Biggz of S4L and KayIX - Chickens

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Chickens

All I see is chickens
Running on the stage
Bunch of dropouts wanna rap about how they getting no wage
But instead of doing this
They imitate Drakes
Congratulations! You got certified as another duck in the lake
Flop on the way!
Suck, and I'm glad you left the ocean for the misfits
Raps like 2Pac, art's over business
Hit up the new school but there's always been a difference
You masturbating. I smash all of you bitches
90 percent of y'all are on my shit-list
Damn soft like I risk it for a biscuit
Shit on your face
Bitch I spaz
Get me in a circle, promise you will leave it able to put a lipstick
Now picture me rave
I look friendly with the sound of the grave
Tricking, tricking while I'm ducking this wave
I think these hoes do need more attention to pay
So I'll pick on you picking the mic like a slave
Vomit raps and the bitch thinking you slay
We're the pistols to heavy artilleries
Spartan! Kick you off the stage
Now watch me spray it like
Praying while I'm doing this sin
I think I took a right path but I'm viciously grinning
I prolly make a murder with a purifier intentions
I'm imitating Hitler! Fuckin' holocaust in this bitch
Now call me a raw headed
Every time I pick up the pen
I'm doing damage out of the talent that you obviously missing
A figment like a dick in a head
It's permanently stick in
Digging a hole for all the bullshit that you feeding the kids
See rap is a threat fellow
Cock back, aim I did solve the riddle
You'll get punished for being a brainwashed and settle
Matter of fact give me my place so I can rock the devil
You still need an identity ho
'fore needing the people who're mixing and shooting your scene
That's the core of the message and big dick to seize
Yo K9 tell me what you see.

All I see is lemons
All over my place
Everyday people be telling me to make lemonades
I obey
Till I was fed up
And had to get away
To define my rhyme, gotta define my time
In my mind like
Killing every beat on repeat find a seat
Here to see me and Biggz bring thick sticks
Fear is leading us in with big tricks
Treats to hear us again then think next
Blessing to express every lesson that met with my essence
A passiveness trust
Call it luck
I'm calling it God with a capital Must in a flammable pot
I'm coherent to hear shit that gives me the feeling
Like beating these fake ass bitches
Give 'em stitches to snitch for forgiveness
You miss this inter-twisted miss-concepted life
Every bar's like a knife
Cutting slices into nice little pieces
To free all my demons inside
This is K9 for the million time
With a brilliant rhyme
In a minute I'm fearless to get up and get it, I'm right
Even my writtens are right on this rhythm
Precisions my weapon tonight
Maybe I'm feeling this way so it's leading me straight to the gate to Enlight-en
Educate myself
Medicate my health
Contemplate my stealth
This the way or else
You gonna end up a pile of shit
Aren't you surprised that it's you that you did?
Dirty and wrong it's just making me sick
Straight to my stomach like vomiting something that's thick
Disgusting to bring into subject but fuck it I did
Powers of having the will to predict all these powerful lyrics as is
Yeah.

Written by:
Ahmed El-Bakry, Youssef Khattab

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Solo 4 Life Records

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