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lirik lagu king of the underground – jonathan blaze

(verse 1)

everything abstract weapons in my backpack
shatter gl-ss like a shaq-tack
hang it up, like a rack rack/
like a b-tch who don’t give head cause of a bad back/
bad hoe get played like a banjo, chew my nut like tobacco/
i’m a whacckko, exacto chiropracto’ cause i break backs/
brake pads, fake jab, smoke blunts from a face mask/
break bad, cause i’m cooking, no rv
back in the kitchen back in position back with the itching, think i got the measles/
outbreak! inoculate, another accolade when i blast/
pull a columbine on the double x -freshman cl-ss/
no bet cypher, i ain’t down to rap with these little cats/
i’m already short what type of look is that?,/
bigger fish to fry/
i rather start my career with a double life sentence for k!lling tekasahi and lil pump at the same time/
at the time! i wanna f-ck mariahlynn
f-ck it i’m wiliding, jack-ss with a flamethrower for a backpack/
let em go to sleep nap-sack, rip nipsey, can’t knock the hustle that’s a fact/
everybody hate when you level up
that’s why i called the devil up/
told him double up, sealed the deal with a double cup/
now i’m turning up, use to be lost and forgotten/
got the gat-man no robbing, but it go pow!
if you
clowns come around my side of town/
with that whack -ss sound, it’s the king of the underground!

(chorus)

got a surplus of rapper’s bout to get laid off/
i’m taking jewels off like adolf, hussein like fatal/
give you leningrad with a pen and pad/
put you in a boston crab like the iron sheik/
in the belly of the beast i’m a eat/
make a feast on these sheep
it’s a renaissance get that teflon on/
because we k!lling sh-t till we back on top/

(verse 2)

everything my swag, money in my bag, my chick so bad/
bands make her dance, but when that session over/
you stressing over trying be a fashionova what a roller coaster/
that’s why i don’t ride a wave, i just ride away with my a-one with that ak/
yelling ek on that freeway/
with a six-pack and i mean beer/
when i turn it up that means i switched gears
on my bernie wills and i’m talking sk!lls/
on my bernie sanders when i’m talking real/
on my bernie mac, i ain’t scared of you n-ggas/
i’m fully packed with the tooley strapped and my hoodie black/
and i’m crossing cats. and its bad luck if we go toe toe/
you wanna be my friend, all i see is foe/
you talking real all i see is faux, you call her wifey all i see hoe/
you talking bars all i heard was flow
now i’m caught in my bag like i’m stuck in the zipper/
i’m hungry and mad all i need is a snickers
no turning back no need for blinkers/
time to take the game where my lyrical thinkers?!/
it’s a marathon no use for sprinters/
i’m artist
van gogh
but i’ll cut my ear off if i had to listen to what the radio spinning on the real though/
i don’t milly rock, i got a ‘milli’ playing/
i don’t’ mumble sh-t, you know what i’m saying/
i don’t milly rock, i got a ‘milli’ playing/
i don’t’ mumble sh-t, you know what i’m saying/ (distorted/screwed)

(chorus)

- jonathan blaze

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