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KXNG Crooked & Joell Ortiz

Almighty

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Rap

Almighty was released on March 11, 2022 by Hitmaker Music Group/Hitmaker Distro as a part of the album Rise & Fall of Slaughterhouse

Song Details

AlbumRise & Fall of Slaughterhouse

Release DateMarch 11, 2022

LabelHitmaker Music Group/Hitmaker Distro

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM86

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

KXNG Crooked

Vocals

Joell Ortiz

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Joell Ortiz

Songwriter, Composer

Dominick Wickliffe

Dominick Wickliffe

Songwriter

Lyrics

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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