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slyrex - king flow lyrics

they say i got a bad habit
predisposition for going ham
and they bad habit:
they geek when they dissing, i’m throwing hands
bad habit
creep & they twisted while throwing bands
and crack addicts, n-gga don’t tell me bout my bad habits
bout to math lab it
switch in e for the a
like n-ggas do with drinks when they dropping e to get laid
they’ll burn in h-ll
deep, they teeming with demons, my team got a sweet allegiance, we creep in then leave em sprayed
that’s a metaphor
cause i could get em or dead em
floor gas pedals towards
a flower shop to get their last petals for
the funeral, and i don’t smoke weed
don’t come to me with that pot cause i’m a black kettle, bored
of biters & k!lling cyphers
sorry to disappoint but at this point i find that it’s pointless like k!lling lifers
i’m the villain, hyfr
take care, my bars hot in this
no ecstacy, you e-gypped, in a sarcophagus
i said e-gypped n-gga
like you gypped of e
funny how that line’s easier to get when i say it differently
this a different league of rap
how you think you can get to me?
you should get febreeze as i breeze
now let me do some tricks with e’s
get it, e again
but at the same time it was tricks with ease
like it’s nothing cause it’s nothing, i’m g-ssed but my gas tank sits at e
i hate joseph smith
and you’re to rap what he is to me
inflammatory like a histamine
nothing
he treats you like you’re his to be
but then talks about you like you’re just a chick to squeeze
quit fronting
don’t act like the trap’s for the kids to be
quit stunting, cause honey’s attractive to the different bees
and it’s bompton when you walking
brazy when you talking
deranged & crazy slaving cause your face is what i’m watching
it got awkward when i said slave, don’t tell me i trip
like when i’m with a chick and a white dude tells me i’m whipped
look in the mirror, illest rapper in the game i see
ask around & who say it not me?
people hate? ah please
underestimate the great i’ll be
but i don’t trip though, c’est la vie
i can switch flow
hit em with a little different tempo
have you thinking i’m schizo, cause my pencil stay on e
king murked, where the prince go
never let em get ahead cause they just slow
starting to get my gist, bro? you p-ssed? oh, well hey, i’m pleased
see em makin jokes about dystonia out my window & i’m just froze
like how ignorant you gotta be to insult
the people suffering from this cold
disease & then you just flow
about it like nothin hurts em, quick blow
you officially on my list bro
but wait, i’m tryna flex
and that would make this song conscious
but i gotta address the fact that rappers just make me nauseous
i like chance, k. dot, cole, ab-soul but bro, i better be cautious
cause rappers get they feelings hurt & throw disses its preposterous
but dissing is their loss, but
the distance disses dig dividing dogs who got each other’s digits
dis-attach & distract & disorient this disorder then disseminates until entertainers are warriors & stories are
acted out as euphoria dissipates & you delve of dimensions that before you had
just mocked as a lack of discipline dissing your war & you didn’t know that in the distant future you’d be the storybook
you detested, ignorance deforming your diligence, now your illegitimate pilgrimage to villages are spent ripping & pillaging the children & the women & all the men that you k!lling &
you are officially the destroyer of your religion
lames exit my lane fast
these n-ggas acting like broads is who that’s aimed at
with your weak lines
these 9’s will rock a fella so blaze past
and i just turned this catwalk into a dame dash

- slyrex lyrics

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