King Flip - King Flow

P.C

I got to eat bon' appetit
Dressed in all black I'm elite
You can't do what I do, it's obsolete
K-i-n-g I got the heat
Spent a lot of time perfecting my sound
Have shit solidified and locked down
I been patient my nigga'
I'm off to greatness my nigga'

Need to be your favorite my nigga'
Shoot for the stars, need a spaceship my nigga'
I'll blast it off on eighth ave'
Paint pictures with words master of the craft
Winning team, winning circle nobody gets drafted
The elite blackout black man with a mask
Everybody living in a world full of sin
So please lord forgive me, got to step on toes to win
Plus the game need saving, all these weak motherfuckers
Half assing' on they shit, I'm going to let every beat suffer
You fuck niggas' go and sing your hearts out
I come through and find other body parts to cut out
I go bonkers on the track, conquer with my raps
Conscious that's a fact, smoking ganja gas
Launching off the pad
Lets not get shit confused, the shit I'm on disapproved
I'll hit the news, continuing to use
I don't loose

I got to eat bon' appetit
Dressed in all black I'm elite
You can't do what I do, it's obsolete
K-i-n-g I got the heat
Spent a lot of time perfecting my sound
Have shit solidified and locked down
I been patient my nigga'
I'm off to greatness my nigga'

I'm official, swear that I'm official
Y'all niggas' like pistols, I'm a fully loaded missile
The psycho the psycho
Hardcore I cripple
My four four blow at your nose like tissue
Bitch I got to eat, bon' appetit, the bone after I feast
I was born a fucking beast , see the horns from the freak
You been warned don't you speak
It will be war you will retreat
I'm the fucking king that love to put in work
I got it in the bag, she got it in her purse
They got me started I am giving out concussions
Conclusions, problem child
Nigga' no solution
Gone

Written by:
Correy Horton

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