Words beyond measure emerge from the ledger
Nerds playing catchup, we work like a ketcher
smashing verbs on beats, we defeating them all
Wisemen on the rise, Rhyme and Reason the call

Vision of a hawk, Vissionary Hordebreaker
Slaying orcs like a King in the North, en Hård Saga
de faker, claimer de har dames som Lou Bega
men de klammer end fluffer, de rundehuller de dater
jeg bater haters, spytter flames for jeg blessed by the maker
en Great Dane, og en Teacher, der ka' straight elevate ya
som Sess fra Jamaica – når vi lifter dig sådan
vi går i krig mod Babylon, som Salazifar ånden
vi updater mentaler, på lækre instrumentaler
bilinguale street-poeter, der verbalt spraymaler
kromatiser minds, med det ish som vi taler
connecter dots, ser the signs, vælter fæs pædistaler
originaler, der ik' bailer, ser den gennem missionen
tæm' dæmonen, for ellers Helved' endestationen
jeg penner poems, der ka væk jer fra det Matrix i tror
er virkeligheden, Lord Krom er lig de mægtigste ord

Vision of a hawk, Vissionary Hordebreaker
slaying orcs like a King in the North, a tough saga
they fake, claiming they have dames like Lou Bega
but they’re nastier than fluffers, the whores they’re dating
I bate haters, spit flames ‘cause I’m blessed by the maker
a Great dane and a teacher, that can straight elevate ya
like sess from Jamaica, when we lifting you like that
we go to war against Babylon, like the Salazifar spirit
we’re updating mentals, on lovely instrumentals
bilingula street poets, who spraypaints verbally
chromatising minds with the ish we’re speaking
connecting dots, seeing the signs, pushing over fools’ pedistals
originals who won’t bail, we see the mission through
taming demons, for otherwise Hell is the final station
I pen poems that can awake you from the matrix you think
is reality, Lord Krom equals the mightiest words

Words beyond measure emerge from the ledger
Nerds playing catchup, we work like a ketcher
smashing verbs on beats, we defeating them all
Wisemen on the rise, Rhyme and Reason the call

Words beyond measure, poison for pleasure
Shamans to the tribe, science you can’t measure
Quality, quantify, experimental art
Disconnect from the aisles filled with the shopping carts
Visualize the matrix, take it back to basics
Repeat the stages, observe all the phases
Drip it through the beakers, mix it like a chemist
Push through these times like I have no limits
Digging for the samples that contain all the secrets
Glance into the mysteries that leave the mind peaking
Dig what I’m cooking? let’s get to the feasting
Knowledge of the ancients, show respect to what I’m speaking
Meditate, start thinking
Find the center, less drinking
Open up the mind, document with rhymes
Salute to Riot Craig for the wealth in these lines
Words beyond measure.

Words beyond measure emerge from the ledger
Nerds playing catchup, we work like a ketcher
smashing verbs on beats, we defeating them all
Wisemen on the rise, Rhyme and Reason the call