Knxwledge - k**uminati lyrics

[Produced by Knxwledge] [Intro (Sample)] Yes, Strawberries [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] I'm a beast with these flows Two birds, one stoned, you get geese'd when trees rolled They say I'm evil cause I trained my ego to see gold Cause he know, seagulls couldn't see these goals, please It's the return of the beast coast No cash flashed, but the cheese still make teeth show Incognito, is how you move on the strip What you trynna be Vito? Well there's rules to this sh** Don't get clapped, ya'll ain't real spitters, ya'll lips chapped Better watch it, Mr. Nicewatch, don't risk that I got a 6 pack of bare sk** that I spill like that And everybody know (That sh** crack!) Ya'll n***as softspoken, down below choking The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men There's makes sense why you want beef, well this frozen It's nuts for you screwed in the tool, and can't hold em Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I'm next to go The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico My lyrical span is what the fans is demandin' Step into my box and that's exactly what'chu stand in Ain't no half steppin' around me And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me The young cop k**er, I'm dat ill, so doc' will ya Give me two shots for 2Pac k**er....n***a [Verse 2:Capital STEEZ] Soul searchin' 'till my flows are perfect I ain't trynna be a slave to grow old from workin' Sorry BADA$$, you lucky that I peeped it second Tell them n***as keep it steppin' with they beat selection Check the melodies, it's so heavenly That sh**'ll get your hipster move with no 7D's Audi-opium, can I bust soliloquies Got that sh** mix and mastered both remedies Grab a spoonful, we sturrin' up a pot And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot I'm flowin' like a volcano and drippin' verses off the top Dirty cops still swervin' on the block Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid It's in my jeans so don't worry what my pants is Get with the script it's that ignorant sh** And they bound to get sick of us quick but I ain't sealin' my lips It's a shift, I know you feel it man We blowin' up like a ceiling fan Droppin' off j**els like k**a Cam's man When it comes to kickin' verses I'm Mr. Van Damme Crushin' strawberries it's a jam So throw up both hands if you can Ironic how I'm k**in' this sh**, until they bury me My volume is going in depth with longevity Stupids