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Kick It Wit Me

by 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 fuck, 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 fuck, 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 fuck, 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 fuck, 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 fuck, 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 fuck, 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 fuck about your bitch I Give a fuck 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 Fuck 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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