Lyrics:
Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar
I'm lettin' knowledge be born, and my name's the R
A-K-I-M, not like the rest of them, I
Can’t stay awake.
Lacks integrity on
The international stage!
Goes through Los Angeles and uh, uh... What am I doing here? Did I fall asleep?
of M.O.P., who we be? Firing squad of 11233
Clack-clack, whole clips in your back
That's thug style, turnin' a small section of Brooklyn
Into the O.K. Corral
crazy... 40 givin out Halo's
And f**k them h**s that tried to play me... who gives a f**k about a stank h*e
My drive made me what I am... the streets made me
to catch
Plus now I'm sittin the V.I.P
And hoes want to suck on the d.i.c.
O.K. here's the play give me o.j. and tanqueray
Have you had you
Brothers smoke loud in a Benz
Benz
I be screaming that's grace
Grace
My Family looking amazed
Looking amazed
Looking amazed
Looking amazed
I am that dolce
need them
They be so backwards like re-runs
R.I.P. Lil Keed, I just know that big bro was beaming
Dropping the top on the Beamer
Soon as they seen me,
I’m in beast mode
(Know who I am) Beast mode
Yeah, yeah, fuck a black, brown
Yellow or white it’s about unity
While the media tryna twist my words
For
bangin' them B’s, on the low thinking about murdering me, cause they b****h on my d**k, but I’m keepin it P, only alive cause I’m really a G, think Its
more days that form new skies
So who's to know
I suppose that you could
So stay with me
Lock the door
Take the key
I am yours
Feel the BAPE
It
heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I ain't no rapper
I write short films"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Come on, O.K
Fuck around and catch a fee
R-I-P, R-I-P
R-I-P to the vros, the ones who not here no more
I am sorry if i went ghost
I had go on my own
R-I-P to the most
clipped by the 'K
Meditate and smokin', I be talking to P
Spittin', "Survival of the Fittest" while I walk down these streets
Bitch, it's a stick up
I
Kay Flock
I am giving a P.S.A
I am not Mexican
But I'll give an ese
I am reacting
I ain't talking RnA
Feeling K-dot
I'm rapping these bars
They stacking
Depictions of this world and time to come
How astounding
Now this ain't eye spy
This eye see
With a k at the end that's I seek
It ain't me who been changing
we aren't flowing the same
Grinding smarter not harder I've been toughing my brain
Only see with tunnel vision
Cant be blinded by fame
Never
excuse me?
(Yo) I'm tryin' to earn a million buck or two
The ill MC step in (and who the fuck are you?)
Doc start walkin' bumpin' M.O.P.
To catch
that they call me the coldest S.O.B.
Run away Bitch I’ve landed!
The shockwave propagates bringing damage
Lava brakes out of the crater
Everyone wants
of the crop
I am godlike, that's the cherry on top
Yeah, I grab the mic to represent
Then I spit a harder set
Like who the hell gon' stop me now
Niggas comin'
me
Don't you see what you do to me?
Tryin' hard, I don't know who to be
But damn, you brought the worst out of me
Lowkey I feel bad for bitches that
y3 gyimi gyimi
Nanso y3n mpaninfo) no na di y3n abor))
Hw3 y3nni abree k))
P3 ani b3 hw3 y3 speedy
Eny3 fa di agor)
Skin smoothie black power
Melanin
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
handcuffed by diamond bracelets, got my hands tied
I'm geeked up on amphetamines, I ain't gon' be shy
It's 2 AM and I'm geeked off this molly, I'm up in
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