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King Los

Give Up The Goods (Freestyle)

 

Give Up The Goods (Freestyle)


Yo
I think infinite from within and expand like the cosmos
This darkness and pure carbon that granted me god soul
Its the language that forms life,I'm advancing the convo
My actions and my intentions are passionate convo
I was raised in the city where snipers come from the womb
Killers move in silence and y'all the hypest ones in the room
A righteous one would assume I made it out the matrix
Through phases that fade away like the the light that come from the moon
I know niggas who had vision but wouldn't focus to zoom
Rose from the concrete but didn't notice they bloomed
I know niggas who talk street about putting Los in a tomb
Then turn into fanboys once you put us both in a room
I'm the fingerprint the lingering scent of god essence
A wise man can't want answers and dodge questions
How I got the wisdom know the places I go for help
My chakra system consisting of my higher and lower self or from mass is a homicide
Where bases upon the fire, turn your lights out like triple blackness personified
Im from the jungle you know we with the shits
My niggas like Rafiki, they known to act a monkey with them sticks
While I ate series, men cherry the interior
Chinchilla throws on my couch with twin terriers
Im imperial, Empirical and Spiritual
My pen serious in theory, You inferior niggas
They tried casting me under spells
I listen to their raps and I'm massively underwhelmed
Whoever you thinks the best is a faction of myself
Its like the ancestors deny them access to other realms
And I'm even in this wipeout phase or looking down from spiritual VIP with my eye brows raised
Like I ain't giving out no halos to sleep niggas
They came up but won't stay down like cheap nigga
I could never be triggered but you fools love backstroking in baby pools to think you a deep nigga
With these scriptures that I breathe you see pictures
They sweat me cause I secrete the elixir
You fucking with an actual king
A lot of men are rude
But the way I float that's a natural spring
My voice is the portal door for the passion between
The subconscious Minecraft and galactical dreams
A masterful scheme your mind is a craft with a beam
That type of space falls out of space tacticle teams
King

feito

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