The King Heard Voices (feat. Kendra Morris)

Hey, yo, my glass arm's bulletproof

My bullets got glass tips

My guns are so big that they dislocate hips

Slip discs, leave 'em mangled like gorillas in the mist

And your rib cage get caved like you was punched with an iron fist

Twisting, mind state's even genius

And my wordplay sauté, right up with the meanest slang

I drop lingo, bingo, I hate poser

Got the chick wetter the hands of the pool guy

Who am I? I'm mister GFK

First to set it off, last to run away

I don't play, I'm a menace

Feared like the dentist

Real street ****, you hear it in every sentence

Where Ghost or Dennis, I'm a legend in the hood

The Wallabee Champ's still up to no good

Lay wood, sip an ice cold bottle of Guinness

And how your bitch suck me off till the beer is finished

Far inside my drifting head (Fuck with me)

The stories that I ever read

They take me there

(This sound like I'm in a haunted fucking church or something right now)

Far inside my drifting head

The stories that I ever read

They take me there (Uh huh)

Greatness is nothin', I'm like the next Nike ad

Define me bad, I bring all hell

Like, "Why you mad?"

My soul sonic force, I make the planet rock

Loud pack rap, hear it from my half a block

End up the scatter shot, murder is the case, still

You get your face booked for a couple face bills

The love is fake, but the hate's real

And here were they before the deal?

I'm sayin' fuck how they feel

Lean on 'em, it's just routine on 'em

Call 'em supreme, my team ballin'

The cream callin'

Ain't no mistakin' 'em, maybe prayin', I'm stakin' 'em

Racing to stay on pace with 'em, paper chasin', I'm raking in

Blake Griffin, how I slam

Stay spittin' that pimp

The bass kick straight lift 'em out the stands

Made man, hunger more

It's like a stomach roar

My lines shine on the mic like chrome twenty-fours

Far inside my drifting head

The stories that I ever read

They take me there

(This some horror shit, wild shit, yeah)

Far inside my drifting head

The stories that I ever read

They take me there

Don't get dumped over beef like some marinade

Life's a masquerade, I put on a mask and raid

I smack a rapper like I'm slappin' on some aftershave

There's a wide line between bein' brave and actin' brave

Used to bein' on a train, bangin' Jack of Spades

Now these groupies want the D like a passin' craze

Don't get it twisted like my daughter Allie's braids

Keep on talkin' that shit and get your casket laid

You ain't a dealer, you fakin'

You flippin' bricks, you a mason

But peep it, you don't keep it a secret when hands shakin'

Your army march slow, 'cause the Czar flows

The Czar roll

Like Superman's arch foe, it's actually Lex

When I'm actually grabbin' and slappin' the back of your neck

For comin' at your face, I'm makin' leaps while you run in place

Another victim, bars like I got a lust for prison

But the stuff I'm pickin', they corrupted like the justice system

Black riddle feelin' trapped in America

'Cause the cops got our man, Captain America

With that iron, man, they put you in the dirt

A frying pan with no body cam, another body down

Another senseless act of violence

Triggered by the easily triggered long arm of the law

In other news, Kim Kardashian's thieves have disappeared in

Tiger's Woods

Now, let's get back to the real shit