Wordplay Kingz Uzified (feat. Jae Millz)

(Israel aka King Izzy: verse 1)

All I ever wanted was a lil bit of fame

Make a lil money and a lil bit of change

Leave my stain on the brain of this game

Take down planes with my brain when I aim//

Mind so sharp, I can cut through augurs

Mindset walk like a church girl whoring

I see thoughts like a bird that’s soaring

Feed on corpse while the champagne pouring//

Y’all be partying, I be in the booth

I don’t do no arguing, I be on the roof

Picking off artists, and shoot ‘em in it, too

Wordplay forms, it’s fluent with the truth//

(Israel aka King Izzy: hook)

Where was y’all at when I couldn’t get heard?

Underground king, in the ring wit this rap

All I ever had was my balls and my word

I don’t break either, go “bing” when it slap//

I don’t make songs, I just make spins

Money so long, I don’t make friends

I just make broads wanna give me their ends

Give me they check, and she give me her friends//

(Major L.O.W: verse 2)

I ain’t gon’ like: I don’t give a fuck what you like

Most of y’all suck on the mic

**** be rapping all tough when they write

Knowing they softer than nuts on a dyke//

I’ma be blunt, I got a club fulla spikes

Just looking for reasons to cut, ya lights, off

It’s Scorpio season for life

I’ll beat the fuck out a thief in the night//

The sloppiest stuff they release getting hype

**** pleading for likes in they streams like it’s nice

Leave it to me, your feature-for price

I’ll tease your release and delete it for spite//

(hook)

(Claymore: verse 3)

I don’t wanna do all the back and the forth

I’m just backing ‘em down, put your back on the floor

**** gotta know that I’m back in the town

When I’m clapping these rounds, now you flat in the morgue//

Music to tune out the noise in the background

Boot up computer, need backup, of course

I just wanna blow out the back end on whores

Then I laugh to the bank, get the backends for sure//

Grabbing the hatchet, i’m slashing, it’s magic

Dividing your body to halves and to fourths

Pass me the torch, I will blacken your corpse

When I black out on mics and go back in for more//

(hook)

(Jae Millz: verse 4)

Yuh, now they wanna gimme they ear

I was spittin’ real talk they ain’t wanna hear

Where I’m from, fake killas gotta stand clear

Where I’m from, killas get killed over stares (Harlem)//

Where I’m from, bodies get found under stairs

Jackboys robbin’ ‘cause they don’t wanna share

They ain’t shooting in the air, nah, they shooting right there!

Yeah, do you foul, when was life fair? (never)//

Where was y’all when I had to flip packs

Investing in work, praying that it come back

I gotta thank the Lord for the grind and the slaps

Luggage in the front wit the engine in the back//