k.n.p. – kingdom come up lyrics
(verse 1: t kapone & nip$y)
on the hunt for getting paper, call me vincint van doe
the canvas is my beat, now watch me flow
paint her face, then kick her to the door
i am da vinci, now listen to this code
f-ck these roaches, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
flow is the dopest, lucifer was right but are the coldest and we the chosen ones
ayo, nips (what)
i think the gods have a spoken
giving me the power to spit this frozen
verbal -ssualt with lyrical explosion
sippin potion, smokin, smooth like lotion
yenno kapone, always in my zone
we are the interracial watch the throne
spit better than all these clones
the kings are home, come shine my dome
these b-tches drones
f-ck a coaster, i’ll put my nuts on the table
pants fallin down, f-cking b-tches like abel
f-cked up before i reach the function
i’m on a couple drugs is a fair -ssumption
like winehouse, i like my b-tches white
curves like an hourgl-ss, but only for a night
like dre said b-tch better act right
blunt in my left hand, cup in my right
professor finesser the professional undresser
going for nothin but tens no lesser
what the f-ck is a rap king opressor
you ain’t got the fade like a white hair dresser
we are the flyest, call me your highness
you make me sigh b-tch, where is my side b-tch?
out of my mind b-tch, dont even try b-tch
sit on my throne, with those thick thighs b-tch
(chorus 1: t kapone & nip$y)
as the trumpets sound and the melody plays
spit this sh-t and you remember the name
going for money and b-tches, saying f-ck the fame
kings on the come up, stay in your lane
stay in your lane x4
(verse 2: nip$y)
jack rip the beat, like a mothaf-ckin k!lla
all red jacket, they call me a thrilla
i am the chocolate, kapone the vanilla
king of the jungle, we are gorillas
beating up p-ssys of girls names priscilla
stare any longer, might as well take pictures
this is the kings speak, call it the scripture
we are the drugs, we gon give you your fixture
(verse 3: t kapone & nip$y)
beef up the war drums, wh0r-s on the fore front
rhythm absorbent, b-ss head endors-m-nt
flow is important, spitta enforcement
lyrical portrait, ain’t ever forfeit
rap we just augment, ear drums we torment
yea im just elvis, spit with an accent
s on my chest, lookin like clark kent
flavour bombardment, party r-t-rded
(verse 4: t kapone)
potent poet with the lyrical motive
spitting blessings like a smoked out cynical moses
syllabales are spoken in a matter of moments
ears ringing from the b-ss and these b-tches moaning
i never though i’d f-cking rap but i keep on flowing
never thought i’d f-cking shine but i keep on glowing
trumpets in the bak they keep on blowing
got rap in my blood you don’t even know it
(chorus 2: t kapone & nip$y)
as the trumpets sound and the melody plays
spit this sh-t and you remember the name
going for money and b-tches, saying f-ck the fame
kings on the come up, stay in your lane x2
as the trumpets sound and the melody plays (stay in your lane)
spit this sh-t and you remember the name (stay in your lane)
going for money and b-tches, saying f-ck the fame (stay in your lane)
kings on the come up, stay in your lane (stay in your lane)
stay in your lane x4
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