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king critical - blood on the oxford lyrics

[verse 1: king critical]
the sun don’t shine forever, so as long
as i’m here then i might as well shine with chedder
i’m align with fellas, some tote those bricks
some flows so sick, we gotta rhyme with stretchers
put time and effort into these rhymes and records that
made your girl feel like she just got a diamond necklace
residue spit, clips, no kanye bredren
cause giving good music is my common preference

[interlude]
they gotta understand man, my greatest award is what i’m about to do
my greatest failure is keeping that award at thought level
i mean if it stayed at a thought and never progressed any further
it would be considered just a fail right?
but the reason i say it’s my biggest failure cause if i
succeeded in what i’m about to do it would be my greatest award

[verse 2: king critical]
be honest, hit the beats with sheets of vomit
you couldn’t f-ck with me if you had the face of a goddess
pay homage, pray my n-gga egg won’t turn your egg
to an omelet, no telling what we on with, so calm it
n-gga who want it? smacking n-ggas with gauntlets
just raise your hand and i’ll expand like your armpit
spitting conscious, make a baller feel sponsored
the reaper this ether could make a preacher feel godless

[hook: king critical]
it’s crazy how one body could be respected by somebody
and turn that one body into somebody
it’s crazy how one body could be respected by somebody
and turn that one body into somebody

[verse 3: king critical]
why go cooperate? my heart’s where the art is
it’s hard to reach the ceiling when you coming from the carpet
especially a artist that spitting this sickness to
make these b-tches feel nauseous, this crack’ll make god itch
lately i’ve been thinking real distraught
like how this human thoughts could turn a human to corpse
or how these human words could be served as a torch
to make the herbs hit the curve but then swerve when they caught
i’m too invincible, you couldn’t f-ck with critical
if you was critical on the pedestal of your pinnacle
penetrating and percolate the mental with syllables
enough to over stand, i over stand the general, it’s simple
n-ggas ain’t f-cking the god, lay low
like a b-tch that ain’t f-cking with them bras
and she f-cking with the odds cause she know we ain’t even
smile like when momma cooking chicken with the seasoning
none of my n-ggas seasoned, we all gone be eating
i just pledge allegiance at they allegiance it be the reason
and i’m the reason, they treat me like a vegan
from the evening to the evening i br rhyming on the deep end
check, it be the bars that make the n-ggas grab they jars
and make the b-tches call me god while i pluck em like guitars
pull up on the block 40 below the old timbs
’98 s 600 with the gold rims

[hook]

[bridge: critical]
that’s the power of people, this music power will leave you
wanting more like the power of sequels
think i’m in my three shoes staring at the people
in my flyest beanie staring at the seagulls
write metaphors, cause the sky’s the limit
mona lisa’s prying my mind as they mind the critic
cause they mines’ ain’t critic meaning my mine is mine and
they mind my mind cause my mind is different
all this artless in artist they hardest ain’t even half of this
writeous with words, word, that’s word to radamiz

[verse 4: radamiz]
rich folk, bottega trenchcoats, walk like they own the avenue
just a peasant in these cole haan’s, trying to even my lat-tude
that feed-your-fam-for-year salary’s dinner money, they laugh at you
but hide their smile under their roley cause they’re mannered to
mind vivid enough for a cannes trip
drumroll for my opening night while the band hits
i hear the wolves howling in the back as i pans this
literally, i’m in the jungle with some paper and matchsticks
trying to make a fire tornado in this h-ll hole
too much sh-lls spread across the floor under sh-lltoes
too many can’t stick around for the gold and the rainbows
cause when it rains it pours and drowns what hope remains, yo
that’s just honesty, socrates of the 2k’s
gotta mind mine cause they off tops if you too paid
better yet, their ain’t one castle, we can all be kings
this ain’t the nba
we can all get rings

(we’ll just get more)

- king critical lyrics

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