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kxng crooked - order 66 (musar) lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah

[verse 1]
independent, i’ma give you n+ggas nothing but that west coast sh+t
i’m throwin’ the west up like a machiavelli in a death row pic
i’m bulletproof, vest up, so your bullets ain’t makin’ my dress code drip
i’m puttin’ my foot in the enemy’s ass and sh+t out a retro 6
i’m f+ckin’ my neck up, 20 gold chains, neck so lit
feelin’ good like i’m on some xo, feelin’ xo lit
that’s why i had to give the death blow to my ex+ho
her respect low, so i said, yo, there the dough go
don’t step slow, h+ll no, yes, bro, let’s go in
talkin’ real sh+t
rappers out therе droppin’ record after record, homiе, i don’t even feel sh+t
nothing f+ckin’ with the real sh+t, not a lil’ bit
the crooked come and hit the k!ll switch
haters try to block, arms up, but i still swish
let it go, glock go boom, bullets start singin’ like autotune
married to the culture of hip+hop, i’m hip, but i didn’t have to hop no broom
i’m your groom, hoppin’ out of my cocoon when the time is opportune
a villain gettin’ green in the hood while i rock a full metal jacket like doctor doom
y’all talkin’, i hardly listen, i’m sparkin’ wisdom, i’m part of that
art division, cardiac heart conditions, smarter rap artists that start to dissin’
this authorism, this barbarian barbarism
i’m a bar magician, i’m a barmatician, who’s all in the garveyism i’m a car collision, i smack beats, push your driver to the backseat
you david duke in your white hood, i’m teddy riley on my black street
i’ma clap beat on a drum loop when the track meet, i’m a athlete
your simple instrumentals b+tt crack, that’s why you always get your ass beat in a rap beef
i’m an lbc where the s+x get thrown, the west is known as a reckless zone
it’s a death wish, walkin’ with your necklace on
your chest get blown, you best get gone
i’m a kush+te king in the flesh and bone, never left this throne, god bless this song
i’m speakin’ in a universal language whenever the record’s on
i’m rosetta stone
[verse 2]
no way the g’s won’t feel me, i take a hard beat
give it a heartbeat, give it a voice and won’t give it a choice
when it’s screamin’ out, “please don’t k!ll me”
take his life, it won’t be no after
go apocalypse, stole his confidence
put this beat in a ghost sarcophagus and bury that b+tch by cleopatra
got zero laughter, ain’t sh+t funny
i evolved the whole west with a verse on kurupt’s album
i don’t give a f+ck, can’t n0body take this from me
perform my verse on steppa, a lot of y’all rap like a ancient mummy
f+ck it, i’ma be a counterfeiter when it’s time to y’all
i’ma just stay up and make this money (k!ll ’em)
then i put a little cheese out, where you rats hidin’? (get ’em)
i’m mj with the moonwalk, i’m backslidin’
k!ll your whole top ten and i’m just on the track vibin’
couple bags in the shopping cart, y’all sack ridin’
musar, ethics in this sh+t, musar
battle with the devil at the crossroads, you’da sold your soul like a rock ‘n roll blue star
and i just mix your weak ass like you wheatgrass, that’s a juice bar
i don’t give a f+ck who you are, i’m too hard, order 66, musar musar, musar, musar, musar

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