Killa

Two joints in the air Make that shit fly I'm looking for some new heights I done been high And yeah I been low And trust me it's shite So I'm just tryna live it up I'm tryna live life I just hope these motherfuckers Know that this guy Ain't slowing down for no one Trust me ima get mine So ima tell these motherfuckers It's like the fifth time You're witnessing the making of a legend With some sick rhymes Little bitch die Go and kill ya and self I know it feels Cause I've been in hell And yeah I've seen the devil And he made me a rebel And he told me a bunch of secrets But I'd never tell you I keep it to myself Shit I don't need ya help I just need a beat And some heat to melt These eediat neeks speaking like Their in a league with me Shits a cheek it's getting deep It's like I'm sitting in a well Shit, I just wanna I just wanna vibe I just wanna touch the sky All my life I've been like When will I get inside Of this industry Cause Killa B is one of a kind Always wondered why They hate me they're crazy I may be the greatest and lately I've been feeling really amazed With the way I create these Rhymes and these phrases They make me go crazy On the daily I be racing I be blazing Paper chasing And I ain't faking I feel amazing Put my mask on I feel like Jason And why these pagans Always hating But they won't have nothing to say When I sleigh them When I take them derange them And place them Inside of a grave And erase their whole faces I might just go mad And attack all these rappers Go back to my past What Was That on these rappers They're mad I'm so fast I could lap all these rappers Leave em last at the back Doing tracks on these rappers Look They ain't ever heard A motherfucker spitting realer And me I've been this way Since I was a little nipper Me Mam'd go sick if I was ever spitting near her But I never stop I ain't no quitter And I ain't gon' say it You know I'm a Killa Repping TH like I'm Tommy Hilfiger Got weed in my jigga I need me a bimmer A big heap of skrilla A house on the hill Just so I can eat dinner And all of my bruddas gone be there Breaking up bread Have a laugh and shit Roll up some peng Yeah that cannabis I'm on my savage shit You can not handle it Me I got bars for anyone who's challenging Who wants a battering I ain't gon' battle him I'm a just vanish him Burn him and scatter him Leave him there laid in the dirt like some packaging Tell that lil bitch I'm a off him and go Cause I got the power like Tommy and Ghost It's a rocky old road To the top ima go Try and stop me I won't Hesitate to go oh Man I'm finna go slice all these rappers And leave em for dead Leave all their families all grieving and stressed Screeve to the next While this weed in my chest Smell the peeve on my breath Think I need me a rest There's no rest for the wicked Wish death on the bitches Who never predicted I'd ever be shit I just hope them mofuckers Regret their decision When they see me ripping This level of spitting Look I never backed down Cause shit I'm back now And you don't want the smoke So lay the fags down I hear you mandem talking Ey what you chatting bout You ain't done nuttin coming out ya damn mouth I'm just doing me and trust me I ain't that proud But shit I've come a long way from the class clown You motherfuckers still living at ya mams house So stop talking rubbish Go and take the trash out How does that sound Ya little rejects I don't believe this These little eediats All on my penis Gripping and squeezing My hearts freezing It ain't even beating I be leaning I be screeving I be dreaming Of beating these heathens While I'm feeding these demons A reason To keep on repeating These feelings I'm feeling Fuck Oi It's Killa B all up in ya vicinity Just killing beats I've been doing this since a little G Since B2C All them motherfuckers up in the streets Be feeling me Man all I wanna do is just kill MC's I'm finna be The motherfucking realest there'll ever be I'm fucking Ah Oi Yours truly Killa B