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lirik lagu you ain’t seen nothing – k21

[intro: mc lyte (sampled)]
“k!llin’–k–k–k!llin’ everybody in sight”
“’cause i ain’t goin’ out like a sucker, no way”
“you ain’t seen nothin’ yet”

[verse 1: k21]
you can find me in a white falcon
with the headlights out, straight amy whitehousein’
the last thing i remember was my shout
then five rounds later, i’m facin’ down in my neighbour’s fountain
b-tch slap a rapper, give me my talc-m
piggy in the middle, feel a little like malcom
ask a rapper, what a better time than right now
to leave him with his spine out, hit sledgehammer rhyme sound
grime house, blinds closed, animal, mics no
house full of hydro to upset the five-oh
that’s that sh-t i don’t like though
set ablaze a pyro, head spinin’ like gyro
sicilian and psycho, only ever seen in the night glow
a shy bloke, likely to annihilate a mic though (give me that)
and i ain’t ever goin’ out like a sucker do
they call me k21, buddy, who the f-ck are you?

[scratches: dj osyris]
“you ain’t seen” “me against anyone”
“ah ye—” “me against any–anyone”
“you ain’t seen” “me against anyone”
“on the two turntables i would say i’m nice”
“you ain’t seen” “me against anyone”
“ah ye—” “me against any–anyone”
“you ain’t seen” “me against any—
any–any–any–any–any–anyone, anyone”

[verse 2: vents]
man, yeah, i like the afghan
kush in a manicured bush, don’t push
i’m close to the edge, break both for your hedge
you’re two-face: harvey dent, vents, bob marley, cent
my tarot card, nah, can’t be read
we the future, you lost on a long road travelin’
hostile lands with blood soaked samaritans
rhyme like i’m banjo paterson, been outback
and i’m crazy like a sh-t house rat, so how’s that?
you sh-tted in your pants and it stink now
get out and wash up your hands in the sink
what’s the deal? bald head dr. phil
let’s talk about the problems i got for real
i gets higher than apache helicopter steel
till i’m happy like i’m twelve and i copped a feel
so pop the pill, vents uno
got you hype like pseudo, call through a tour bus to dole queue, what?

[verse 3: trials]
yo, wait, you even lift, bro?
trigga’s middle finger is bigger than john lithgow
yo, hanging off my rock writing clef notes
hoping that the hotel don’t smell all this weird smoke
bruv i’m telling you, it’d take at least ten of you
to f-ck with me, climbing on your corpse for the better view
(luxury) bruz i need to interrupt you
my hands do the talkin’ and they speakin’ fluent f-ck you
(pow) pop this valium, i’m restin’ (woo)
you push past the sleep and it gets interesting
me crazy? makin’ up the words, man, fugazi
my crew knows the truth when i says that i’m sadie
“if you’d like to hear it
i can sing it for you”
daisy, give me your answer, do
you keep them pot based clothes that i’m blastin’ through?
yo motherf-cker, must’ve been somethin’ i said
havin’ them times of my life dressed like somebody’s dead
mang, “you ain’t seen nothin’ yet”

[outro: nat king cole (sampled)]
“i’m half crazy all for the love of you
it won’t be a stylish marriage”

- k21

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