AVN & King K.O.N.G. - Universal lyrics

(Music is universal. It doesn't matter what language you speak It doesn't matter where you're from But it exudes a love we can all understand We can all appreciate.) (King K.O.N.G.) (VERSE 1) I can take you to the past But I really don't wanna Binya Binya wasn't cool And neither was Daria The presents where it's at And I treat it as such Cause when I was 7 I didn't know how to split a dutch Coulda lied to ya Told you that I blazed by 10 Took shrooms at 11, 13 was h**n You'd say "no wonder why he's dope as f** Did you hear all that stuff he took Before he dropped his nuts" But the truth is I didn't Did I lose respect to admit it Is it true to gain it back I gotta play into your gimmick Sounds like the mimicked Thoughts of a cynic Contortin' your grimace Before I was even finished With the end of my sentence Cause as you grow older The world grows colder Jus wishing that a shoulder Was to hold you up But it seems nowadays That thought is far away So long as I have my mother There's no woman I'll love But even she be stressin' me This sh** won't get the best of me My dad ain't been around And he won't be for the rest of me Givin' me the proper recipe To pop at anyone I see Comin' around Bummin me down About sh** they don't know So stare into my soul stealers They'll let you know what the deal is And honestly you couldn't even handle What they're revealing It'll have you reeling Behind this f**in appeal and It'll show you how quickly That the good guy can become the villain (AVN) (VERSE 2) They call me backwards skateboarder Smokin' crack herbs writin bars In the back of cla** tryin' to pa** words And answers to my b**hes and ba*tards Teacher calling out my name She's on my last nerve And I'm the last serf In this petty kingdom Of handbags, homeowner wealth & upper income Smokin' in the stairwells Jocks in the hallways Slangin' in the bathrooms Baby blues all day She want that foreplay Honey's into solos Effeminate hipster males sayin YOLO I was on the outside And I was always out of it And we were always outside My crew was always down to fit Spaz on his a** Check a cracker like a counterfeit Matt's with the gra** With the gla** of the powdered sh** Over the counter sh** Chop and make a mound of it Dollar 50 dutches Got me rushin' to the counter quick I got a ounce of piff Put it in my locker bro School zone drug offense Runnin' like a soccer goal To the back trails People snortin' fat rails On five star notebooks Catatonic mad pale And mad stale Preppy cats call me dirtbag But I find it funny money Where you get your work at Where you get your coke sacks Dimes and them percs at Matty nice homeslice Tell me where the love's at