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ke turner - trivial pursuit lyrics

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verse 1 –

queen with the dunamis, never laid down my crown, never one for foolishness
go pound for pound like the poems of a pugilist, the pen is the glove and my combinations connect no matter what your maneuver is

dance around the fact that i been true to this, underneath the sun for more than three score and not new to this
i come from the shores of the grooviest, flooding you with fires like erupting mount vesuvius

yes i am a renegade, tongue is a switch blade, swiss when i spit, draw blood like a nurses aid
better yet a twelve gauge, yall better be afraid
niggas turn donuts when i’m done with my tirade

violence i speak of its only a metaphor, but don’t get it twist man, life ain’t been a petifor
ran with some bullies from the norva to the beach, who disconnected some ribs made niggas lose speech

was a juvy outta reach yeah, far from cute, so i embellish the cipher with lyrics you can’t refute, putting lames on mute
who wanna flex when they’re muscle is destitute, uh
so coming for me is a trivial pursuit

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verse 2 –

was writing sixteens, blowing sixteen candles
so if you wanna try me, then understand the mantle
my flows not of a regular damsel to handle
its like a sub par swimmer going deep into the english channel

stick to the pool if you wanna gamble
a five feet maximum where the bottom is tangible
i’m a different animal, hybrid, undomesticated
panther and a lioness for cats who stay overrated

yeah, claws out b-tches, the face of my foes look like they been tongue kissing the scissors
i’m cold as blizzard while i’m swinging these swords, cut heads like artemesia, bring em’ back to the lords

got my empire, no question i rule, if you dare to inquire, you have the trait of fools
you get a boot to ya chest to fall back in a pit, then i’ll bring my crew to the hole to leave you covered in spit
know who ya dealing wit’, ke turner and its a fact you put an “i” in front of the dat, and it’s how i beat the track

forget the cake, imma force you to eat steak, with no knife to cut it since you barely can hold weight
yall ain’t seeing my plate it’s only fit for a royal, might push you a little crumbs before they start to spoil
cause i have little mercy when it comes to these rhymes, like inmates who get locked for pedophilia crime

a good chance you get got for such a sin of the pen, you come close i turn muay thai cracking ya shin
i’m at it again, and this time around no blockages
let it flow
easy as the air thats in my esophagus

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