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king los - king los freestyle | l.a. leakers freestyle #193 lyrics

[part i: bobby v’s ‘tell me’]

[verse: king los & justin credible]
listen, i can’t wait till social media die
and what’s real start to expose all the secrets and lies, baby
you never had a man look you deep in your eyes?
some feminine ass nigga told you he was the prize?
look, what he meant to tell you is he was deprived
when they replace masculinity with healings and pride
hedonistic sexual fantasies and demons that slide
the coroner said he could hear spirits screaming insidе
see, his whole life his mama told him, daddy wasn’t shit
’cause shе gave that nigga pussy, then that pussy nigga split
now she a single mama out here pushing pussy and she pissed
and if you pussy like your papa, they might put you in a pit
nigga, you ain’t pushin p, you pussy, you clit
you ain’t pushing to the limit, niggas push you, you quit
i push a button, call the clique, they be pushing in them clips
i have my twins causing malice like i’m pusha from+
i signed my first record deal, my clique was pushing bricks
i was mastering vocals, but they was good with the mix
my engineer was dope, yeah, we was cooking that shit
so when my fans start fiending, i get them good with a fix
i was finishing my album, that’s when everything switched
took a tragic turn the kidnapped my ceo’s chick
now in the streets, that usually means internal conflict
type shit make you go from conrad to convict
from g code to street code, to code red and bomb shit
the parmesan make peter rob paul and palm shit
but back to the nonsense, this is it
one step away from my dream, shit was lit
but the fans had to drop on them boys to hit the lick
how you backdoor your main homies and flip the script?
fast forward, now we back in the city on different shit
where they lay low and give halos with extended clips
got a call from the label that i did the business with
they said the feds came to knocking, but we ain’t witness shit
but you know we got to drop you, that’s how the business get
i’m sure you make it out someday through your penmanship
shit would click, hello, i ain’t even get to vent
heart fell down in my stomach, i’m sick as shit
speaking of sick my nigga, picture this
in the trunk is where they found her body, she was in the+
that’s how know i was sent here
hold on wait, that was her name, sintia
marty, when i seen it on the news i was in tears
plus, i was stuck back in my hood for six years (crazy)
thinking all i need is one more dance
then that same label that dropped me gave me one more chance
you must be ready to die, say you might rap the best
bitch, i’m biggie out the grave, this my life after death
did not pass the test around and let y’all copy
rappers won’t say my name, but i bet y’all watch me
labels back you, you flex all cocky
they had to buy your chemistry, so you won’t be my next autopsy (ow! ow!)
dissect that, i elect my dialect
make my pupils dilate, i’m like the butterfly effect
study the shuttery effect, look
when life is+ when life is buffering, like how do i connect? (come on!)
remember simba looking in that pond, how do i respect
niggas i son, but won’t see me? like, how do i reflect?
when they lying and everybody following them birds
ask mufasa, nigga, you can die from what you heard
shit get hostile in a purge
my delusion got me out of the hood, so at this point using logic is absurd
the watchers of the earth chanted mantras to manifest my existence
and had a galactic conference at my birth
where a sentient being told me that conscious is a curse
she was right, i could always see the nonsense in reverse
and in the darkness, it get worse
they put so much money on that boy head, that nigga had sponsors on his hearse
dearly beloved, we are gathered here to mourn hip+hop
to fake aigorithm and streams to make your shit pop
i’m flavored the big clock
but you niggas got the rope around your neck and can’t survive without the tikt+
[part ii: raekwon’s ‘incarcerated scarface’]

[intro: king los & justin credible]
ooh!
okay
nice
oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
okay
yeah, yeah, what up though?
listen
yeah
check it, check the story. okay. listen
listen
come on

