king iso - this that lyrics
[intro: king-iso]
everybody so godd-mn drugged up nowadays
you wonder if n-ggas is actually dope or are they just doin dope
everybody saucin tho, f-ck it, aye!
[hook x2]
this that sh-t that they been waitin on saucin on em’ with the lyrics tho
you got style and i ain’t hatin on you, but nothin wicked when we hear it tho
they just get a little 808, write a simple hook like here it go
this is dedicated to the ones who want the style and really wanna hear you flow
[verse 1]
question to the f-cking rap game, where the f-ck the lyricism go?
so rhetorical be as it may, y’all just wanna hear this n-gga flow
this that independent if he isn’t aftermath of it’ll be on interscope
this that certified and stamped music with a message, chop push the envelope
this that i didn’t write it in the phone, get a pen and pad and get it on
this that cut you off while in the cypher then will look at you like, f-ck you spittin fo?
when the fans hear it lift they d-mn spirit with my hand veering like i’m grippin solos
this that cold blooded rick james sh-t, vampiric flow, the original
every f-ckin rapper flippin dope, same story n-gga different quote
music ‘sposed to be a movie to us, i’ve already seen this sh-t before
this that grip that fully automatic tom clancy with the whole division flow
meaning with the spit i could go get ya ho and with the bros flip the sh-t, reciprocal
y’all got bars on the net huh? but physically can never finish
goes pause my flow so innovo in the go like think you know?
n-ggas pay to get seen right?
get exposure then they get exposed
how ironic when they see the light when i black em’ out like kenneth cole
all i f-ckin do is body beats when i’m done see if you can get a pulse
check the hand and check the neck too, i already slit the wrist and slit the throat
motha f-cka this is brainsick you little n-ggas got a frickin’ cold
but when i’m finished if you got the sniffle just because i’m literally kickin dope
[hook x2]
[verse 2]
answers to the f-ckin rap game, a.i. seven six the flow
sick as hiv and 8 ids ain’t i the illest yo?
gully is my f-ckin last name on the edge is where i’m sittin tho
n-ggas claimin they some iso fans, never heard ikon or venom tho
wait a minute, f-ck a little rap fame
i blew past em’ they talkin ’bout they finnin’ to blow
they blew sack ’cause they blew it and they didn’t yoke
but i be puffin’ indica the same color as indigo
they know that i’m the hardest n-gga in the o and all the bad b-tches in the city i’ve been in they throat, plenty hoes
press these rap world wide b-tch i’m enn0ble
n-ggas know that my format so formidable
they wonder why the white girls call blood king
prolly ’cause my flow got that starbucks zing
plus i’ma star, mia mars, cha-ching
i’m a mars bar to all of you star crunch things
now they see me gettin bucks, im a star, much green
make it rain on a sl-t like the heart machine
get to flexin on you n-ggas don’t start nothing or i’m g-ssin on you n-ggas like fart touch kings
n-ggas don’t know how to switch they flow, i mastered carpentry, the christians know
put your right hand on your heart, pledge under me indivisible
this hollow leave a man invisible
the doctors on me man like physicals
poppin addys like they m&ms told the doctor f-ck it i’m a criminal!
[hook x2]
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