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And here I thought I was done with all of the dumb challenges,
Disturb the King's rest, you testin the wrong malices,
Especially with that popcorn, pop songs, suburban moms rock in they top songs, while they pop on, Xanibars until they tops gone,
This is that, get a gat, niggas go and pop wrong then got gone, (YOU NOT WRONG)
You came in to MOVE, now I'm Philly, now your block's gone,
Skills is what's heavy when the levy of the spot's gone,
The funny thing little buddy, is you muddying the waters, I'm a Redman student stand studying the martyrs,
Hand putty to the Carters,
Your pen game nice as me?
With no ink in the quill and still spill it all spitefully?
Rightfully the crowns mine, I Finally found time,
The liquor got you tripping and I finally found mine,
The King is in the name your position is forfeit, KosMos is in the place and into Space Im in orbit,
That's far past a higher-level, Sire-level, godlike, Fire-level nuclear, the sun'll make you nod right?
You said you want the heat but now that the pan's scolding,
Could you really do yourself without all of the hand holding?
Id say call for back-up but all of ya man's foldin,
Five mics is on fire and all of my hand's scolding,
And there ain't no kinda battle where all of your fans holding,
But I'll give you a few props cause you feeling you stand boldened,
But my middle name is Midas, the highness, the man's golden,
This shit is hip-hop so I hope you can stand molding,
Here's the thing Jang there's no buying your own dues,
So I'll give you more props when you tying your own shoes.
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap