Lyrics:
color out the lines, rhymes blow minds
shine like shoe, polish and demolish, steppin in the spots, reppin like I'm hot
see me on the court, sportin
the ground
Thats how I made it world wide being unrenowned
Aint no suckers in my circle
Fuck wit real brothas
I see u faking for the gram
But you run from
In a dark castle,
I see myself dancing.
No Death will there.
Be beyond eternity.
Yo! Step into this B.K funk.
You all ready?
Do you want that?
Tell
VERSE 1
See the haters and the traitors still run together
Put a lot to what they say about the birds and feathers
Got a bitch in ya band thinkin’
"Fool, you got some papers?"
"Yeah it's in the room on the dresser"
"Hey man I don't see 'em"
"Hey man look in the closet"
"OH!! Damn nigga, what the fuck
a lyrical midget, watch me then say fee-fi-fo-fum
Flowin this like a veteran that I'm incredible is what they be stung by
When I'ma give in a flow of the funk
I would live
To see the age of 21
I grew up paranoid
When I often sleepin' with my gun
50 dollars by my purse
Strap a sawed off one shot gauge
Since
gets the hoes, I'm a low-key freak when I get drunk
Bitch, I'm gettin' what I want, mama didn't raise a punk (bitch)
Lately, I been in a funk, had
the plot
Call me a goonie after the treasure like Chunk and Chester Copper Pot
Either way, I'll give you the funk while the block is hot
Feel like I'm drunk
to curse
You know I had to go off on this verse
Living my way till ya boy in hearse
Faking the funk is somewhat like a curse
Quit it cold turkey for
mean, never really wasted your time, I see you making your moves
But I think I caught your messages fine, you hit me, you wanna link
I'm with the same
mean, never really wasted your time, I see you making your moves
But I think I caught your messages fine, you hit me, you wanna link
I'm with the same
they can't fuck this funk nor this flavor
You best to check that bitch before she catch that freaky behavior
We gettin' these dirty damn presidents
wind
Hopped out, what you want, big verb in the gin
I'm a fish; you can tell by the flippers or fins
C'mon
[Takbir]
Yo- I got a rock style
Pivot
Braintax:
First of all for all the heads who don't know by now
I'm gonna start from the top and break it all right down
My moniker is Braintax when
Serve a couple tables and I'm off on my Bianchi
I'm outie kemosabe weaving all these zombies by me
Money, money, money all they ever fucking say
I
Moi aussi, je peux per-ta des samples de Funk
Quand le Fennek est dans le club entre deux seuf's
Non! Je ne veux pas de variété, bande de gueushs
and let me get you high
See you looking for a reason to be mad, but I don't know why
Keep it real you been salty all day and you can't even lie
'Cause
plottin
Be ready for the drama
And recognize when you slip you slide till you die
By homicide, when they got the element of surprise
Open your eyes
the dirt, puttin in work for the scrilla
We mofioso, fuck the po-po, federali's and task
Got fifth cap, when i ride around and the funk down we blast
Skid
Barry, bodies bloody like Mary
Too scary to even look at when that ass gets buried
Gettin' carried away put to death by the vet
I'm a rider,
I, I just wanna see you, won't you slide by?
Pull up in McLaren, we too fly
Just like the one on and I'm about to ride
Whisper in my ear saying it
tappin my hand on my chest.
My walkman stands by ready to press play,
Sure I listen to the old and to the new stuff today.
Just lay back and be calm
wasted
I tasted success and I'm already drunk
J. Paul Getty funk, stinkin like a skunk
Anansie, but I'm not a bald pansy
my mind is in a frenzy and my
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