killuminati

Lyrics

, i'm a beast with these flows, 2 birds one stone, you get geese when trees roll, they say i'm evil cause i trained my eagle to see gold, see, no seagulls couldn't see these goals, please, it's the return of the beast coast, no cash, flash put the cheese still make teeth show, the cold needle, is how you move on a strip, you trynna be vito?, well there's rules to this shit, don't get clapped, ya'll ain't real spitters, ya'll lips chapped, better watch the mr. nicewatch, don't risk/wrist that, i got a 6 pack of bear/bare skill that i spill like that, and everybody know, ya'll niggas softspoken, down below token, the type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men, it makes sense you want beef with this frozen, it nuts for new school, in the tool, ya' kid hold him, better shoot yourself plaxico, because i'm next to go, the progressive flows from new york to new mexico, a lyrical spanish, with a dance that's demandin', step into my box and that's exactly what'chu standin', ain't no half steppin' 'round me, and you gotta drown a fish before you clown me, that young cop killer, i'm dat i'll, so doc' will ya, give me two shots for 2pac killer, soul searchin' 'till my flows are perfect, i ain't trynna be a slave to grow old from workin', sorry bada$$, you lucky that i peeped the second, tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection, check the melody, it's so heavenly, that shit'll get your hips to move no 70's, all the opium, can i bust soliloquies, got that shit mix and mastered both remedies, grab a spoonful, sturrin' up a pot, and you know we gotta serve it while it's hot, i'm flowin' like a volcano, drippin' verses while drippin' verses off the top, dirty cops still swervin' on the block, lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid, it's in my genes, don't worry where my pants is, get with the script it's that ignorant shit, and they bound to get sick off of this quick, but i sealin' my lips, it's a shift, i know you feel it man, we blowin' up like a ceiling fan, droppin' off jewels like killa cam's man, when it comes to kickin' verses i'm mr. van damme, crushin' strawberries it's a jam, so throw up both hands if you can, ironic how i'm killin' this shit, until they bury me, my volume is going in depth with longevity