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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Koan Kenpachi
Koan Kenpachi
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyrone Sims
Tyrone Sims
Songwriter
Rodney Weber
Rodney Weber
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Koan Kenpachi
Koan Kenpachi
Producer
Rodney Weber
Rodney Weber
Producer
Erin Brazley
Erin Brazley
Producer
Gabriel Velasco
Gabriel Velasco
Recording Engineer
Misha Kachkachishvili
Misha Kachkachishvili
Mastering Engineer
Esplanade Studios
Esplanade Studios
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Fuck the Beatles I rock it with cockroaches Kick it with dead people and battle with psychosis Fuck the Beatles I rock it with cockroaches Kick it with dead people and battle with psychosis Fuck the Beatles I rock it with cockroaches Kick it with dead people and battle with psychosis Fuck the Beatles I rock it with cockroaches Rock with it cockroaches, rock with it cockroaches Koan spit on a God level And still burn the soul outta rappers like I'm the devil With Supremium spit Nigga get ya shit lit up chest hit up Face missing from the chin up These niggas posing like bitches I guess they pin ups And I remain a killa forrealer to keep my sin up Rhymes ripping ya skin up Time nigga it's been up I'm extra dimensional It's essential I hit ya men up Yeah This is actual supernatural energy Coming through ya vicinity Flowing outta me Constantly Killing and killing its like I'm cursed Every single verse the voices is loud And it's getting worse I'm outta control and I can't stop A mother fuckin monster I'm killin this hip hop You get mopped and dropped off top Real nigga from the Southside Daily Bread got these niggas scared of coming outside Fuck the Beatles I rock it with cockroaches Kick it with dead people and battle with psychosis Fuck the Beatles I rock it with cockroaches Kick it with dead people and battle with psychosis Fuck the Beatles I rock it with cockroaches Kick it with dead people and battle with psychosis Fuck the Beatles I rock it with cockroaches Rock with it cockroaches, rock with it cockroaches You niggas rappin soft and bitch made So get sprayed With this attack It's automatic And shatter ya status quo and in fact I get to battling niggas who wack Corny and lack a backbone like you My grammatical styles is acrobatic I smile when I'm stabbin ya child in the neck With this lyrical black death You ain't even posing a threat Koan I make it so you ain't even taking a breath Yeah And when you die I'm on the other side Kill you again that's what we call spiritual homicide My dark presence is evident I'm malevolent Prevalent in ya settlement killing all of your relatives My dark passenger sick I wanna massacre rappers who think they the baddest Whatever the status You in the kill box nigga what the fuck did you think You only Alfred while I'm Bruce Wayne breaking the banks Nigga.
Writer(s): Tyrone Sims Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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