Lyrics:
And I'm kickin down doors, score with a metaphor
With my knapsack raps and my funky fly tracks
Beware of the rampsack
With my knapsack raps and my funky
he had,
Left the money and the ring in a slow exhale,
Two weeks went by, got a box in the mail,
In the box was a bullet made of gold,
Melted down from
time for one more story
One more story
Before twelve
Knocking doors down, showing parts of rhyme
Knocking doors down, showing parts of rhyme
Yeah
it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you
Yo, why can't I ignore The things I've never seen but known as happened before
My mind's trapped in a lore but I'm always asking for more
Three
A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
Made
a home in the wilderness
Built a cabin and a winter store
And he plowed up the ground by the cold lake shore
The other travelers came walking down
me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then, feel
me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then, feel
write more, that's what I'm here for
Give it to you lot for free free free
I'm an angel, I cut the devil in half
I cut him down to 3 3 3
My names Skepta
on the microphone, got you hot like the sun
So a 1,2,3 now I'm waiting on the 4
Kick down the door and turn it up a little more
If you got the feelin', jump
and we here to do the job
Got my step-on nigga shoes on, 'case it get dirty
'Cause man it's going down, in the Thirty
It's for war thirty, fuck
cum and cry bitch, now I wonder why
These faggots- knocking down the door
Dad shows up- clocked, they hit the floor
Stand- do they want some more
Y'all
the ones that fell
I'll see you in hell
You cannot go
Solar clothes, light up modes
Koenigsegg
3 stripes down my leg
Look at me go
I’ll show you the door
the ones that fell
I'll see you in hell
You cannot go
Solar clothes, light up modes
Koenigsegg
3 stripes down my leg
Look at me go
I’ll show you the door
knowing that I’m growing
With every flow man I’m so dope and I get chicks soaking in the moment
When I’m going down on them please get the lotion then I’m
blue Pampers in a coma, and
Your family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone
A little fuck, shriveled up with a hospital gown on
(We holdin' it down holmes)
up on your gang pull out the strap let it bang
Doing this shit for the gang no point doing shit for the fame
Chase down op better stay in your lane
Kid
it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you
being tested?
Going up
Like my hands
I was being arrested
Walking down the stairs
Of Douglas hall
I was cuffed up
With my head down
22 degree
Outside
In
Seen before
It felt so real
So the other night I woke up at 3 in The morning
And I'm laying down soaking wet
Swag, you ever do that
Soaking wet, my
Yeah
It's going all the way down
Aquemeni Records, Killer Mike, Slimm Calhoun
Just because your wearing a Braves' jersey
doesn't mean we
the room peeped out the window
Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto
Out the back door like some damn track stars
Broke down an alley jumped into a car
is
No feet goin' up, fees goin' up, we pourin' up
We throwin' up gang signs
Trees going up in flames, find us a forest fire every smoke break
We
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