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Welcome back to Late Nights with koi, I am your hoster
Judging by the poster, I think I am the most
These bars will shock you harder than a bathtub with a toaster
And I guess I am supposed to scare them like a ghost

Undead, they call me ghoul like I'm Casper
And it's cool if you master, mix, producing, notoriety faster
And I don't care if you chastise or talk behind my backside
You lack pride, I know what you need, You need a hack guide

Material learning
Get some caskets for these basket-type cases
The beat is blazing all over em', they bodies burning

Rest in peace, old soul
They say the more you know
Yo dumbass done got hoed by like four of your bros
Y'all playing games over here, and that shit really shows
Don't sound like fame to my ear when you can't mutter a flow

Yeah, I'ma rise from the grave just to give you the go
Seem like a pain overcame, and now your spirits is low

Yo, I'm a hazard to you bastards, what happened
I ain't the chief or the captain, but y'all seem to follow
Like y'all some slaves with a massa

Yeah, I might tussle with big bulls and all, it's a hassle
But if they scrapping, I'm tapped in, they run back to the cattle

Man, we all row down the same river, so grab you a paddle
Take it easy, cause you'll end up drowned or crashed in the gravel
Woah, woah, woah, the intro
Done have ya'll  all shattered, but it don't matter to me
Honestly, all that I've gathered

The mind frame to be tame, to play same game
I don't wanna be like them niggas, man, that shit's too lame
What's his name?
Don't even know himself, too blended to strain
Damn near a puppet at this point, Jim Henson on strings

I'm sorry, truly asking, because what do you gain
Outside your bubble, acting like you only feeding off shame
Mind like a lion in a cage, just forced to stay doing stunts
I wouldn't let niggas tame what I stay doing up front

But hey, maybe that's just me, I like to keep it a buck
I like to speak from the chest, y'all niggas got fat guts

Y'all see my life, it's nuts, wait for that afterlife
Already got my shit right, y'all niggas first try sucks
Don't mean no malice, a palace is always nice kept up
Sipping from a chalice of spite
Naw, that ain't right, get cut

Or have your butt get benched
Might do that manager strut
The only man you are's Hench, but hey, I just got a hunch

I'm lyrically growing, production is showing my best side
Won't let pride be towing maturity, just be learning me best times

Won't let loose, don't guess, choose
Life really be giving the best clues
In hindsight, but blind to you
Only clear when it's old news, no cues

You looking through life with the lens of a tomb
Them stressed eyes, done pressed cries
Through blessed dues, to nest lies in common
Like homophones in meaning, drama for dont's preceding
Farthest from the rest to mean it

See now, them seniles
Gave grave shift, I see piles
That's dead

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