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lirik lagu exhibition – king penguin

[verse 1]
tell me the difference between the feeling of loving and hating
i think they’re one in the same, satan, that’s all that i’m saying
start the debating, the conversating, i’m willing to trade in
all of the training, the monster that’s making me feel betrayed, and
take a look at the way i’m playing the game you created
don’t be afraid if it’s straying ‘way from the way that you made it
i’ll grab the rules that you’re placing, take ‘em, and bend ‘till they’re breaking
and put my own in, displaying ‘em in stain gl-ss casing
now i’m the owner, ode to the microphone and i blow up
i set the tone and start rolling, don’t even bother to show up
it’s all the puns and the poems the people asking for more of
there ain’t no guns, it’s just raps, that i’m aware of and know of
ain’t no way that you’re blocking the path i’ve chosen to stay in
no more complaining, i’m masturbating to thoughts of your face, and
i’m painting visions, in my imagination, embrace it
we work together, so i’ll elaborate on collaborating
i’m gladly waiting for the day of proclaiming
the nasty sh-t that i’m saying, remaining whack, full of mayhem
with this masterful pen and paper the game needs a changing
i’ll spit a rhyme about problems i’m facing, bashing your face in
now place your bets on who’s the king of it all
there ain’t no contest, it’s over, witness you crumble and fall
lyrically heaven-sent, in h-ll i’m a resident
devil is setting precedents, presidents follow my writ
my wit is evil, cerebral thoughts are feeble
now play it backwards, the opposite meaning of that is real
whatever it takes to stay on top of the spot
gambling ganj, keep your aces, pray for the pot
take it away, this is the day that i conquer
and leave you wondering, penguin sticker stuck onto your b-mper
ain’t no month of the year i can say i’m not number one
and number two is reserved for someone who’s equally fun

[verse 2]
proud to witness the history of hip hop in the making
ain’t no mistake that you quake at the c-cky sh-t that i’m stating
they start relating the rhymes that i spit to 2pac and jay-z
and ain’t it crazy, the way that i’ll write a verse in a day, see
ends up turning out perfect, calls from the studio agency
i got three different labels waiting for shots at a take with me
contracts sitting in front of me, “sign the top of the paper please”
kick it back and just rap it, you introduced to the major league
leave a message right after the sounding beep of the dial tone
ain’t n-body home, you phone yourself so you’re not alone
where has your style gone? the top you a mile from
help writing a hit? rip a page out my childhood
out of this world, feeling powerful girl
i use the lines as an outlet, insurgent, bound to get swirled
spin around and i’ll knock you down to the ground with a pounding
move this sh-t to a stadium, watch the crowd as they pile in
horrifyingly violent, stab a wh-r- in the eye with
an ice pick, nice trick, but back to the rhyming
impossible scene to make a paper and painting of
he’s living the dream, don’t even bother to wake him up
made it my mission: make hip-hop a religion
a new addition to rap, choosing exclusive edition
using your ears, i’d like for all of you to just listen
now, picture this: welcome to the exhibition

- king penguin

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