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King Los

Lemon Pepper Wings (Freestyle)

 

Lemon Pepper Wings (Freestyle)


Ya. Ayo, turn my mic up a little bit
Check, check, check, ya
Yo
I gave niggas flowers
They gave me dirt
So I just grew more flowers and made it work
See what I peep is that, well we ain't gonna speak on that cause this shit could get deep as where niggas bury their secrets at
Where they defeated at, is my connection on-lines and all the money they really spitting is E-thernets
They throw you niggas some pennies and make you rap for 'em
You do millions of views and end up feeling confused
Cause it ain't translating over your platform
You got a mind of a slave I don't condone this shit
I do own whips and chains but watch your tone a bit
Cause try to hang with the Mastermind and end up ina noose
Since (nuisance) you riding the wave and I rather own the ship, (ownership)
Why we even have these conversations?
He gon' think he want the smoke (D. Smoke) until he having complications
Last nigga I coached got a Grammy nomination
This is train with the killers
First niggas just came with the fila
Last time I argued over views it was whether I could see the Mediterranean in Spain from my villa
My vision ain't the same as you niggas
If I was you what I would do is just listen and get Game
I mean my name is a title, yours is a nickname
And I would never own my title (TIDAL) just to sell it
I go at a nigga apple for my spot if I (Spotify) could help it
So what the fuck is this?
Look, niggas talking cray on (Crayon) apps but when it comes to these raps they just show they true color and book (colorin book)
What the fuck is the script when niggas bumping they lips
I ain't bubba gumping with shrimps
I ain't animated but I wrote them cartoons (car tunes) you suckers bump in your whips
I'm giving out gift bags at the Rapture my sixth dimensional craft do Zig-Zags through the blackness
Dis-fasten the magic, only spells you mismatched for the master, now tell me which craft did you capture
Cause I exist in dimensions niggas is rarely in
And I rap in a bracket niggas is barely in
Oh he gon' rep-'til-he-in these muddy waters
I don't know how you claiming you a foe (UFO) and I'm the alien
Niggas is foolish to taunt the monster
I do chakran alignment on short notice
I'm known to sit in the darkness and chant mantras
While I'm doing my mudras in full Lotus
This nigga Los is the lyrical psychosis the spiritual process every theory osmosis
If its my flow that's leaving you pussies sick than it should be diagnosed as venereal prognosis
To experience my focus you need Iron man cause I'm out of body and my material high voltage
Ya, you bargaining with the one
You sure you wanna trade when you bartering with the gun
Here I am thinking niggas should thank me
Now I'm Kirking on 'em
Frankly I am just out here arguing with my son
You ain't a legendary name, what am I to gain?
How you bitches big headed knowing I'm insane
This nigga think he wigging
We can address it, but make up you wore my heels?
I'm bringing your momma pain
Niggas can't out Fox me
I'm really the man
They be playing two roles like they really ya fam'
I let the fans see that real kings tower and this nigga's uncool, I knew Junior was really a Stan
Ya, you been advised by the Chief
Trying to box for God
You minimizing your reach
You energized by the streets
If coming for my crown give you a surge than you end up identified by your teeth, sheesh
You boys ain't no where near my professional range
Its disrespect, you just have to accept, you would have to astral project just to reach my celestial plane
He gon' lose he ain't accessing the rest of his brain
I'm big dog, you not barking, stop talking
Nobody compares Astin Martins to Doc Martens
Stop tripping, you not dripping, you bullshitting
You not even a Scott Pippin
You more like Dennis Scott when the shot missing
I shoot movies and plot twist them
Your Grey area is not wisdom
My rhythm and flow the best shit for real
Every rapper know I be on some next shit with skill
I never been one to chase pussy but you fucked if you think I'd make it all the way to Netflix and chill
Performing in other countries living my dreams
Then come into America flipping my CREAM
Writing for Empire while building an empire
No lying similar stories just through different haikus (Hakeems)
I'm the best I ain't here to debate none of you niggas
I only came here to bait one of you niggas
So how you feeling?
Triggered or tricky? Dope boy or Ricky? Jody or Sweet P? Goofy or Mickey? Ja'rule or 50?
I move how I move cause y'all rules don't fit me
Niggas about to feel the difference ima reveal
I spent a year and a half just getting out of my deal
Real fans stuck around cause they missed me out on the field
But the industry had a vision my inner God wouldn't feel
Now I'm back cause I'm at a different route I could kill
When you out the mud, you gotta get it out it fa real
When its time to pay for that shit that's slipping out of grill
Remember you ordered beef don't be slipping out on the bill nigga

4-Peace King
Ya let's play ball whoever, whenever, whatever, when, ha

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