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Almighty
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Rap
Almighty은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2022년 3월 11일일에 Hitmaker Music Group/Hitmaker Distro에서 발매되었습니다.Rise & Fall of Slaughterhouse
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발매일2022년 3월 11일
라벨Hitmaker Music Group/Hitmaker Distro
언어English
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크레딧

실연 아티스트
KXNG Crooked
KXNG Crooked
보컬
Joell Ortiz
Joell Ortiz
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Joell Ortiz
Joell Ortiz
작사가 겸 작곡가, 작곡가
Dominick Wickliffe
Dominick Wickliffe
작사가 겸 작곡가

가사

I don't think I ain't got my ear to the streets (You know)
I hear the chit-chatter
Uh, alrighty, all hail the Almighty, despite all of your false ID
Allergies that occupy the top, you're cream of the crops, all slightly
Light in the ass, I'm all lightning
Jab, jab, cross, jab, uppercut, jab, look
I'm all Brooklyn like ZAB's hook
My ab took money before rap, I was partnering with some bad crooks
Looking like your pops in the face, I had your dad shook
Shorty, don't get popped in the face or get that ass whooped
Grew up where crack cook, you typing on a apple
I'm from the rotten apple, different version of how Max look
Extended clip, diesel like Shaq foot
My rap book saved a lot of **** from that pain I was giving out
That ten I was dishin' out
Not to crack fiends, I'm talking 'bout the last scene where Kane was just spitting out
Looking up at Stacey, now you gotta stay sit
They say, "You keep playin' with fire, you burn"
Every time I play with fire, I acquired returns on my investment
And lessons you'll be dyin' to learn
Like don't sleep on dishonesty and lying to earn
Every time I'm on a beat, I treat it like it's my turn
The verdicts out to your hearing's adjourned is firm
Put my life in these sentences, it's bars forever
I put scars together regardless whoever, your market is better
All you marks mark for death when I mark up this paper
I'm grade A, accordin' to legends that's markin' my paper
So when you act like you the best, that's awkward behavior
But don't call me the savior, I'm just awesomely favored
When you got rappin' power, you could take half a bar off like it's happy hour
My chat devours half you cowards
Please don't pass me flowers till my casket's lowered or I'm ashes
Here's a classic YAOWA
We use words like honor, code, loyalty
We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something
You use them as a punchline
I grew up where crip signs are threw up
They dressed like suicide bombers, their clothes blew up (Get 'em)
My burner is the Star Trek enterprise
The hard tech energize, lift your whole crew up
You cappin' like Kirk, though, ****, where your work go?
Still passin' hoes 'round the circle, no
One main bitch that'll murk you
Ass is smashin' the purple turbo Porsche, going berserko
Your body drop while I'm knockin' out some features
Going dumb in the booth like ****
Droppin' outta English after sockin' out the teacher
I crocodile my sneakers, I'm flippin' policemen off with Pac poppin' out the speakers
I was that poor kid climbin' in your window, fix me a bowl of cereal
Then, I just stole your stereo, sold that shit on Imperial
Fuck with my old material, my bars bring death to your ears
(But you don't hear me, though)
Bust a cap 'cause I'm hardcore, double back that's a encore
Couple Macs in a duffel bag and a hunnid racks in the car door
Long Beach over bags, **** got colostomies
Striking up the gang tag on million dollar property
Get hit with choppers properly, they spit with high velocity
Blast Master Chris shit, this is my philosophy
Di-di-di-da, di-di-di-di-di, da-di-de
We can get you touch if you in New York or L.A. (Hard)
Honor, code, loyalty
Written by: Dominick Wickliffe, Joell Ortiz
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