Kombo vit à Los Angeles.
5 lettres ( pour Knock Out My Boldest Opponent),
Kombo est une figure transfuge du base ball américain et b.boy de la Côte Ouest, au service de la scène hip hop depuis une dizaine d'années avec un premier single en 99 "Pop Shit".

Il pose " At close range " sur Nastyness.

Now the rhymes the suns kick are qualified as all that, intellect, combined with beats, plus our styles are phat. That's not boastin, or talkin about the suckas i'm roastin, it's just a fat ass crew that you know is west coastin! & if it ain't rough, it ain't from Kali, times are changed now you can't say Sally from the valley (why ?)! Cause fat styles are hard to get; so don't play me like dick gregory cause you know i bust fat shit & yo, biters can't help themselves they have to pass , cause then you've helped ya self to a whole batch of whoop ass

Plagerism alerts my spider sense, so i grab fools heads the inquisition will commense. And then! I'll turn his brain to a ruin, & when i find out who your mom's is, i'm suin'! Even still Mcee's persist, even though they know they 're brain's can't store fat rhymes like this, & yo in 2-g that's the way it has to be, when Kombo 's on call all farm when they step to M-C!!

& for the love of this, i gotta return something, & for the love of the kronic, i gotta burn somethin', & even though it's for the love we gotta earn somethin', listen close because ya bout to learn somethin'!

Party people don't you hear what's bumpin? it's Dee Nasty rockin the funky dope production, see, it's really elementary cause mentally i excell, so dopeness is no mystery, i'm indivisibly, one nation under-ground with this, whith out liberty and justice, bust this!

Teflon tonsil type trilogy, i even have a masters of science in bio illogy! & the west coast is rockin droppin lyrics on beats to make to you start pop lockin! & when the groove is knockin, it's heart stoppin', & i'm the mc to keep ya hip hoppin'!! lyrics at close range!!

& Kombo don't stop, i don't pause for no cause, cause i keep refining rhymes untill my shit has no flaws. Food for thought was digested, i never sleep that's why my rhymes are never well rested. Lyrical force fields can't be broken lies are spoken, about this negro who's not a token. i'm kombo & i symbolize grandjure, & i'm holy in this field thats why my name should be evander this is the style that Hakeem dreamed, but he talked shit & as a result he was creamed, ha!

now sit back & watch!

My styles get fatter ya punks, why don't you loosen up your belt a knotch! Sit back & chill whith Kombo!! it's kombo yeah that's my name, & i kamel clutch the mic cause breakin backs the game; & in fact my name is about to cause change cause i still aim when i shoot lyrics at close range!!