[verse: king los & justin credible]
now, polly was piping paula ’cause paula papa the plug
got polly peelin’ the porsche, pushing all the popular drugs
paula just purchased percs ’cause her body perfect, she perky
she drop her addy, pop a addie, follow it with a perky
give brain like a scholarship, she swallow dick with a purpose
polly be poppin’ pistols out tinted+out white suburbans
push up on a nigga then hop up out of it like a burpee (nice)
flow so cold i got it in flavors, this bitch is s+
now, justin, these rappers is writing this down
and they adjusting to wear my flow like a costume
and say it’s custom, they call each other private on silent
with no discussion, if there’s one thing they all agree on, it’s don’t discuss him
every day a rapper discover that i’m disgusting
wrap himself up in the covers and go to sleep in discomfort
if he even had a dream he put on my sneakers and scuff ’em
he better wake up then buff ’em, apologize to the public (keep going)
i’m a shoe in, don’t sneaker diss on the subject
defeats increases, i keep kicking this rough shit
and the bitches love it
’cause him a rich nigga, like an aneurism raptured
they say “damn a nigga hushin’,” don’t jam this shit with substance
you go viral if you say some shit the algorithm fucks with (yeah)
oh, you right, uh, uh, kill slide, murder, death, drill ride, uh
pop pills, fuck bitches, praise money to feel fly (woo+hoo!)
uh, uh, uh
smoke on opp packs, spin his block, pop back (yes! yes)
wait, stop that (okay)
and you still die, that shit sound real hot
my house in the hills high
that means my bills high, and my spouse love a hills high
when i was capping pills, i lived in a dope dream
that means living in a broke dream, look
now, it’s icy on the wrist, only vvs (i see it)
never csi (yes), ain’t no ice tea on the wrist (nah)
young wavy motherfucker, tread lightly on a bitch
just open a dm, i think your wifey on my+ (wow)
as soon as i red “head”, she ice spice me in the whip
only need eyes and mouth i put a shiesty on a b+
look, she a shiesty little bitch and you a motherfuckin’ trick (come on), pussy
she a lesbian and you a motheruckin’ lick, p+
why y’all making me do this? yeah, you a lick, pussy
i leave your face in the two+lip (come on, man!)
basically foolish + mad, i said it myself
it sucks being this good, i get ahead of myself
i said, look, they scared to death, i hear they breath, they shook
my peers is stressed, ’round here, your breath get took
[?] step ’cause chest to chest, they rooks
i see your flesh, they fear the chef, they cook (mm!)
they almost had me pissed
my leakers ain’t the+, you lying ass ashy bitch
this goop scoop, aye, super ray, don’t ask me shit
just know, in the end, i’m cooking up some nasty sh+ (woo+hoo+hoo!)
look, talking ’bout cake (okay), but you barely getting some
that strap on my shoulder (okay), bitch you better get you one (nice)
talking all that fake shit, nobody even here
heard they ran you off your block and you can’t even go back there
where you came from, day to day, these bitch niggas start something else (facts!)
hey, they be working my nerves, hey lord knows, i can’t fuck these birds
shit that i’ve been through
my city still so beautiful
we don’t let snitches come around, ’cause that to get pistols aimed at you
and you can get hurt in baltimore, (bmore, what up? let’s do it, man) aye, aye
you be talking that street shit (talk it, talk it), aye
that gangsta this, gangsta that
but all that cap ain’t working now
we might have to murk him now (mm!)
he think we can’t touch him now
i make one call and they’ll all crush your+ (black out on ’em!)
bitch, i’m from the block (ooh!), where niggas bakes off in the tan (ooh!)
cook whole pies and break the bitches off into grams
that mean i heard it all before like it was part of my plan
till i got sunshine and it’s in the palm of my+ (sunshine anderson?!) look
my shit is exquisite, my vison is different
you can physically visit my mental state and pick an exhibit
quit the ball, i’m unequivocal the lip of a critic
can never diminish nor disseminate my mission delivered in minus
i administer that of a minister mixed with a minis
nigga, mind your business
they be trying to mimic the science of defiant chemist
reverse engineer my craft and you can find the remnants of the highest pigment
you bias liar, you know i’m perfect, never find a blemish
my flow mirrors cocaine, but every line is endless, now dive up in it
it can open portals, my life story is a giant helping hopeless mortals
with no good morals with all the cycles i broken for you
you still revert to your earthly ways being so disloyal
i’m underwhelmed by your presence, bitch, it’s over for you
god said he made me the king of kings, put no thrones before you
how could your clones destroy you?
why would you rock with them niggas that throwing stones towards you?
and hoes that don’t support you?
they want me cast out
i see it through to address it and it’s a glass house (yeah)
fuck it, let’s crash out (crash out)
i’m the only real living legend, ain’t take no fast routes, nigga (crash out!)
[part iii: ugk’s ‘int’l players anthem’]

[intro: king los & justin credible]
crash out! yo, king los, that’s what we doing
for the win, for the win
winning team in here
for the win, for the win
hold up. hey, king los, that’s what you came to do tonight
for the+ nah, hey, hey, hey
i chose+ hey, my brother, didn’t know, i was going to drop the third one on them
say when?
it’s a three piece

