Paroles Kxng Crooked I

Kxng

Yeah, take a look at me and see a titan on a throne
Me and my niggas we keep a bad bitch biting on a bone
Hold up though, what you lil' niggas know?
How you writin' on a song
Hella pathetic with telekinetics
Start thinking of lines and my pen start writing on its own
The Jedi Order, I mastered this shit; a jedi warrior
Yeah I warned you
I'ma be keeping you one eye on ya
Like an insomniac, nigga with a dead eye
How much you wanna bet I hoard the?
Illest shits alive
I had a dream I was playing footsies with a girl from [?]
So I walk up out the bed I ordered
I took her from Florida, she a red-eye border now
I'm rubbing the clit, she sucking the dick
Who's pussy is this? I ain't even need to ask
But that's as far as I'ma go though
I'ma let you freaky niggas [?] black twitter, eat her ass
Back to the grind, probably think I'm with the Kinkos just to sing you this song
So many facts in the rhymes
Crooked I's back in his prime
But nowadays they call me the KXNG

K-X-N-G though
The X is roman numerals (For ten)
I'm times better than I ever been

Sick as an embryo
Even before then the Greek historian
[?] this he let history know
The face of the Sphinx
The drawing on the Pyramid's walls
Was all of this Negro?

I'm a motherfuckin' king
All hell
You can hate on me and I'ma wish y'all well
Cuz on the stairway to heaven I saw Hell
Did it all with my C.O.B. cartel
The way I be rocking the bells I should call L
I don't want problems at all
But if the beef pop in the streets
We would start beat-boxing
Boo-boo-ta-ta [?]
I don't understand the mentality
Of niggas who wanna randomly challenge me
In the band of reality
Automatically mad at me
Cuz I won't hand 'em a salary
Demanding me to give 'em what's mine
You outta ya mind, thinking you can fuck with the family
Nigga that has to be insanity
You understanding me
I'm Amityville mixed with
Mister Hannibal Lector packing a hammer to shatter you
Get it poppin' like Shabba-Doo
Get your wig peeled
Get your face on the windshield
Got to grab you off the glass like an alley-oop
Do the shit and burn rubber in a Caddy Coupe
Cali boys, we ain't like y'all rap stars
But we do like jewelry and fast cars
I'd rather fill this room with hoes, chill
And forget about 12 on the last bars

K-X-N-G though
The X is roman numerals (For ten)
I'm times better than I ever been

In a room full of rappers I'd be the elephant
Elephant in the room cuz nobody wanna mention
That I been one of the best on the West
Since I touched down on corrupt sound
On the streets is a motha'
Mothafucka that's one thousand