Joey Badass
Joey Badass - Killuminati lyrics
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(Verse) I'm at peace with these flows Two birds, one stone, Go get geese when trees roll They say I'm evil 'Cause I trained my ego To see goal See no seaguls Couldn't see these goals Please It's the return of the beast coast No cash last, but the cheese still Make T show, You cold neddle It's how you move on the stream What you tryin' to be feedo When there's rules to this shit Don't get glad now hate feels bitter Our lips chat, better watch Mr. nice watch, don't risk that I got a six pack of bee skill That I spill like that And everybody know (That shit crazy) Y'all nigger so spooky Down to my low toe key The type that drive the soap When you soaking in front of most men And makes sense why you want beef With this frozen It's less for you school in the tool You can't hold 'em But you shoot yourself likes a colt Because I'm next to go to the progressive flow From New York to New Mexico I live with cool spanish, What the fans is demanding 'Cause everytime I box it That's exactly what you stand in Ain't no half stepping around me And you got to drown the fish Before you crown me the young Cop killer, I'm that ill So that will ya give me 2 shots For 2Pac killer (Verse) So search into my flows of perfect I ain't trying to be a slave To grow old from working Sorry badass you lucky that I peep'd a second Tell 'em niggers keep it stepping when they beat selection Check the melodies, it's so heavenly That shit to get your hips to move with no '70s Or the opium cannot bust a lili quiz Got that shit mixed and mastered Both remedies Grab a spoon for we sturving up a pot And you know we got to serve while it's hot I'm flowing like a volcano and dripping verses off the top Dirty cops still sweeving on the block Looking for black kids that's spitting up acid It's in my geenes, don't worry where my pants is Get with the script,'cause I don't give a shit And they bound to get sick of this quick But I ain't selling my lips It's the shiff I know you fill it man We blowing up like a ceiling fan Dropping off jewels like killer cams Man when it comes to kicking verses I'm Mr. Van Damme Cross your stirp if you miss the jam So throw up both hands if you can't Ironic how I'm killing this shit Until they bury me My value is going up with logevity Stupid