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King Fight Pt. 1: The Start of The Round
- //Intro//
- Did you fight with a king
- In your field, knew nothing
- But was more respected than you
- Than any other human being
- And any brother swooping leading
- //Verse 1 0:25//
- Well this is not working I know I'm dead lurking
- In the shadows for wording and sculpting all these sculptures
- That sculpt with drawings, raw and I'd never come from a different background
- Facing off the titan of the fifteenth around
- He better not fight or I will make him hit the ground
- And find a different way to sway in the end it makes him just another day
- And the part of the game that has all the shame, the fame in his name
- King Rap, the worst, most oppressive feature, dead right on a beaker
- This lyrical talent enough to take him by storm
- Put his human body back in his college dorm and then destroy him in swarms
- The weather is cold, cool, hot, or warm, oppressive and offensive
- Obsessive and caressive give any nice rule a headshot
- To rebel against it, 'fend not 'cause even if this whole album leading to a mark
- Where the whole entire old outcome is feeding towards the dark
- And I'd never end it with a bad ending but if that's what it has to come to
- I would call it unbearable if I ever have to touch done to
- 'Cause even if my career peaks at this song, I'd still be on, the next ding dong
- 'Cause I'd be off on a trip, call it a magic stick by the touch of my magic wand
- And this traffic pond is awaiting and swarming a havoc fond
- And I'm dead by the time the release of the song
- This lyrical insight is next level, thought Eternal Comet was good, this is legendary, with to Gens
- This verse continues on and this level is dawn, I'm a chess king
- Don't worry I can beat this, otherside's a chess pawn
- Because I'm on, don't be on the lawn and the dead has thought
- And I say all my struggles, complaints, and re ons, they black
- And the moment he took me like LeBron, I socked him back
- He fought back, and I tore his left tibia
- Old man can't fight, 'cause I've destroyed and rioted in his city uh
- Think that question authority is a sin at mankind
- We wouldn't be a workplace, school or college without this thought in our damn minds
- Don't be off thinking it'll hurt your reputation
- The king charges money to turn your deprivation
- And nothing is changing him from starting manipulation
- You know we've got power, channel it, anger in the nation
- //Chorus//
- Dead in the left eye
- Dead in the right
- Breath in the fresh, cry
- Beds and the fight
- //Verse 2//
- You know we off cruising 5 star hotels, but no one can even do that, it's a rise and no fell
- 'Cause everyone, bic bic lick a sick and be a sick that's mumble rap language
- For do a flick and everything has to become a major huge chorus
- It wouldn't be drill without a 1 minute track and Air Jordans
- I'm writing on fire, my fingers just like a lighter, the flame is ignited
- You can't fight a fight a fight a out off when we light it
- We're just making ends meet, all our money is the two ends
- We need more to connect the strings when friends eat and food bends
- Rod Wave saying he starved, he's tryna be tough like Lee Marv
- Find the king in the ER, after I sock him like Steve Mar
- "Oh, it's not a joke, if not everyone's laughing"
- Well, tie a neck around a rope, wait, Kenny's son's backing?
- See, my lines all the way from L.A. to Pennhurst
- Nobody wanna fight 'em in the zen burst
- So don't be so surprised by a heavy metal guitar interlude
- I'll use anything to steady fend of Fender winner dudes
- Making all these rhymes, you would think I'm Nas or Rakim
- But nobody really know rhyme scheme these days, it's like a flocking
- I'll use any sample, free beat, or stocking
- Everything I own is a party, I take everything, I got options
- Be better but more underground than Jack Harlow on "What's Poppin"
- Amazon and Ebay, Ihop, IKEA still stocking
- I gotta go in the club, but the bar, the taboo is bopping
- I think the king'll take me out if one more of these albums is flopping
- Like how do you know I'm dead in the inside, alive on the outside
- Breath on the flip side, dare me to rip my, not yours, intestine organs out, din, dine
- Chim, chime, chum bucket, krabby pattys in the lip ride
- I made so much and so much good that I can't compare
- But I guess that's how it is to be a millionaire
- //Chorus//
- Dead in the left eye
- Dead in the right
- Breath in the fresh, cry
- Beds and the fight
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