Caprio - Kickoff

Kobe in the six
Your favorite rappers hit a couple bricks
Meet in the parking lot for a couple licks
Hop in and burn the slicks
Tired of being dismissed
Fleetwood with the assist
Yeah, cause my boy never missed
Just watch the flick of the wrist
Lunatics avoiding statistics, department of linguistics
You called on Jaco, go deep like Lago
Knock out Drago
Always ready for the slaughter
Run up the mountain for Walter
Keep trucking never falter
Six blunts and my roster
Lyrical scholars
Next chapters authors
Waiting on an offer
Take 'em a quarter at a time
Then I take mine
Dollar for some rhymes, Dame for the dimes
Faces of times, Process
Like enzymes
Hard like crimes, fine like wine
Dressed to nines
I ain't trying to impress you
We on queue debut
MF Doom freehand
Costume in hand
Resume grand
Classroom for the brand
Consume, Expand

Yeah man I'm feeling fucking colossal
When I die, they gon' be digging for my fossils
This that fucking shit I've been itching for, twitching for
Funny some motherfuckers still be acting hostile
Like how they got time to talk shit with empty pockets
Yo we don't really care what the fuck you bitching for
Y'all still poor, piss poor, poor sport
Pissing in your gym shorts

Hello and good evening Ladies and Gentlemen
Feeling myself breathing pure adrenaline
Making moves getting acquainted with Benjamin
They gon' cut a check
I'll pretend I haven't met him yet
No overdose that be scheduling
Gotta go places I ain't ever been
Climbing charts like I'm hiking Everest
Fuck air, I said, I said
I'm breathing pure adrenaline
I just, I just need this weed to settle in
Blow up and blow out
Spit on the cake like a little kid
Take the whole thing maybe finish it
Like oh shit it's him again
Pigment mismatching his syllable's
He's spitting so ridiculous, meticulous, villainous
He's feeling it, he's killing 'em
Feeling 'em up right after he deals with 'em
Just on some lyrical criminal shit
Trying to carry the game he'll strain his ligaments
This just some of the shit we gon' hit 'em with

Yeah man I'm feeling fucking colossal
When I die, they gon' be digging for my fossils
This that fucking shit I've been itching for, twitching for
Funny some motherfuckers still be acting hostile
Like how they got time to talk shit with empty pockets
Yo we don't really care what the fuck you bitching for
Y'all still poor, piss poor, poor sport
Pissing in your gym shorts

Written by:
Dennis Krueger, Josiah Gilbert

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