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King Los

Carlos Coleman, better known by his stage name King Los or simply Los, is an American rapper. He originally signed to Yung Berg Label & Bad Boy Records during the 2005 in conjunction with his Bloc Incorporated record deal. After his deal fell through he returned to releasing music independently. Los signed to Diddy's Bad Boy Records again in February 2012, which is now distributed by Interscope Records. However, in March 2014, he would announce that he was again leaving Bad Boy and After Platinum Interscope. He is currently signed to Hitmaka's Yung Fly Movement label. more »

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(Tryin', tryin', tryin')
(To get you under)
Yeah (to get you under my pressure)
Ayo, turn my mic up a little bit (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
Check, check, check, yeah (to get you under my pressure)
Yo (ayo, Ahki)

I gave niggas flowers, they gave me dirt
So I just grew more flowers and made it work
See what I peeped is that, well we ain't gonna speak on that
'Cause this shit could get deep as where niggas bury their secrets at
Where they defeated at, is my connection on-lines 
And all the money they really spitting is Ethernets
They throw you niggas some pennies and make you rap for 'em
You do millions of views and end up feeling confused
'Cause it ain't translating over your platform
You got a mind of a slave I don't condone this shit
I do own whips and chains but watch your tone a bit
'Cause try to hang with the Mastermind and end up in a noose
Since you riding the wave and I rather own the ship
Why we even have these conversations?
He gon' think he want the smoke 'til he having complications
Last nigga I coached got a Grammy nomination
This is train with the killers
First niggas just came with the Fila
Last time I argued over views 
It was whether I could see the Mediterranean in Spain from my villa
My vision ain't the same as you niggas
If I was you what I would do is just listen and get game
I mean my name is a title, yours is a nickname
And I would never own my title just to sell it
I go at a nigga apple for my spot if I could help it
So what the f*ck is this? Look
Niggas talking cray on apps but when it comes to these raps 
They just show they true color and book
What the f*ck is the script when niggas bumpin' they lips
I ain't Bubba Gumpin' with shrimps
I ain't animated but I wrote them cartoons 
You suckers bump in your whips
I'm giving out gift bags at the Rapture 
My sixth dimensional craft do Zig-Zags through the blackness
Dis-fasten the magic, only spells you mismatched for the master
Now tell me which craft did you capture?
'Cause I exist in dimensions niggas is rarely in
And I rap in a bracket niggas is barely in
Oh he gon' rep-'til-he-in these muddy waters
I don't know how you claiming you a foe and I'm the alien
Niggas is foolish to taunt the monster
I do Chakra alignment on short notice
I'm known to sit in the darkness and chant mantras
While I'm doing my mudras in Full Lotus
This nigga Los is the lyrical psychosis 
The spiritual process every theory osmosis
If its my flow that's leavin' you pussies sick 
Than it should be diagnosed as venereal prognosis
To experience my focus you need Iron man 
'Cause I'm out of body and my material high voltage
Yeah, you bargaining with the one
You sure you wanna trade when you bartering with the gun
Here I am thinking niggas should thank me, now I'm Kirkin' on 'em
Frankly I am just out here arguing with my son
You ain't a legendary name, what am I to gain?
How you bitches big headed knowing I'm insane
This nigga think he wiggin', we can address it
But make up you wore my heels, I'm bringing your momma pain
Niggas can't out Fox me, I'm really the man
They be playing two roles like they really your fam'
I let the fans see that real kings tower 
And this nigga's uncool, I knew Junior was really a stan
Yeah, you been advised by the Chief
Trying to box with God, you minimizing your reach
You energized by the streets
If coming for my crown give you a surge 
Than you end up identified by your teeth, sheesh
You boys ain't no where near my professional range
It's disrespect, you just have to accept
You would have to astral project just to reach my celestial plane
He gon' lose, he ain't accessing the rest of his brain
I'm big dog, you not barkin', stop talking
Nobody compares Astin Martins to Doc Martens
Stop trippin', you not drippin', you bullshittin'
You not even a Scott Pippin
You more like Dennis Scott when the shot missin'
I shoot movies and plot twist them
Your Grey area is not wisdom
My rhythm and flow the best shit for real
Every rapper know I be on some next shit with skill
I never been one to chase pussy
But you fucked if you think I'd make it all the way to Netflix and chill
Perform in other countries living my dreams
Then come into America flippin' my CREAM
Writing for Empire while building an empire
No lying similar stories just through different Hakeems
I'm the best I ain't here to debate none of you niggas
I only came here to bait one of you niggas
So how you feeling?
Triggered or tricky? Doughboy or Ricky? 
Jody or Sweet P? Goofy or Mickey? Ja Rule or 50?
I move how I move 'cause y'all rules don't fit me
Niggas about to feel the difference im'a reveal
I spent a year and a half just getting out of my deal
Real fans stuck around 'cause they missed me out on the field
But the industry had a vision my inner God wouldn't feel
Now I'm back 'cause I'm at a different route I could kill
When you out the mud, you gotta get it out it for real
When its time to pay for that shit that's slippin' out of grill
Remember you ordered beef don't be slippin' out on the bill nigga

4-Peace, King
Yeah let's play ball 
Whoever, whenever, whatever, when, ha

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