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king critical - best of brooklyn cypher 2012 - king critical verse lyrics

[king critical]
check
wilt chamberlain of this rappin’ sh-t
accurate activist, tact is immaculate
setting fire to flatulence, they g-ssed up
on the studio with the gl-ss front
painting better visions of face downs and -ss ups
tell your b-tch put her face down and -ss up
put a smile on mr. carver the way she grab nuts
no i don’t got 50 tats, no i don’t smoke mad blunts
but i got a 16 strong enough to bring back pun
it’s over n-gga, put you in a clutch like a cobra sipping folgers watching oprah like an olda n-gga
ain’t sh-t change, i’m in ya range like rover n-gga
spitting out lava like mountains do:
no soda n-gga
k!lla in my past life
n-gga, i’m past nice
kiss my -ss twice, you -ss wipes will get -ss wiped
my rap type is like what you put in a gl-ss pipe
on being attacked with a gun attached to a black knife
it’s over hova, outdated like motorola
on a cheap date with a cheesesteak and coca cola
and when it’s over, rope a hole so i know it’s open
hit em with that vitamin d and this should be rollin over
come over the crib, watch
girls give slip top
more fights than worldstar hip hop
i represent hip hop, at lunch in a ziplock
and n-ggas on the corners with their 40s and their slick bops can’t stop
and spit [?], you’re half–ssed
couldn’t f-ck with me if i was the nerd in math cl-ss
they say i got an odd future flow
but really it’s not though
throw frank in the ocean and start eating a taco
smack his brains to the left, make ’em earl on his white tee
and if tyler’s on stage, i’m sn-tching the mic – g
and i’m just rapping it like me

yo, check, check – i said f-ck politics
polish it with a pot of [?]
above anonymous get a lot of it when i stop and spit
acknowledge it
every mothaf-ckin line i spit
hit you with weapons with the expression that you gotta sh-t
who want it? i leave stomachs in knots and bits, and i’m known to rock a 16 like stojaković
it’s obvious, these simple n-ggas couldn’t bottle it
better stop talking and keep it walking on some model sh-t
my name’s critical – and that’s all you need to know
my rhymes tight if the price is right like the tv show
old hood jheri curls, they all wanna see my glow
songs got my neck lighting up like i need a joke
new bars, new days, beats getting souffléd
true say, that’s word to biggie i never lose faith
little wu tang, with some metal faced doomsday
any doomsday, these two 8’s make the moon shake
that’s a 16 for all you n-ggas with the soup face
‘fore you get buck out ya mouth, get your tooth straight
been through [?] since 50 was making goon tapes
and dmx was k!lling before he started to lose cake
flow so mysterious way i keep going is delirious
cute 16’s with no period
for serious, label n-ggas need to put their ear in it
i wish a better life for everybody that’s hearin’ this
now ya got the kid involved, may be a friend of y’all
but that don’t change i’m better than 90% of y’all
y’all started before me. now i’m ahead of y’all
and i ain’t stopping, i’m a charger – so ya better dodge

- king critical lyrics

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