King Fight Pt. 2: The Death Round

Living past the voices below

Of craters yellow and choices to grow

Streets, dead, the ghetto and a tree-making meadow

'Cause mumble rap made by the industry, paid

Everything from making this album drop by today to making ends meet to living below

Everything stacking and all of reactions are criticizing my lackings

Relaxing at large

Ev'ryone dies someday, everyone cries today, next day is Sunday

So be below, I tried to fight everything, dead and it is differing

Get this album done and I'd #1 and I won

But there's no need, 'cause this is lyrically, way more OP than me

So I have to rile up

All these men looking down on me, bets on my balcony

So what, why, or how did he, JM, get albums outta me

These are all voices in my head that are lurking

But done nothing is working and beds all down on me

All these games led up to this thing that are called lay-ups

Logic fallacies, stay up, and you say wait, what

Gotta be out on demand to stay 'bout 'cause we know we're around

And we just hit the ground so be happy you aren't missing

Everything going but nothing is slowing, 'cause everything fast

And nothing missing

But there is no problem, this is just so perfect, this can't be working

It's just around lurking

I trust you too but nothing has got me too

Everything has been perfect

Nothing has been working, plays that are berzerk

(Ways that are perfect)

All this thinking in your mind cuz kings are just one type of kind

Princes linger through love, signs of deprivation

See you again 'cause I feed to for friends

And my comedy ends 'cause it's just way too soon

You better be happy I put you in the backseat

Cuz nothing gets past me, I think it's just nasty

I say to the king "pass me"

He throws the sword, graci-

As I pull the punches, the left blow and the right

I realize I'm with a king, this isn't a fair fight, but it's fair fright

Because I've been taught to stand tall, all these new rappers

Just hitting the tan ball, this masterpiece of art is taking you to large

And it's making me small, but it's faking to raw

Hear barking from the dog, careers in the fog

And the frog on the log, and the log in the bog

I knew there were persons, but everyone's working

There's so many words and, sorry I won't get it pixel perfect

Everything's lurking, nothing with me and my heaters are heating

And readers are reading

Just one more line, please be really fine, 'cause I'll take for time

Condescending

Left on the line of a ghosttown forsaken mind

With a unicycle on time and an unreleased album of mine

But you couldn't brace to fear the sincere reality, the mere

So you approaching the near

Dead in the head but you aren't really fed, 'cause you need anotha wed

And your braindead hardships

Throw another wave at the revolutionary save

And throw guide a lazer to what the king did and done gave

Lesser than man kind, approaching the fan's fine

But this wordplay, can't deny

The hardships approaching the death round

The ever-approaching beat of breath sound

Making all these rhymes I'm a donkey with tough times

And here is my flow with the beat, not denied

Because everyone here doubting me near

Like call this death round

Death Round be my peak, if it is, you are meak

And dead with victory

Win it and sick and he

Retreats behind the throne, punches and hits you throw

All blows over, on the shoulder, 'cause everything gets colder

My whole career ended up to this, you shouldn't be doubting me

I worked so hard to be here, don't start tearing down your balcony

Everything counting on you is what you think is counting against me

But in reality, I got everything for me, so don't be a hemp, read

Everything slow in this thing that just goes in, it's dead and should be

Kill this king, swear to god, memories, pray the law

Flashbacks to all this life turns to another punch

You'd try to defend it, but not descending

This thing that is threat'ning his straight power

That all turns to another sock, victory will leave a mark

Hit on the head and dead, no one can save me

I'm not a hit maker I'm a bit tamer

He tries to strangle me, approaching to fang on me

I sock him back, and he, lays down, and accepts defeat

This is crazy for me, he is crazy for you

Take down the mask, and see more too

Finally I can take the throne, disband this thing as we know

So we don't have to deal with a machine making new out of control

I disband the experiments, lab and impairments

Ain't gonna stop me on my rise to the never-ending

Left down to the breath around

Me chasing the stardom of victory

I claim the crown and take it from his hairy head

And the beard cyclops is approaching the scary end

I take the king from him, he's just a human being

I think I can do more, don't underestimate me

With my power, I will do better

Building towers, with a letter

Crossroads of madness!