[verse: king los & justin credible]
it go, mustard color lamb chop, guns look like a ham hock
cloudy get that man popped (yes), that’ll make his ‘gram hot (talk to ’em)
you going to slide on who? (who?) you’ve been pussy since the sandbox (ooh)
my hood ain’t got no beats but we put white girls in that tan spot (huhuhu)
playing plot, jam rock, hand to hand expand guap
my niggas go on drum solos if they see they band stop
man, stop, your ancestors piss in white+only bathrooms (aha)
this type of shit could only be cultivated in black wombs (easen up, easen up)
crack boom, early 80s, niggas whipping birds with gravy
thugging ’cause the world is crazy (yes), oyster rollie, pearl mercedes
fuck you, pay me, schools fuck you, those that make the rules fuck you (yo, king los)
buying silly jewels fuck you (hahaha)
presidents you choose fuck you
cancel culture, vulture, media and news, fuck+ (like that, like that, straight like that)
hold on, let me take my time
baby, listen line for line and god might show you the sign
she want air this nigga’s [?] ’cause we fire in a sack
no bull’, soon as my tour is over, i’mma hit her back
i drop a gem and i tip the scales of fly shit when we chat
she a cancerous likely that’s a toxic bitch, it’s trap
leo girl around me, i have her lion on her back
you can’t have her go become a virgin, god ain’t fixing that
you let her up the score peon, she a scorpio at that
she said her sun sign is a sash, but all she do is cap
’cause she the goat for giving niggas throat, flying across the map
it’s the age of aquarius, is your consciousness intact?
if she a pisces and her water broke (nah), look we could learn from that
i’m the one your whore will scope soon as you turn your+, look
she’s scar, i came up in these streets hard
she trying to fist a [?], bitch i need brain like the geek squad (yes)
i’m talking leave me drain to the stains make the sheets hard
she love me ’cause i’m 10 toes down and 6 feet tall
she want to get saucy, ride it like a seesaw
crib in the tropic smell like lavender and sea salt (los)
you trying to keep a change, he trying to chop it, set it free, dawg
he scared i show his whore a movie, you ain’t never see saw (horror movie?)
i’m the czar with these balls, who effing with me dog?
my aura cool from deep, i’m stephen with the three ball
this definitely my arena, i set the precedent with my integrity, my demeanor
impressive i’m always the precipice of the highest zenith
look at what i distinguish, my goal in my eyes, i’m kyrie when applying english
never seen this kind of g+nius, the child to t’challa, you niggas ruling
what kind of kingdom?
take the people, provide them freedom
you suckers is succubus, motherfuckers you bottom feeding
we said you mean, not a medium, you are not a demon
you little niggas is not what we see, you the same nigga be jocking the tree
you dumb if you think i’m sticking my dick in that dusty little pussy she prob in the streets
niggas be pushing a lot of deceit, propaganda that them rocking the sleep
your podcast be the broadcast for the large cast of the profit at least (facts)
look at you pushing the plot of the beast (facts), i wonder who line in your pockets with grease
[interlude: justin credible]
yo, los, nah, hold on
[?]

