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Kevin King
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Some are born with silver spoons in they mouth
I was born without a house in the X, that's the south
And your mouth, might get fixed to say some slick shit
But please know we known for fights and clips as shit we swift with
Its story time I sound like Slick Rick
But the animals get mad at you and emotions turn tangible
Then I hope your calves could move
Or a fully automatic is getting emptied out and taking half of you
Don't hold your nose this is how this goes
A million faces in this place is that we call home
Let me let you know who I am, the mind behind it all
The hardest emcee to drop like leaves in the fall
So many prayed for my demise
What they find, is I'm so ahead of my time
Their last thought is often my first
Even me running in reverse
You wouldn't catch up
Before collapsing all up in the dirt
Swerve
I often sit in the dark with anxiety
As a higher me paints pictures with words
I feel my eyes twitch and I switch
Back to a time where pettier crimes had my man's kid hostage
He called me on the phone
Like "I know you never home and I don't know what you can do
But I don't wanna be alone"
But I wasn't home
And back then I couldn't even carry PCS phone
So he was alone and shit
If I'd picked up he might be here today
The way I was raised taught me you weak if you let your emotions up in the way
Is that verified by his suicide? I'll let you decide
But back to my story, can't nobody tell it for me
Outside you'll find that it always smells like piss
And if you was rich if you had the Prada's and the brand new sidekick
Or the Pelle Pelle leather
Hot in the summer but it was hitting in December
No haircuts when you broke you feel broken
Asking mom why the fruit loops taste like roach, shit
No shit, you had to own a black suit to live how I do
Every year a funeral, convince yourself they not like you
So you keep doing bad shit, hoping that you make it out
On your knees asking, what is rapping?
Wanna dance, hit the floor
Raised of the grams and the cans of the Coors
And my hands is the law
What's the chance you advance when the land made of straw
Wanna dance, hit the floor
Raised of the grams and the cans of the Coors
And my hands is the law
What's the chance you advance when the land made of straw
Fall