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Knox Hill
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The savage in I'm battling foes The ballots in the Vatican - whoah The pope knows I'm bad as Prince with acronyms Or bad as Michael Jackson's hit When he asked him on “Bad” But that was back when rap was rap And TAF was Kap (The Artist Formerly Known As Price - TAFKAP) And Jackson's black But back to “cap” when ya'll gon “snap” huh? Middle fingers to thumbs I finger the drum I'm dirty I beat it I "heat it” like Phoenix Till I'm leaving' her sons (Phoenix Suns) I'm a star in the middle of the field On my Dallas shit I'm valued bitch All of my exes sending' me text's (Texas) And “X and O's” But I leave it on “red” like I checked the post She can try to put that D-on (Deion Sanders) But check the score It's “Prime Time” that I hit it and I left her sore I'm Al Capone when it's Valentine's whoah (Valentine's Day Massacre) But y'all “wine” like Italian vines and choke Know the deal Knox Hill is-real (Isreal) like a Palestine foe Never been the badest but the fact is that the pen and pad is savage When I'm pent up and I'm mad And I'm bent up in the lab what's cracking' check the package that I'm wrappin' (rappin) never plastic while they lappin' up my “track” my track-suit Quick-wits spit slick: hI-Q Nit-wits get sick: ha-chu No mask adjacent, not vaccinated? Sucks to be you huh? I “spit sick” like a lab out in Wuhan I “slay dogs” (sleigh dogs) and I'm ridin' out on you cons (Yukon) “Genocide" like I'm filming out for Mulan Uhhhh I “draw lines" but that's too far “Cut it out” like a coupon ‘Fore I get “laid out” like a futon And then made to look a suicide up in a cool car Drunk up in U-bar Need another “You” bar With the pen (Penn) I'm Badgley Follow me for cool bars I'm just playing' I'm not a Psycho I'ma “Christian” who “bailed” on right tho (Christian Bale - American Pyscho) I'm “trimming' off the fat” but I failed at lypo I'm letterin' these “caps” like I mailed a typo Too smart for the retar-dent Flame again I'm sorry that was too far Woo-sahh Hoo-rah Who's tha Shoota “Smoke you” Hookah They say that I rap like “shady” Well f*ck it I don't like the sun anyways SPF 50 on the way to hell trade for sells my soul for the funds any day Many say I'm way outta line well Let me “but-in” (Budden) on you whores Put your stomach to the floor ‘Fore I shove you through the door This a “stick up, stick up” Got a G-3-5 for a mic Call me an “average Joe” When even Esther Baxter knows I deprive you from a life! Get aborted distorted don't twist the proportions It's morbid of course I'm a “pro” in the choice for your rights When I come with the left And I swing with the right on the mic (Mike Tyson) Lend your ear when I bite Too “Holy” for the “Field” Never hold me for a deal Still rolling with no wheels In they “feels” while my plaques getting filled Smile pretty Like Clooney in fur I'm born to greatness: Like Rumi and Sir (Remi & Sir Carter) In the back it's “Dead Presidents” but I rap in the present tense Forget what's in the “trunk” that's for the elephants I know I been through hell but I am heaven sent I got my gift well “wrapped” (rapped) to make the present tense Who says that I'll run out of bars? Never run out of bars You can ask the bouncer: I'm like a gym card Or happy hour at an open bar Never put me in a “box” cause I quit my job You can question my “buzz” but it's “la-di-dah” This year I invest in myself: That was common “sense” (cents) I stay independent but these con-men-sense That I'm coming for they neck leave em red man (Redman Simps say (Sensei) I'm the best chef with the beef flippin' words You can tell those pigs that I keep “flippin' birds” I remember them days I was flipping burgers Never “mince” what I spit now they flip for my verse Oh you say you wanted “pork” Well they know that I'm the worst (wurst) My bad let me get up in my backpack Get that pack back I read art of war but I'm more like art of words But never lack strap How I frame it: art awards But it's back to art o war Know the Rule's when I Clap Back (Ja rule - Clap Back) Got ‘em in-the-scope triggered (Interscope) While they sit and pout See I'ma die on ten toes while they sittin' down They wanna “judge” me for my “sentence” But the clip is out Cause I “get off” from it like I'm Rittenhouse I guess the verdict's out: I'm Venomous
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