [Kreem - Intro] yes yes we back Kreem AKA Knowledge and SBAR wha [SBAR] A-yo, suprised u never realized SBAR's raps will tear ya eyes i know u dick ridin, but i never fear the lies never deteriorize, u a roach n i got roach clips SBAR's a playa, who never, needed coaches tips u use my mic after me, the heat will torch ya lips tryin to rig the count, how about yall vote on this yo SBAR's heavily armed spittin best rhimes cuttin ya stomach, hangin u wit ya intestines kidnapp ya moms strap her grab the camcorder n tape her put a tech to ya neck, motherfucker, than make u rape her bet ya couldnt rip the mic if it was made out of paper i spit fire raps to fire gats at liars and rats, hit em harder than mcgwires bats when the wire snaps youll fall flat, like twin towers, thats a fact SBAR never cowers black, within an hour, i strike back rape u wit the mic, u gonna need a band-aid u emcees so queer, cant even stand straight rip emcees apart SBAR the lyrial savage turnin this beef to pork cuz then u wont have it im like a mad caddle herd, spit venom like rattlers in the sattle of ya hearse, spittin my battle verse yall dick-ridin, dont even peep my rhymin i flow slow laid back rap K-HOOD keepin it grimy [Kreem] Yes yes Kreem is back, mothafucka murders tracks my lyrics got more virus than computer hacks even physics labs can't define my raps grab the mic as I crack ya bones take ya cash fuck ya bitch, leave ya madd cuz yo kidz call me dad if ya songz were platinum you still would't shine you better keep ya mouth shut before I put ya life on a line ya nevva had a criminal record but ya betta check mine before I crack yo skull open, lyrically destroyin your mind how the fuck am I soppose to rhyme to these beats everytime I grab the mic I chop MC ya'll ain't got nothin on me Kreem aka knowledge also known for the lyrical fiend K hood is the place where I ground my beef where I hold my heat lyrically we leave the rap game sweeped my shit played all over the streets everyday we get patrolled by police after our mission'z complete we burry bodies up in the creeks prison killaz so don't act to sweet killin is the way we earn our respect put a gun to ya neck while planting a bomb to ya chest fuck this is my hood ama represent it to death my heart is racin, temparature has raisen death is too close gotta face it wonder why the fuck some can't make it streets make me grab the mic n then brake it god's watchin me , time's up hataz swampin me but ain't no one stoppin me blaze a 50 me n Nas got one thing in common all we need is one mic to prove the Kreem that's earned by knowledge yea [K] Kreem bring it live [S] KHOOD world wide [S] SBAR bring it live [K] KHOOD world wide [K] Kreem bring it live [S] KHOOD world wide [S] SBAR bring it live [K] KHOOD world wide wha 'Someday, and that day may never come, I'll call upon you to do a service for me, but until that day..."