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Adil Omar
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Margalla King
Head to toe in camo Paki also known as Rambo Unloading ammo with a case of exploding mangoes Control the panel The flow that's known to choke and mangle Every known example on the globe And I'mma go bananas Call out you assholes cause all y'all suck I'm bringing punk rock, avant garde, art house snuff A fucking onslaught, you want war, I call your bluff And give an encore to stomp y'all, an all out rush I am avant hard, the trunk pop with all that bass We leaving bloodclots skull knocked with all that bass And when the drum drop the fun stop, I rock that stage And spit a buckshot, so fuck cops, it's all out rage The brown John McAfee I'm full of hatred, it's my turn to rumble Watch me live in action Armed and naked in a burning jungle The indie thriller, killer Make your stomach churn and grumble I am a live grenade now it's your turn to juggle
Listen to the sound, boy killin 'em Living underground, boy killin' em Make no, no mistake when I bring What I bring to the track, I'mma own everything
You got to make way for the king You got to make way for the king You got to make way for the king You got to make way for the king
The way I spit, I slip the panties off a virginal nun Vocal precision, technicality is surgery, son Open incision on your game, there ain't nobody to save ya Not a player but monogamy is not in my nature If you would like then I could talk to you later Shorty slayer steal a shorty off my cockiest hater You try hards can die hard, etc Rap war lord, you could call me the general I take it all but still it isn't enough Your crew's bitch made, shit faced and still in the club My goons get paid, lift weights and listen to Clutch And move 6, 8, 12 steps ahead of you punks, so listen Not to mention competition getting dominated Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Contemplating how to make their Way out of these lion's cages Annihilation, track bleeding when the record's on The rap demon stampeding with the Elliphant
Listen to the sound, boy killin 'em Living underground, boy killin' em Make no, no mistake when I bring What I bring to the track, I'mma own everything
You got to make way for the king You got to make way for the king You got to make way for the king You got to make way for the king
And I don't know I don't know what I'm trying for I gotta make bread and get my life in order But my brain snap and my mind's exhausted For another motherfucking Lux Style Award Nomination that I won't win, there's no end To all of this bullshit saturation Everyone of you culprits They try to tell me that my art's a joke My dirty mouth get validated by a bar of soap? please Karachi Vice, the bullet flow and boomin' beat Sonic target killer, major lazer bringin' heat that's pointed At your fucking faces, you can duck but I am Sterling Archer Idris Elba, 007, you could bet they've heard about us Counter culture superheroes counting ones and zeros We are the sharks in the water, you just chumps in speedos Swimmers missing, get dismembered by the sound byte Motherfucker, this is what hunger sounds like
Listen to the sound, boy killin 'em Living underground, boy killin' em Make no, no mistake when I bring What I bring to the track, I'mma own everything
You got to make way for the king You got to make way for the king You got to make way for the king You got to make way for the king
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