[verse 2]
you got it [?], won’t like it with me ’cause you not in the lead (keep going), i can go up the top and the top of the beat
it’s a whole list of rappers that i can compete (come on!), you can throw me a top that i can complete
locking with me ’cause you got to compete, you ain’t gonna never slide on the beat?
little niggas got a problem with me? okay, cool, got a capiche
dead+broke used to drive the caprice
fucked up used to dodge the police (i see you)
paid dues, but i got the receipts (i see you)
home of the wire, you got to believe
got to believe, you got to believe
home of the wire, you got to believe (show ’em)
no, fuck that
nigga you got to know (show ’em), if you trying to blow it’s a lot to achieve
please don’t watch the watch on my sleeve, don’t be jocking us watching us leave
how you giving us the side+eye from the sideline and you not in the league?
you get in the game and you not in the league, they mention the names and i’m not in the three?
what is the logic if niggas is popping a lot of the shit they adopted from me? i am the g (come on, los!)
i am the g (come on, keep talking to ’em), o+d (talk to ’em)
high+key (high+key), lowkey (lowkey)
aye, love myself (aye), aye, aye, go me, aye
she want the d from the og, spell it
i’m a dog (ooh), aye, no leash, hold up, huh
high+key (high+key), lowkey (lowkey)
you a alpha? bet. we gon’ see, hold on
he the whole alphabet he just ain’t no p, aye, aye
high+key (high+key), lowkey (lowkey)
try me (try me), i know street
hey, tough guy (tough guy), they don’t bleed (they don’t bleed)
you high see (talk to ’em), you so sweet (i see)
a problem (i see you), i don’t need (none of those)
bullshit (bullshit), i don’t see (none of that)
i work hard (work hard), get no sleep (every day)
i so good (so good), they go “sheeeesh” (hahaha)
you know the history, it ain’t no mystery
it ain’t no miss me, don’t need no company
it ain’t no misery need no assist, nobody assisting me
see the persistence, see the consistency?
low and behold is the flow of the century
no one is colder they know not to mention me
and not to mention, i mentally entered another dimension
i am a deity, i am an entity
interdimensional thinking ability
rappers a pitiful mental facility
this is my syllabus, not my soliloquy
nigga, my pen and my pencil could literally
heal the world and steal your girl, wraps of oyster filled with pearls
light a ocean filled with oysters
i pray your head ain’t filled with voices
i pray your day is filled with choices
your garage is filled with royces, your cups is filled with henny (yes)
play your nex is full of good sex and your friends ain’t filled with envy (come on)
lately i been feeling stingy with my love and i got plenty
since niggas filled with opinions, keep your pocket filled with pennies
that’s my two cents (ye), that’s my two cents
do my two steps (go crazy), they love my accent, hey, watch this
hey it’s power 106 (okay), it’s 100 degrees (aye)
it’s me and my nigga just’ (come on!), we just murdered y’all with frees’
aye, feel like mortal combat, murdered y’all with freeze
my flow is just sub+zero, aye, could you throw me a word, please?
oh, easy. let’s go+
easy let’s go, hold on, let me put that in the flow
i don’t really give a fuck about what these niggas say, they think or what they know, look
i can break it down, i can take it down, i can shake the ground like a earthquake
said baltimore, fuck all of y’all, fuck all of y’all, that’s my birthplace
look, give me another one
all right, let’s go big three
big three, pick me
hold on in a tribe, the first tribe was to pick me
that was up in the north zone
niggas can’t understand that i made all clones, all y’all
come home, call home, like et, i’m on tv
and i took the b put it on et, that’s bet
and i’m so good i could be et
and i might own bet, i don’t give a fuck, i’m on cds and on stereo+ hold on, nigga
y’all niggas venereal, this is an aerial
view from y’all can’t see, this is imperial
y’all niggas know (like that), like this is empirical
what you say?
let’s do like+ bars, bars
bars, hold on, bars, that rhymes with stars
and stars is far (that’s right) and you can’t touch those
i get my flows from the stars, i got too much flows, hold on
nobody but los, only me
i’m the homie, i’m the only one, i’m the only g, look
you say king los, they kiss the ring, keep the ring close
keep the thing close in case a nigga run up he going to sing toast
listen listen this is my motherfucking choir (come on)
la right now, the whole world is on fire (see that hey)
prayers out there to everybody that’s suffering
i know it’s fucked up and it’s tough for them
but we came here to drop bars off (crown)
top floor at the waldorf (let’s do it)
i fuck around in i come on
i don’t stop rapping, just going to have to get me, hold dog
he going to have to take the fucking walls off (king los)
yeah nigga, ain’t no call out, no call off, no stall off, fuck all y’all
i don’t really give a fuck, never see my flow fall
this protocol, this a free fall, this a freestyle (for real)
but guess what? (what up?)
it ain’t free now, it’s 2025, i need my money on the top
y’all niggas better give me mine, or know i’m coming off the top
yeah might be coming off the top
in the drop i’m coming off the top
your girl got in the drop, took the top off, she’s coming off the top
when she sucking, i’m coming off the top
you niggas get running off the block
i don’t give a fuck what y’all saying
right now it’s like 100 o’clock
that mean i’ve been rapping since my whole life and giving niggas all flows
i don’t give a fuck, you know my real name is carlos
yeah, but i’m not spanish though
but the gun is and i shoot that bitch like engl
don’t give a fuck what niggas talking about, ay play my singley
we going crazy
hey you know the model, nigga fuck you pay me

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