Kick It Wit Me

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Killa Chronic

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I need a moment of clarity, pick up the pen and I put down the celery
Stalk, I'm inhaling, I'm feeling you feeling like I'm just a Mexican begging for charity
Bitch, I'm an earner deserving the treasury, I got three kids, I put down my legacy
Ain't no stability, just an epiphany, that 23 year old chronic is history
I'ma get drunk, smoke up an ounce, like it or not, that's my identity
Get with my boys, hit up your grandma's house, shot everybody and lit up the Christmas tree
That kind of energy eventually gets the police to want you underneath the facility
You don't wanna see no penitentiary, rather find Jesus and start up a ministry
I need some medicine, possibly Hennessy, put down the drink
Pick up the very cheap glock that I got from a seller of weaponry
Mentally set to be ready for enemies, peddling anything under the heavens
Long as these fiends keep ingesting this chemistry, lot of these rappers don't even wanna mention me
I'm executing lyrical vasectomies, I'm in the middle of villain and civil
Scandalous kid that'll scribble a riddle, your compliments tickles
My ego, it fizzles into confidence and my audience triples
This is the pinnacle, this is the peak, communicating with you live from the peace
Of mind that is granted whenever I'm damaging mics and I'm emptying clips into beats

Kick it wit me for a minute while I hit it from the side
4 deep in the ride, smoke sweets till I die
Any given 20 minutes, getting high off of that killa
Yeah, yeah, kick back, blaze it up, blaze it up, kick back
And I don't give a f*ck, do I make myself clear
Kick it wit me for a minute while I hit it from the side
4 deep in the ride, smoke sweets till I die
Any given 20 minutes, getting high off of that kills
Yeah, yeah, kick back, blaze it up, blaze it up, kick back
And I don't give a f*ck, do I make myself clear

Burying instruments deep, under the dirt where they never recover
An arrogant sucker attempting to revive it back with his rapping'll
Perish this summer, a serious clusterfuck coming together
I rhyme anytime and no matter the weather
As fine as some wine that was kept in a cellar
Up top and I'm flying helicopter propeller
Y'all need a session of therapy, y'all need a lesson
Apparently, listen up carefully
What you have being presented to you in the flesh is a rarity
Test if you dare to see, I seen your best it's hilarity
SNL parody, I'm unimpressed, it's embarrassing
I'm from that Texas we thoroughly built
Y'all little tricks got security quilts
We at the top of the pyramid still
Kicking the shit that'll scare & give chills
Inferior skills get extinguished, you facing a genius
And y'all just some little huerquios
Palabras like bullets ejected from steel
When I crept in the building and kept it concealed
Ya fucking guppy
I'm the hook and the line and the fisherman's reel
I'm wheeling and dealing and spinning the wheel
Get your captain, lieutenant, and general killed
Who said that I won't? Well, tell him I will
And then let em melt from the chemical spill
They skeptical, let it go over my head as I flow
Cigarillo of dro, cup of regular joe
Caffeinated and blowed calculated
Composed y'all awakened the ghost

Kick it wit me for a minute while I hit it from the side
4 deep in the ride, smoke sweets till I die
Any given 20 minutes, getting high off of that killa
Yeah, yeah, kick back, blaze it up, blaze it up, kick back
And I don't give a f*ck, do I make myself clear
Kick it wit me for a minute while I hit it from the side
4 deep in the ride, smoke sweets till I die
Any given 20 minutes, getting high off of that kills
Yeah, yeah, kick back, blaze it up, blaze it up, kick back
And I don't give a f*ck, do I make myself clear

I'ma spaz on the track
A massive attack of the heart
Don't start, get your ass handed back
To your mom with a card saying that bastard is wack
Now the bitch, wheezing hard having
Anaphylactic seizures
I breeze through calamity
Count on me like seasonal allergies
I'm a samurai suffering insanity
Coming with a cavalry and uneventful tragedies
I cut you like calories
I don't need no help, I got it covered like canopies
You snakes don't rattle me, expose you to reality
You ain't rooted to it like a cavity
You're all sensitive & shit
Holes in your body, I never miss when I hit
It's killa chronic with the wit to bomb a nation
You just an abomination offending my congregation
You need a combination of various medications
And constantly have to take them
I'm just saying
You gotta take a back seat to my obligations
I'm Contemplating to clap or conversate
I'm actually on vacation relaxing
With a tray on my lap and a model basking
In the rays, I'm laughing at your hatred
Perhaps then I'm a stay
A terrorist threat, grab a tec, retaliate
Threaten, assassination, attempts and agitate
Catch a glimpse of what you're missing
Resist but can't escape
A basket case, a nut, a cashew laced
With angel dust
I'm a game of Russian roulette
With a fully loaded six-shooter
Plus eighty cut throat intruders
Telling you, give me the loot
And them faded Chucks
Give it up

Kick it wit me for a minute while I hit it from the side
4 deep in the ride, smoke sweets till I die
Any given 20 minutes, getting high off of that killa
Yeah, yeah, kick back, blaze it up, blaze it up, kick back
And I don't give a f*ck, do I make myself clear
Kick it wit me for a minute while I hit it from the side
4 deep in the ride, smoke sweets till I die
Any given 20 minutes, getting high off of that kills
Yeah, yeah, kick back, blaze it up, blaze it up, kick back
And I don't give a f*ck, do I make myself clear

Kick it wit me for a minute while I hit it from the side
4 deep in the ride, smoke sweets till I die
Any given 20 minutes, getting high off of that kills
I'm riding wit that ripper
Older brother of my ninja
Give a f*ck about your bitch
I Give a f*ck about my liver
I'ma sever any ties
If you a hater in disguise
Come against a Mexican picture
A player get surprised
Tippin' down, I'm throwin', I'm stumblin
Actin' bad, Not mumblin
Got the munchies like
F*ck it, let's go munch
My stomach's rumblin
And I'm hype like rumblin
After school behind McDonald's
And I'm high like that Rocky Mountain view
In Colorado

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