[Verse 1: King Los] To recognize the genius I am You'd have to have one foot on Venus to even visit these arenas I'm in Now did I say arenas or Serena's? I kill shit, Venus/Serena's, I kill shit, I Gilbert Arenas I'm ill wit' the skill wit', the skill wit' If this the shit that I build When I'm buildin' a buildin' built with a billion builders That's buildin' a buildin' on top of this one No feelin' is toppin' this one No villain is stoppin' this one That'd be a dark night, won't it? While overlookin' my city, had a Dark Knight moment I'm overlookin' my city, same city that overlooked me Now it's back to back tours, cause cities just overbook me Speaking of Dark Knight, I know some jokers that scheme Cuz I done blew up somethin' sick like the openin' scene Not to mention, nobody gon mention you this year You just a joker, I really made the pencil disappear I got that Edgar Allen Poe flow, bars like a bear trap Shakespeare's only rebuttal would be a head scratch I haven't been amateur, ever, never Iambic pentameter, clever, better Nobody even seems this deep I got niggas stayin' awoke to put my dreams to sleep But, watch me maneuver New maroon drop for my jewel I need moon rocks for my mule, I'm the future Tell these niggas I need my proper spot They a bunch of Papa Docs and Chocolate Drops My 16's proper, give me my props or not I went Pac at 16 when my Pops was shot Uh, it left my mind out of place I guess that's why in my rhymes, I spend time out of space So, I speak life, rappers talk Can't be a rap god if you've never rapped for God Gotta be close to him like the woman in The Bible who felt she could be blessed just to grab his cloth Uh, bulletin: we full of sin If we wade in the water, the weight of it might pull us in They, fake, fake, fake, fake, fake Can't fake what you ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't Wait, if you're searchin' for a way, wait I made a way, all my homies used to weigh weight Brakes, pump your brake, brake, brake, brakes My niggas break in and take, they don't take breaks I can't fail, I don't believe in it You don't possess humble nor obedience Comedians told me that I wouldn't fly I remember losin' family members and I wouldn't cry Nigga if you had wooden eyes You could see I'm fly in my future, so why wouldn't I? I'm too good, these niggas good and high Boys in the hood don't rock wit' you Cuba Goodin' guys Niggas on that "be alike" shit Guess they "copy, paste" us cause we the right clique Uh, get it? Right click, copy, paste? Life hit a rocky phase, ice wrist, Versace shade White whip, a hockey blade, grill like a hockey mask Chop it like a hockey stick, niggas pop it to pocket cash Talkin' bout you poppin' gas, runnin' wit' those sloppy cats Same suckas probably be watchin' you get your pockets tapped Fuck all that cocky shit, where I'm from they cocking straps Think you wavy 'til you get hit with 8 in your stocking cap But, I choose to excel Made my old ex mad, gave my new ex hell Went from no X to one X to two X, well I been nice since my tee shirt was 2XL Yeah that's XX, like two exes ago But it's still all love like X's and O's Cause at some point, we feel we have exes who owe You know an explanation why they made an exit, and oh If you think I'm talkin' bout my exes, come on, man Tell XXL they got one more chance But, man I lay low If I ain't on ya list, then that bitch don't exist, Manti Te'o I'm anti aye-bro, that shit they puttin' up corny Tell these niggas they ain't good enough to bore me I'm just paintin' so y'all see the story I can't be guarded in rap, to God be the glory KingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
