The Kids Lyric Book
Mind Flayer
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Say hello son when I knock on the coffin At the boy's house, yeah you know we be flocking Talkin bout haters but I haven't dropped nothin So many thoughts, bars just chilling in my noggin I should do cyphers, no bad albums But I'm cocky, I need to knock the bad out em I don't want no drip, that's a bad offer I need to knock the bad out her Flowing through life for the banter I can only do well on the top half like the Tropic of Cancer I ain't doing Déjà vu like a tik tok dancer Wannabe famous, like vixen, Commit and prancer I'm getting looks, I wish rap was seen fancier I'm being called simp like a third-tier you ain't even on first base, it's a strikeout dear (Ayyyy) I don't got a platform but you got 9 and three quarters Talkin smack behind my back? Ima kick you off the border If I want to be hip on the track, I need to be bolder Talking as if I got some mental disorder If I can rap then pigs be flying I'm sorry, I'm not failing, I'm trying Rapping might hurt me later like adrenalin Well, I guess, they don't want to let me in I kill rappers on a track though I can't even drink gin I throw them on the chair when they bring me in I got big things coming You're still at home complaining bout nothin So if you step to my level And you rip every treble I'll bring you down to where your still kicking ruble I popped my self out my bubble And I'm looking for trouble That's not true at all I'm Just trying not to mumble I'm just gonna take the piss, I ain't no pacifist Come to me, ill pass the fist I guess they're better cause they're older When I'm in the rap gang the devil is killing angel on my shoulder I'm honestly better, I can and I would Now I work harder than the train the could You got nothing on me But you're still telling me to beep beep like I'm Richie Shot so fast, they didn't know the bullets flu Flow so ill, they sent me to the ICU When the Flow goes round, they scream "I see two" I can do what they do, I'm just am waiting to be sent through I'm gonna kill everyone on the beat Sorry the album took so long I didn't want to drop anything incomplete I ain't swear-ving on the track like I'm Eminem in the booth Raise your hands, ill tie the noose I'm John Wilkes booth I can lyrically knock out ur tooth This ain't no dare, this is the truth I look up to the underground's I'm swimming around in the lost n found Acting like I'm gonna flip you off like an acrobat Wanna hit me up, I'll hit you back You can't put a line on me cause my crap ain't parallel Resort to violence but you vacation ain't the stairwell My vocal cords are a tool These bars will shock in a duel Barology, this be more confusing then astrology I'm a major in this game so I kill rappers ironically I ain't talking jack, I just lock my crap in-a-box Throw the sack over my shoulder, this feels like rocks But its nothin like i'm dropping and coppin I feel like I should stop talking bout Droppin rapper in the coffin Should i act like the best in the game Or should I act what I think about myself, lame
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