King Fight Pt. 1: The Start of T...

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

 

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

 

Dead in the left eye

Dead in the right

Breath in the fresh, cry

Beds and the fight

 

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

 

Dead in the left eye

Dead in the right

Breath in the fresh, cry

Beds and the fight