Cmbeats - King Flow lyrics

They say I got a bad habit Predisposition for going ham And they bad habit: They geek when they dissing, I'm throwing hands Bad habit Creep & they twisted while throwing bands And crack addicts, n***a don't tell me bout my bad habits Bout to math lab it Switch in E for the A Like n***as do with drinks when they dropping E to get laid They'll burn in hell Deep, they teeming with demons, my team got a sweet allegiance, we creep in then leave em sprayed That's a metaphor Cause I could get em or dead em Floor gas pedals towards A flower shop to get their last petals for The funeral, and I don't smoke weed Don't come to me with that pot cause I'm a black kettle, bored Of biters & k**ing cyphers Sorry to disappoint but at this point I find that it's pointless like k**ing lifers I'm the villain, HYFR Take care, my bars hot in this No ecstacy, you E-gypped, in a sarcophagus I said E-gypped n***a Like you gypped of E Funny how that line's easier to get when I say it differently This a different league of rap How you think you can get to me? You should get febreeze as I breeze Now let me do some tricks with E's Get it, E again But at the same time it was tricks with ease Like it's nothing cause it's nothing, I'm ga**ed but my gas tank sits at E I hate Joseph Smith And you're to rap what he is to me Inflammatory like a histamine Nothing He treats you like you're his to be But then talks about you like you're just a chick to squeeze Quit fronting Don't act like the trap's for the kids to be Quit stunting, cause honey's attractive to the different bees And it's Bompton when you walking Brazy when you talking Deranged & crazy slaving cause your face is what I'm watching It got awkward when I said slave, don't tell me I trip Like when I'm with a chick and a white dude tells me I'm whipped Look in the mirror, illest rapper in the game I see Ask around & who say it not me? People hate? ah please Underestimate the great I'll be But I don't trip though, c'est la vie I can switch flow Hit em with a little different tempo Have you thinking I'm schizo, cause my pencil stay on E King murked, where the prince go Never let em get ahead cause they just slow Starting to get my gist, bro? you pissed? oh, well hey, I'm pleased See em makin jokes about dystonia out my window & I'm just froze Like how ignorant you gotta be to insult The people suffering from this cold Disease & then you just flow About it like nothin hurts em, quick blow You officially on my list bro But wait, I'm tryna flex And that would make this song conscious But I gotta address the fact that rappers just make me nauseous I like Chance, K. Dot, Cole, Ab-Soul but bro, I better be cautious Cause rappers get they feelings hurt & throw disses its preposterous But dissing is their loss, but The distance disses dig dividing dogs who got each other's digits Dis-attach & distract & disorient this disorder then disseminates until entertainers are warriors & stories are Acted out as euphoria dissipates & you delve of dimensions that before you had Just mocked as a lack of discipline dissing your war & you didn't know that in the distant future you'd be the storybook You detested, ignorance deforming your diligence, now your illegitimate pilgrimage to villages are spent ripping & pillaging the children & the women & all the men that you k**ing & You are officially the destroyer of your religion Lames exit my lane fast These n***as acting like broads is who that's aimed at With your weak lines These 9's will rock a fella so blaze past And I just turned this catwalk into a dame dash