Killuminati

(álbum: 1999 - 2012)

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
I'm a beast with these flows
2 birds one stone, you get geese when trees roll
They say I'm evil cause I trained my eagle to see gold
See, no seagulls couldn't see these goals
Please, it's the return of the beast coast
No cash, flash put the cheese still make teeth show
The cold needle, is how you move on a strip, you trynna be Vito?, well there's rules to this shit
Don't get clapped, ya'll ain't real spitters, ya'll lips chapped
Better watch the Mr. Nicewatch, don't risk/wrist that
I got a 6 pack of bear/bare skill that I spill like that
And everybody know (THAT SHIT CRAY!)
Ya'll niggas softspoken, down below token
The type to drop the soap when you soaking in front of most men
It makes sense you want beef with this frozen
It nuts for new school, in the tool, ya' kid hold him
Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I'm next to go
The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico
A lyrical spanish, with a dance that's demanding
Step into my box and that's exactly what'chu standing
Ain't no half stepping 'round me
And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me
That young cop killer, I'm dat I'll, so doc' will ya
Give me two shots for 2Pac killer

[Verse 2: Capital Steez]
Soul searching 'till my flows are perfect
I ain't trynna be a slave to grow old from working
Sorry BADA$$, you lucky that I peeped the second
Tell them niggas keep it stepping with they beat selection
Check the melody, it's so heavenly
That shit'll get your hips to move no 70's
All the Opium, can I bust soliloquies
Got that shit mix and mastered both remedies
Grab a spoonful, sturring up a pot
And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot
I'm flowing like a volcano, dripping verses while dripping verses off the top
Dirty cops still swerving on the block
Looking for black kids, that spitting up acid
It's in my genes, don't worry where my pants is
Get with the script it's that ignorant shit
And they bound to get sick off of this quick
But I sealing my lips, it's a shift
I know you feel it man
We blowing up like a ceiling fan
Dropping off jewels like Killa Cam's man
When it comes to kicking verses I'm Mr. Van Damme
Crushing strawberries it's a jam
So throw up both hands if you can
Ironic how I'm killing this shit
Until they bury me, my volume is going in depth with longevity