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King Los

Knock Me Down Freetyle

 

Knock Me Down Freetyle

(album: Welcome To Swaggsville - 2009)


Can I get a Woosah please?
Though I'm cooler than a poolside breeze
They make me get so oog-a-lee
When they acting like the truth not me
Let me show these niggas who I be
I'm the new Ali, the future Jay go Los, you
Kobe, shoot your jay like Swiss, I'm Swiss, I'm switching modes
Diss these chicks to get this dough, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick for sure
Schizophrenic with the flow, been busting rhymes since Busta's rhyme
Let me bust this rhyme trying to get some more
Baby sip this more, hit this Chris with this piff, try this ex
Drink this lean, try this crack, yup my swag as high as that
Your favorite rapper, he's a joke, nigga, I don't even smoke
I knocked on hip hop's door, no one was home, I had to leave a note
Like bitch, I'm here, this my year, disappear, go get some skills
I'm smooth, I'm cool, I'm slick, I'm chill
I'm dope, I'm fresh, I'm sick, I'm ill
Nigga, rap is mines, it's like these rappers mimes 'cause they ain't saying shit
I'm a need to talk to these rappers' moms, what's on these rappers minds?
Why all these rappers lying? It's like a bunch of lies
All in these rappers lines, I leave these rappers schooled
Welcome to Swagger School and you ain't shit
Without the big whip and flashy jewels, I'm whatever's after cool
Then whatever's after that, I ain't on no funny shit
You the one I'm laughing at, L-O-L, O-M-G, your jealousy is showing me
That you could never grow to be as cold as me and vocally
My potency's Metallica, you Jodeci, pussy nigga ovaries, who over me?
I oversee from the U.S. to overseas and back again, platinum certified
I murder guys then burglarize from Swaggerville
Mass appeal, black Chevy, classic grill, black desey, bastard chill
You bugging the master still, you sucker get clapped for real
Now clap for real, applaud the King, I'm trying to bring my squad a ring
You Carl Malone, long and gone, bitch I gets my balling on
Watch what name you calling on and that's just a principle
Or you gon' be in trouble like the principal just called ya home
Off the dome, pen or pad, iPhone it, Sidekick it
Write it in your Blackberry or ancient hieroglyphics
I kicks it doper, iller, lyrically Los a killer
And I done stomped the monkey shit outta most gorillas
'Cause they just baby apes, heart made of plastic
Like some Bathing Apes, figure deal me real is real, fake is fake
Niggas lied on me, bitches stepped on me
Cowards hated on me, Diddy slept on me, Diddy-Diddy slept on me
It could of broke my spirits, I could of broke down
But I'm a nightmare, I bet these bitches woke now
Or die dreaming, I being fly meaning
Can't fall 'cause I'm often sky walking, guys barking up the wrong tree
You can't one on one me, nigga, better zone me
Yeah, I kill at hype anger, I'm a life changer
And you so Ray J, you must like Danger
I tell these niggas that it's worse for the K
I just murdered this shit like First 48 and I'm gone

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