KING IZREAL lyrics : "Won't Be The Last"
and when I get that moment, my lines will own it
my rhymes are bullets my minds that full clip
now you know I go hard, tight flows, I'm so sick
$#&@ it, suck it, drunk (*##$ hating on some dumb %#@!
you can hate it or love it butchya aint above it
chump prick spent up quick, like a jamaican ducat
what if I say $#&@ it clown these suckus up in public
drama and the feiry
some are puppets for the public, your a pawn if you don't feel me
your a slave to the all mighty dollar, got it squandered and your weary
thats real talk, yes (*##$, holla if you hear me
this is northwest aint no aiming damage at us
you don't take the throne till you attack the palace
my damn tomahawks my only scalping apparatus
the illest and I mean the baddest with that savage status
here it is suckas, gotchya mutha$#&@as curious
,when I'm buzzing I get furious,
,I'm the sum off all experience, crumble to this lyricist
the glory of THIS warriors like the wonder of the pyrimids
,ever since I learned to rhyme a bit, look I'm on some wild %#@!
snitch prick if %#@! gets filed (*##$,
gotta beat that trial quick, I'm slick
aint been ,quiet, since (-|) the violence in that '99 riot
I can see the bitterness, but it never grew to phaze me
love it or leave it, is theres a reason for you to hate me
,its been awhile since I hitchya with that new %#@! lately
I keep my music crazy, tell'em how I do it baby
-"he wont be the last, he wont be the first,
he'll be the baddest muthafuca, on this $#&@ing earth"
a young warrior on his horse, he won't need the spurs
all he needs, a chorus, all he needs, a verse
-"he wont be the last, he wont be the first,
he'll be the baddest muthafuca, on this $#&@ing earth"
a young warrior on his horse, he won't need the spurs
all he needs, a chorus, all he needs, a verse
fakes $$# rappers (this-is-Izzo)
you can't say %#@! though, (I'm-just-a-sicko)
your getting gased up, (your, bellys-filled-full)
shut the $#&@ up I'm(pepto-bismol)
I wreck this %#@! ho, dissect my lingo
I was just a kid growing next to skid row
complicated thoughts yes, yet so simple
perplexed so just know I'm vexed yet wistful
some heard I'm fresh, lyrics burn your flesh
, I'm cursed yet blessed, its confirmed till death
,observe the rest trying to earn respect
, I left at first and returned the best
I'm crunching my teeth, with my tongue on my cheek
its thunder I speak, yup yup I'm unique
I crush with my feet when there touching the street
humble through this struggle yet I come with this heat
-"he wont be the last, he wont be the first,
he'll be the baddest muthafuca, on this $#&@ing earth"
a young warrior on his horse, he won't need the spurs
all he needs, a chorus, all he needs, a verse
-"he wont be the last, he wont be the first,
he'll be the baddest muthafuca, on this $#&@ing earth"
a young warrior on his horse, he won't need the spurs
all he needs, a chorus, all he needs, a verse
I'm a ill chimp pimp to a damn guerilla
I kick it like mo' legs then a catapiller
till I, can't feel myself become a crashing piller
,-psy-cho-tight-flow, aye let me rap and kill ya
write the smoothest, can't view whats outta sight
enlighten ya, I'm elucid, had to prove that I'm the type
banging out that music, its crucial that I'm tight
aint nothing to it fools, when do this on the mic
let me slow it down, I can speed it up
easily and its equally evil, kuz I can be a nut
pistachios, an actual cannibal when I eat'em up
,this'll be a cut that my ppl need to bump
I never fight my anger son,(-|) my rhymes are slaying'em
I'll blow up slow just like eighty-one tons of uranium
I'm the bomb (*##$ the product of plutonium
that one zany native going harder then titanium
yup I'm off the rictor, I aint lost my vigor
my thoughts are bigger, all my sharp remarks will start to slitchya,
all this hitsya like shots of liqour when they start to getcha
aint even like I'm rapping, its like I'm talking witchya
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