O Kiddi K (feat. Remus)

Three brothers in that one whip

See them two brothers they don't fuck with

You got one brother with you that run stuff

You got one brother who ain't done shit

So you hop out with that odd job brother

One pokey-pokey, one long-stick

But that same brother who don't get involved

With that same brother

It's about eleven o'clock

Pigs about, federal watch

Scoring a jacket and telling us off

Couple of kiddies are peddling rock

I'm in no position to tell 'em it's wrong

Taught as a young'n to never be soft

Little did I know that we was just nothing but cattle

We're fighting a war that can never be won

Fuck all you starters the end is begun

Lord, pray for miracle

Pray that I never drop any subliminal

Pray that my dreams could never be literal

Fuck the bread, just give me the dough

Then I can make that shit on my own

Empty space I fill it with smoke

I lay awake and listen to ghosts

It's better than music

It's better than you pricks

You really should think of a better solution

Developing rumors

Can never be true shit, oh

The level improvement

I wow the crowd with excellence

However much you question this

There's more to die and less to live

There's more to life than all these cars

And clothes and diamond necklaces

Too busy focusing on the outside

To see the viruses within

See many fell like Icarus

No flaws, I rise like estrogen

These rappers feminine

The Lords all draw swords from Pegasus

No forgetting it

Junkyard battle cat

You remember me

Everybody talk a lot of fucking breeze

I don't see the point

Fuck what I want

Give me what I need

Don't try pretend that it's rainbows

When the shit's deep

Couple brothers in the slammer

If it ain't that then are deceased

There's something in the madness

Beneath the darkest shadows

Where the black hole isn't active

Consume you from the inside

This internal parasite's implosion

Feathers of the culprit

Flowing through this ever-dying ocean

Evidence of vultures

I see 'em flocking to the hopeless

Bow before your idols and your sculptures 'til this shit is over

Blame it on the soldier, now

Blame the preacher at the pulpit

Blame me, blame the world

Anybody but yourself, you hypocrite

Fucking with some warlords from Middle-earth

Whispers of a hidden curse

It's been a while

I'll still emerge like "what's popping?"

If man wanna block me

I'ma drop a bomb like hobgoblin

High beard, try see it

You're just a man

You can not stop me

I'll soar in from the mist

I'm so detailed that my chorus have a chorus

With a bridge

So analyze this, analyst

I been flowed on way before three-thousand and Marilyn

See everybody's tryna be the baddest

I don't see a baddie written in the script

This is for my mandem on the fucking wing

Free my brudda, got 'em locked down

Shits hostile

If you can't hack, better opt out

Compounds get run up in

They run wild, with blank face

Like mannequins

Stack a brick in hope that it might add an inch

I don't wanna bear bad news

But I'm afraid you man are shit

I don't wanna sound cliché

But for Pete's sake, what the fuck is this?

Man, I come in like Dru Hill

Just tighter jeans and less money

Name one tune you wrote

Look 'round, not one head nodding

This scene got me fucked up

Fucked up like ten mollies

Can't try these, sparks fly like misused electronics

Tell Charlie to drop bombs

Tell Lethal put Dench on it

Fake shit weren't meant for me

This shit sound like destiny

I wake up with a smile

Thank Lord for another day

Pray that I don't fall off again

Ain't nothing safe in the wild

I saw this from a child

Them youths better stop fucking with me

I rain down on the city

Come in through your ceiling

Hitting through your Achilles

How the fuck you feeling, wot?

Three brothers in that one whip

See them two brothers they don't fuck with

You got one brother but you on stuff

You got one brudda who ain't on shit

So you hop out with that odd job brother

One pokey-pokey, one long-stick

But that same brother who don't get involved

With that same brother

Look, Wizzy killing with the flow

O Kiddi K

Back in the day

I chiddy-chilled with the breddas on the road

I said back in the day

I said O Kiddi K

Well you heard what I say

'Cause you listen to the O

Yeah I came with the lyrics and a different sicker flow

You ain't came with the nothing, when you spittin its a

You ain't came with the nothing, when you spittin it's a joke

But, but let me rewind that and relax

Let me rewind that and relax

I said let me rewind that 'cause that's facts

You got stacks, hot tracks?

Rude boy, I don't rewind that 'cause that's trash

Listen, basically I rule

And again, basically I ball

And again, basically I spit bars till my face tickly and warm

Grave-diggidy guys try

Grave-diggidy guys fall

Brave slippery guys fight

Don't fuck with the bass, little brudda, not cool

Yeah, I be amazing emotional ocean

I roll with the focus to choke an opponent

Or open a nose with a vocal explosion

I'm overly cold, so the ocean is frozen

Yeah, I be the greatest so nobody's copin'

Yeah, I be the greatest so nobody's goin'

Going where?

To the cave, let me lace this flow

Back in the day, I was on that like I ate King Cole

So give me them lyrics, let me flow

See, like I was Ong-Bak with the eight inch poke

You blank slate, you zombie

You do handshakes and sip coffee

Cross the landscape, I get cross 'cause we all tryna be Rick Ross-y

See me, though, I'm over that

Yeah, me and my dons got loads of raps

I got tall ones, short ones

I never flow thin 'cause the flow is fat

Said of course, you like that

You like monotonic raps on a hype track

They just bop their head to the hi-hat

I don't like that, where's the mic at, I'm in charge

Now bro, I need now dough, like Ronaldo

I don't follow fashion, I set trends

'Cause I'm too sick, I need Calpol, It goes

I be writing down everything that I see

Went from my flat at the seaside to chillin' with Chani in Battersea

Got couple zoots in my bag so I'm jamming and chatting all happily

Everyone knows that I come with the dank thing

You ma are pissed cause you come with the wacker weed

Rollin with Bo to the club meaning everyone's acting all shook at me

Me, I be looking all happy, but none of them mandem will look at me

So then speak when you tryna be humble and everyone's acting all booky

Said it's peak when you tryna be humble

Them man, they want take a pic of me

I said I'm holding a glass full of lemonade

Serenading my lady as we celebrate, yeah

Walk in the party, we never late 'cause when I dress, I don't hesitate

Smoking a spliff at the back with the mandem, I blink as I meditate

Everyone knows that I come with the heavy thing

You man are are pissed cause you're moving all featherweight

Moving all featherweight, everyone knows that you're moving all slyly

I got the talented **** behind me, spitting it grimy

Most of these man going on like they're bad

'Cause they're wicked at Tai-Chi

Everyone knows that I double time when I rap

That's when the man say I be spittin' it Siamese

Sitting in town on a cold day in the cold rain doing cocaine

Are you mad in the face or the nose bone

You got no brain, you like Cobain

You can come with your high top or your low fade

When I spit, its a close shave

Said, you could come with your eyedrops or your lipstick

When I spit, I watch no face

Rollin with black ink in the club meaning I be getting in freebie

Rollin with True Fizzy, Wizzy and Jhars, Busy and TC

Most of my mandem be spitting it sick though you need to believe me

Everyone knows Wizzy come with the big team

Your team pissed 'cause you're spitting it teeny