Murs - King Kong lyrics

[Flynn] I won't tell you the do's And I won't tell you the don'ts I'll just fill the wills 'til they manage the most Of my time, of my rhymes Of my thoughts, of my actions Some past convictions of everyday satisfaction Transpose my flows, flawless in my timing Adding commas and zeroes to this career, climbing Uphill, to up and k** doubt and stress And those enemies that pretend to be friends at my close [CookBook] Who am I I'm the one with no release date The one who M.C.s great Like the taste of Philly Cheese steak So if we break some knee, 'K We won't resort to cheapskate I'll make your knee's shake Cause every rhyme I spits a keepsake For Pete's sake CookBook's dope and there's no debate You wish you had a comeback, but no, there is no rebate Your hopes and dreams deflate With every song that I create Beat me, you must be in a dream state [Hook] Freak the format, make your heart beat strong No hoop to like, come whack, get the gong You better bring the house down like King Kong If not you got to go, if not you got to go [Joey The Jerk] Out of words with Captain Cute, MC Some fools try to be special Convinced by simple MC's their style's experimental It's essentially a mental tied to the 7th grade level No respect to tap dancing around the fundamentals Where's the substance, the meat Please make sense when you speak Catchy phrases are great but your verses are weak Need to retreat And find a place to make peace Something better lies ahead of you Later, next week [Sharlok Poems] Don't integrate, differentiate Like make the haters hate the players Laden with asinine rhymes Gettin' quotes in the Source Chokin', the horse get bit? No secret though Spill from it's grill Until pen hits paper John Hanco*k seals the deal ? keep it real but they're faker than prosthetic limbs Player mommy, wrapped up in silk Jewels and gems Foolish man, tryin' to move in with bad joints These rappers been ? Fugazi style, with no choice [Hook] [Pigeon John] See, simple things become complex While you're frustrated overrated rhymes, reject You're basically loss I'm basically boss Tryin' to teach little people how much this sk** costs See, it's not a rap thing It's kind of a tax swing And hits your memory of what you thought was happenin' This is what you wanna write What you've got is not tight Loose jabberjaws and these bars n***as wanna bite [UNO Mas] I'm just a fact of life You gotta give him the mic And I'm the cat in the back that you just hate to like Cause I'm a heavyweight Y'all can check the tale of the tape And I'm quick to make my move That's why I'm yellin' checkmate And I cause the real estate to quake in just a matter of eight I drop lines to operate In a way, you take the bait And I'mma be the top rate Cause everything is a stake Heads go up when I create With these bombs, I penetrate [Hook]