Lyrics

You couldn't fit in my sauconies I'm here to leave a foot print follow my lead I'm the leader that the hood sent huh building With griots on pyramids of Kheops When niggas used to beat box on Liberty and Kelox Soul searching at the book stores Book whores in couture But sat with the realest that's what I stood for I keep my head moving In the valley them niggas do you foul and Smoke a doobie in the alley got with Clyp He got me shooting out in Cali We nasty master the art should never put it pass me move With the thoughts of Goliath None of y'all can match me brutal with these tunes I'm the Apache ruffian rap in the exact key As Michael as a latchkey Looking out the window it's exactly High noon for you to die soon tryna catch Zs Honesty Yo honestly, dispatch the first responders I lurk inside your conscious like verses from Pharaohe Monch and Pharaohgamo cognizant compare me not to none of em These peons gonna hate, but the juggernauts is loving it We represent a covenant, we keep sacred They talking drugs in their raps years later Caught crossing the street naked This is boss basics, hand gestures ostantatious Also the greatest my train of thought is gated A native with the tongue the guns blazing on the mundane Big Pun vein, getting dumb brain to numb pain Bills unpaid, I'll get to you back later, like a curl activator On a Mali train bumping some Ali Vegas A child of nature gave you candy just to acclimate ya Mostly an alchemist finally caught it like Adam Frazier My brush hits way deeper than a make believe drug flip I made believers outta hundred weekly when I bust clips My skin sun kissed, my kin son gets Anything he needs in perceived comforts I feed dumb kids dumb deaf and blind also dumb kids From dips I hit summits, that bitch humming In the loop Clypto, he knows his shit yo fuck a drum My voice percussion for the slums High consumption Big man on the block The one you talk about behind his back But when it comes to the wax You a mommas boy Drinking soy milk, I destroy filth Duck the cops and avoid guilt I take posses down, whole teams and collectives I'm answer it any age, OGs and newcomers Alkaline that toxic shit stay removed from us I'm counting bands you running behind advances Ja Morant leaner dunk on your bastards Who the champion?
Writer(s): Karim Bourhane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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