Klean - Metaphorical Magazine

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Woah

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
Woah

Twelve twenty two
Nineteen ninety nine
It was like three o' five
Woah woah
Winter time

Yeah

Yo
Woah
I ain't no fraud I only state facts
Don't talk about guns or having big ol racks
Cuz I don't got that shit
Like rappers that talk about those things but they ain't even got no raps

Your styles crap
Dog s*** on the bottom of my shoe
Rappers lack originality
Never got nothing new

You b****** don't wanna battle me
You dying if you do
I'm dying for you to try me
I'm loaded ready to shoot

My metaphorical magazine
Microphone in my hand
Tracking down my enemies
Killing them from where I stand

Posing for a pic
It's hard to pick my stance
Play my tunes for the devil and shawty will start to dance

Still getting up in the morning early
Cuz damn I love to hustle
Knowledge stacking weight I'm pushing
Got my brain building muscle

I bust a move
You busters still bump the cupid shuffle
That's something that I can't do
Like a rich men taking shuttle

Real g's move is silence
Like sovereign
Sound of the sirens
I'm publicly wilding
On these streets I spit some flames
And then like Adele I set fire to the rain

Then I reign forever
A true legend this insane
Ain't nobody do it better
Ain't no one could do the same

Just another fricken cracker
Trynna be a rapper
Eat up these beats all the time
Like a late night snacker

(Damn)
(We wanted to scare you children)

Yo my homie told me uh
I gotta pause some times
So you can gather
All the s*** that I'm rapping
It's good though it gives me time
To reload my metaphorical magazine

Fuck all dat extra shit
That rappers do
Just to try and get a view
I stay real to myself
My blow ups overdue

Thought that I would have the fame
Everybody know my name
Bout everybody scrolling past me
Failed to recognize my game

Yo yo
Really tho that's okay
I know that I'm sick
And this disease
Don't go away

Rap until I'm dizzy
Moving swiftly
Cuz I'm off the drank
I don't even like to do this shit
But I was bored today

Lately I really been trynna to go and get this paper
So I just wrote this in my notes
And then saved for later

Now the time has come cuz
I'm finally done waiting
We get so high and walk on sky's
And chill with Darth Vader

Your raps are luke warm
And do not have no flavor
Mines is flipped filleted
And then sautéeded

Cook it right bitch
That's my only ultimatum and
You don't want no beef
All you get is a tomato

Beat slowed chopped up
Filthy as can be
I'm best MC in the entire DMV
Straight facts
Taking over the whole industry
Ain't no one in this city that can even compete

My homies got dreams
But rather spend their cheese
On drinks for women
Or Jordan's and weed

I got a higher education
B**** check my degree
I've studied music from the now
And the also the B.C

But me
Ahhh s*** I'm from a different era
And I don't make no error
When I'm working in the layer
That is where I be
Chilling keeping it Klean
Till I pop out on the scene with my reloaded
Metaphorical magazine

Written by:
Maxwell Klimczak

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