Johnny Merk - Breaking Up (feat. K Styles)

ZILLA
Iron Fist
K Styles
Ya hood's fuckin' heroes
Check, YBG, bitch
Fatal Movement, bitch
Aquachelle, Aquachelle
Check
Ay, yeah
Loss of communication reason why I'm breakin' up
Too many family and friends bein' fake enough
Try to take the kid power, but i'm like Ghost
50 Street Kings, see me, make a toast
Cuts like butter, but I'm sticky like margarine
99' I was watchin' granny, smoking Parliaments
Haters tryin' to know Merk, tryin' to see the heart of him
Plan to be the hardest in the market
Passionate artist, I love what I do
Rhymin' to the beats, it's the way I break fools
Graphic like JPEGs, how I leave murders
General warning like surgeons feed smokers
Sweltering hot, still killin', Al Roker
Sweatin' these Snuffys, going skinny like Grover
I produce sick like veggies in the grocer
Shut that partition, bout' to smash, please chauffeur!
I'm just so young, they amazed, keepin' up
I see that they hate, that's why I'm breakin' up
Passing kinetic, I kill the stu, throwing cosmic energy
Strength and durability, is equal to a hickory
Iron Fist Johnny, never soft like boll weevils
Burning families, in the Garden of Eden
Kids gettin' short punishments and no beatings
Reason why society corrupt with the evil
Corrupt with the evil!
Reason why society's corrupt with the evil!
Corrupt with the evil
Reason why society, corrupt with the evil!
Too many haters tryin' to get in my circus
And I be laughin' at these niggas like a three-way circus
Sky is the limit, Biggie Smalls purpose
You got me feelin' like the Pope, and I be killin' these verses
Smokin' on this purple, keep my mind in the clouds
How you like me now, and I be rockin' the clouds
Black on black, everything Cuba, Langstroth
Dress smooth as a pimp, I'm always grindin'
Hoes gon' be hoes, but they want my respect
You got me feelin' like the Wu, you best protect your neck
Me and Johnny Merk, and we the connect
We break things up like chump change
Come through with the iron fist at mid-range
Cash flow, everything, we sold no cream
Everybody's young black, they have no dreams
We be shinin' hard with the ice like high beams
Fast food, juicing up the streets like HI-C
Everyone woke, church to the archdiocese
Corrupt with the evil
Reason why society, corrupt with the evil
Corrupt with the evil
Reason why society, corrupt with the evil

Written by:
Johnathan Holmes, Kenny Allen

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