- SOLID (lyrics) 
plain and simple X2, you tell ‘em

You [bad word] but you can’t hide,
TCS will find you we’re going worldwide
Solid as a rock, the Syndicate and ApRock
We crack skulls around the clock
 [bad word] the whole world, [bad word] I mean every word, I’ve lived and I’ve learned
I’ll burn bridges as I flip you the bird
I’ve lost all faith, the power of hate I incarnate
The sound will demonstrate how my will to dominate will suffocate [bad word]  I’m a man on a mission
Like Dying Fetus, I “Destroy the Opposition”

The definition of Crimson is demolition
My words are ammunitions, leaves you out [bad word]  punk!
Gonna make you sweat ‘till you bleed
I wash my hands with the blood of my enemies

Killing Sprees are my specialty
I’m guilty on all counts for [bad word] crimes against humanity
No matter where I’m at, I’m always steadily ready [bad word] That’s why they call me The Aftermath

I’m on a left-hand path state of mind
I puke on [bad word] to the weak, crippled and blind
The name’s Krownz, you keep clownin’, I’ll be [bad word]  yo fate
TCS is homicidal, [bad word] soldiers of Hate

For over centuries of total, global mic domination
I use my deadly rhymes as a [bad word] [bad word]  lethal weapon
One cobra spit, three [bad word]  words, [bad word] YOU POSER!
The flow is like a napalm raid, it’s a massacre

Yo, here I am still shining on the blackest of thrones
Unleash the [bad word]  [bad word] all your bones
Chopping off the hydra heads of your baptism
Cross ‘em out and put a K, its pure [bad word]  Kataclysm

Crimson kill a beat, we are the Swarm
The Syndicate is the beast, yo face we stomp
Let the blade cut this [bad word]  nest right above your head
Blao! Now you’re [bad word]  dead!

You [bad word] but you can’t hide,
TCS will find you we’re going worldwide
Solid as a rock, the Syndicate and ApRock
We crack skulls around the clock

We don’t care if you can’t bear with our thoughts that rip and tear
Grip yourself to the snare beats, with bass lines that [bad word] Wear your mind down to the sound, Montréal’s our town
All of us around us know you’ll end up in the lost and founds

To all you [bad word] I regret you cannot see
The value of lyrical awakening, get back to the beginning
You’ve reached fame and glory, but you’ll never make history
I don’t care about steeze, much more on how you bleed

Our literature allows nature to unleash furor
Scandalizing our kind, we’re just [bad word] with our mind
Read the signs, not weak rhymes, on good times and high crimes
I ain’t here to make a dime, but keep track with lost time

You defeat will make you weak and mark up my streak
Scalpel to the cadaver, I like to torture [bad word] TCS and ApRock ,I represent the shamrock
I just a mean [bad word]  [bad word] with badluck who got stuck!

Here is Strychnine, waiting for the right moment to strike
While people everywhere are crying; asking why and why? [bad word] you’re still around, insulting the crowd like that?
Trying to rap, shaming yourself over despite the fact

That you plain suck at Life niggah, Solid yo!
And I ain’t talking about the stupid board game you know
Its obvious, yet you persist in wasting everybody’s labor
Its ridiculous, just quit [bad word] it, and do us all a favour

Whack emcees be knockin’ at my door, get chase by hounds and decapitated
Chopped off heads, I be lining them only to mock the feds
Murdering is soothing and its helping me meditating [bad word] up missing, your dead body well hidden in my kitchen sealing

GET THE [bad word] AWAY FROM ME!
I might just flip the [bad word] out, bug the [bad word] out
and split you open like a bunch of oysters
Shoot down an entire bus full of bible kids, burst in laughter
Call it “Tourette Syndrome Rap”, peace out to Hitfarmers!

You [bad word] but you can’t hide,
TCS will find you we’re going worldwide
Solid as a rock, the Syndic