積分
演出藝人
Ka-Flame
饒舌
詞曲
Michael Octavious Parker
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Ka-Flame
製作人
歌詞
Keep it real, you got a lame **** stat
I got this shit locked, like it came with a latch
Wanna hear some gangsta shit? bitch I'm bringing it back
Know its over, when you hear my damn name, with that match
Ka-Flame on the track
Hitting them with the truth, only came with the facts
Stepped up in the booth, rearranged an attack
Just last week, didn't yo chain get snatched?
How you the man in ya town, but can't get pass us
Sit yo punk ass down, and shut yo bitch ass up
At a level, that you thinking, yall **** can reach
Yall ain't fucking with the Flame, ain't just a figure of speech
Being authentic, ain't something, that a **** can teach
Can't collab with ya, cause I know, that shit will be weak
Always talking bout these streets, like you really that guy
Even if you are connected, you ain't realer than I
Yea I still ain't retired, know they mad at the fact
That I dropped another album, guess they mad that I'm back
Say they loadin up the Chevy, steady grabbing them Gats
Say they want smoke, I'll make them have a asthma attack
Barely breathing on a stretcher, applying nothing but pressure
Try to give them game, they complain, about my lecture
Yes sir, takin aim from the chest up, callin out my name
Where you lame **** messed up bitch
Yea I'm back up on the scene, a real King, in my mind
**** talk a lot shit, that they ain't mean, at the time
In the studio killing, I'm supreme, with the rhymes
Am I wrong, for returning, to the scene of the crime
Yea I'm back up on the scene, a real King, in my mind
**** talk shit, that they ain't mean, at the time
In the studio killing, I'm supreme, with the rhymes
Am I wrong, for returning, to the scene of the crime
Flame be name, so insane, how I keep the heat
Main reason that, they ain't wanna feature me
Such a shame but, you know how these leeches leech
Lying to ya face, you know how them preachers preach
Time the war, finally start, then they wanna speak of peace
Write my rhymes, hit record, know I leave the beat deceased
Close ya eyes, meditate, know them guys, hella fake
No surprise, heavy weight, I supply, and dedicate
Nothing but fire, elevate, had to strive, for better days
Though I try, to educate, they collide, when metal spray
Slowly die, ya hesitate, in the sky, you'll levitate
Quick to rise, never hate, and I arrive, never late
Bitch I'm here
Trying to paint this muthafucking picture, crystal clear
Ka-Flame the main one, these lame **** fear
Stepped away, from this rap game, for a year
But I'm back ****
Yea I'm back up on the scene, a real King, in my mind
**** talk a lot shit, that they ain't mean, at the time
In the studio killing, I'm supreme, with the rhymes
Am I wrong, for returning, to the scene of the crime
Yea I'm back up on the scene, a real King, in my mind
**** talk shit, that they ain't mean, at the time
In the studio killing, I'm supreme, with the rhymes
Am I wrong, for returning, to the scene of the crime
Written by: Michael Octavious Parker
