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King Los

Forgot About Dre (Freestyle)

 

Forgot About Dre (Freestyle)


Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move they lips but some
Yo

Ya'll know me, the bar innovator
The nigga who in hip-hop would call in a favor
Could make your favorite rapper dissolve into vapor
The miracle bar, and lyrical Darwin, spiritual solving
Y'all niggas could [?]
Can't compare the alpha dog to these betas
Rappers capping, yapping affidavits
Imagine that, a habitat of fake shit
I had to black on cats and blast the matrix
Ain't that a bitch, the data glitch
I black on cats, was that a glitch
I'm too extreme, was that a twitch
Catastrophic, cataclysmic
Too extreme was that a twitch
Boy I'm just playing games with academics
Halve the [?] that was [?]
Listen
Your favorite rapper been at Los practice
Then try to claim it, what are those tactics
I'm the hip-hop thrift shop, 'cause soon as they think the flow's old, jack it
On the second hand, fuck all of you dudes
When you see me in the flesh looking awkward, confused
Yeah I'm talking to you
It's funny how they scared to converse, but still wanna walk in my shoes
Study a nigga, taking notes
Jack the cadence, make the quotes
Make it yours, don't make it Los
Just make it close, Holy shit, Jamaican clothes
The government gon' think that I'm making clones
Take ya bones, make a fossil
You too nosey, break ya nostril
Blazing shots and take you hostage
Blame my city, It made me hostile
What they rapping in todays recital
Niggas trash they may recycle
I'm the God and they disciples
Wrote a script and made a bible
Bit my shit and made us rivals
Evil king, my latest title
I'm a hell of a speciman and never been a [?] impressing em'
Now I'm pressing em'
The president of Extraterrestrials
That's a professional
Give em' these bars, that's a correctional
Box em' in, with the truth, that's a confessional
Like father please, if we rap like him, it take us farther please
Then they think intrinsically some way when I see em' do this shit, it leave they father pleased
But your father pissed, lil' niggas always tryna piss like they father piss
Hop off my dick, what I'm really tryna say is your shit ain't hard as this
Yo
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say, but nothing that they make can move me
I'm a movement, niggas moving, I move in when the moon lit
I'm from Baltimore where we stupid and we do shit
And my goons move with a few clips
And we let if off, screaming "you bitch"
And we dumb enough to Youtube it
Push rock, make it roll like it's U2 bitch
Fuck him, fuck her, fuck you too bitch
I'm on straight bullshit with my new new shit
When it come to they rapping you know it ain't a nigga close
But motherfuckers act like they forgot about Los
King

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