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king madi & type1ne - rondo (feat. powa tripp) lyrics

[intro]
when will people see?
it’s easier, living in harmony

[verse 1: powa tripp]
ha+ha, sike!
as i open up on the mic, this sh+t therapy
you should really beware of me
i’m powa tripp, none of you rappers can reverse my polarity
on my indie in this rap game like i’m a cherokee
you should quit with your heresy
your persona a parody
f+ck a parrot, you parakeet
yeah, bird boys i hear you caw, think you cold?
just know you can get thawed out!
best watch who you call out, it should have been for your momma
i’m tmt with the drama
really, if that’s what you wanna call it?
i walk it like i talk it, so i can tell when a foe is crawling
bear with me, i’m steady mauling
with lyrics, i stay assaulting
the weight that i carry, i swеar they’ll never comе close to hauling
not even with construction equipment, open your ears and listen!
from the depths i have risen, you can’t deny my existence
my punchlines be hitting something like sonny liston (bip!)
forrest gump, cross+country, i’ma go the distance (tripp!)
rap is my reality, i’m not chasing the dream
this a casualty, i’m chalk outlining the beat
pt the type of 1ne that’s second to none
you done heard it from the pharaoh, now let kingdom come, b+tch!
[verse 2: king madi]
yo, i’m a pro with the condescending
oppositions get clocked and witness the top position
it gets hard to listen to an artists’ sh+t when
it’s constantly clouded by the sound of sh+tting
rappers bite like apples, but they don’t compare
make ’em fall like stocks, ’cause this flow i don’t share
do you really wanna go there?
getting on beats, not keeping up with the snares
i keep ’em aware, sliding on the beat like ribsticks
give you bitter and sweet like prison visits
y’all more useless than an appendix
have them features, still can’t tell the difference
i’m like, are they okay, yo? (ahh!)
i think they all k.o.’d (ahh!)
aristotle and socrates know i don’t plato (ahhh!)
these rappers are fun to eat, but i don’t playdough
who would have thought i’d hurt so many feelings rapping ’bout mayo???
king

[verse 3: type1ne]
worked hard for all the sh+t that looks easy, excuse me
take you to the beach, bump weezy where it’s breezy
she always gotta tease me, came fast best believe me
in the speedlift bumping heavy got two shorties in the bentley
gently, tell me why they don’t accept me?
but who’s snapping on your track except me?
don’t tempt me, got the answers like jeopardy
tackle the game like i’m strumming in some rugby
funny feet, dropping tips, straight undies
smoking joints with that mango cut (?)
b+tches used to call me ugly, d+mn
i wrote this sh+t in the condo
if i make a play, i run it back like i’m rondo
with my arm blown, city i’m from is toronto
pot smoke in the section, type1ne b+tch you guessed it
and them opps see me, but they can’t catch me, must’ve missed ’em
crushing simpsons, this the f+cking life i’m living
if i told you straight up dawg, you’d say i’m f+cking kidding
on a mission to slam the ball into the end zone with conviction
yeah, that ball be seeing green, they want a real emcee
i’m not even ranked on no list like enc
these opportunities talking to me
b+tch it’s t+y+p+e+1+n+e

- king madi type1ne lyrics

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