Reign of Terror - The Misadventures of k**ah Crook & Luke Yacko lyrics

[Verse 1: Ryan Kelly] It's k**ah Crook Get on my dick, faster than the Audubon, puffing polygons Mothaf**as tryna skate on me I'm just tryna get my Ollie on Sorry son I'm prolly on this sh** for the grind Rappers tryna mimick like Mr. Mime So I say, Ditto, never quit though The icing on the cake my bank account never froze I went public, invested all the stuff it's, a private with a goddamn D-Day vet flow Although I ain't talking animalia You're talking to your hoe wonder why she never calling ya no more But she like me, her throat sore but for different reasons although both are Pertaining to b**hes groping me more I guess I learned the ropes or I said f** it and I constructed a ladder walked under it This sh** for blacks, Mothaf**a I am dark matter Black magic, when I'm rapping But rapping lames f**ing basking in my light Capitalize on this sh** cause I'm only talking bout I I'm hashing out lies ya telling lies While I'm lying down with ya girl Never doubt I will humanize Your flow yeah I'll bring it back down to earth Holier than thou attitude mothaf**as bringing me myrrh Singing me first "We don't play around" My dogs got my back like we in Homeward Bound And the ladies meow cause b**h I'm in the god damn game now Pound for pound, I'm the dog that you tryna take home Mothaf**as bragging cause they f*ggot songs on an iPhone b**h I'm doing it big, I stick A middle finger up to the haters tell 'em I'm home Maybe though one day be playing on the radio But f** it if I don't still got girls asking me to sadi though Tryna dance slow while my pants low Yo, approximately yea-high Down to my ankles while my goddamn high head be in the sky, I Roll my own sh**, write my own sh** Spit acidic, while lames is climbing over walls like they training in basic Ya gotta face it The game be infants who can't tie they own laces While I'm rocking shoes they can't afford, can't pull off They wasting they time 300 sh** they can't hold off My god flow, yeah I came and I saw Then I conquered these soft a** f**s arms up like I'm Adolf But b**h my dick soft in the same spot I been for years but now peers know to lose track of my name not The tape drops and the world take notice Showing those who hate that this green I be blowing Be the loud, like you play my songs on the low While you high tryna give me high fives now [Verse 2: Bruce Li] Before I spit you can feel how humid it's getting They say my head is in the clouds they must be cumulonimbus The storm is brewing up in this b**h bout to chew up and spit this All helter skelter storm shelter doors blew off the hinges They f**ing knew I'm the sickest I give em rheumatic symptoms Sit in the doctors office coughing soon you're losing your senses Like goddamn, this chemical warfare Sun Tzu in my mind from China wasn't even born there Still working for mine, already tryna take your share Jet black coarse hair, like the Barbary corsairs The pen's the sword when I write is what I'm tryna say sh** I mean I torrent my idols off of Pirate Bay And you may, think I'm just wishing for their position But one day I can picture them finished up on my hit list Rap game bounty hunter when you hear the sound of thunder Face it even if you hate it rated's what they found me under But overachieving guess I'm being paradoxical Cause people always telling me my sh** is either hot or cold I wanna be rocking flows across the globe not at home I gotta go, if you don't f**ing love it then you must be kinda slow After the Reign, ill be waiting for the pot of gold Clincially insane, Heath showed me that it's not a joke Not kidding when I spit this my sh** is Arkham asylum Writing from day to night if it's getting dark I'll enlighten Lot of these b**hes love to bark but dont bite and I'm Saint Bernard with these iambs Big dog ya regardless where I am Readily let em see the pedigree go hard to remind em That if they f**ing with this sh** then go press start then rewind it The beats hard probably suffering from the rigamortus And the studio ain't big enough to stuff in all the corpses Force em to the f**ing morgue before I truck em with a fork lift No remorse it's why I give a warning for I start recording ROT spell it out because we'll rot in hell Fine with me can't wait for the stories Biggie and Pac would tell You may think the way I'm dropping names is f**ing blasphemous But I'm hotter than the flames Olympic Games the torch they pa**ing it And if not then I'm grabbing it, f** pa**ive aggressive Yeah I'm past the point of pa**ing up my pa**ion for a pension, I should mention that I'm Never gonna be the one to make you wanna laugh But they stand up hands up every time I rap Tell em run it back on the motherf**ing track Hear me gasp cuz I can't breathe when I rap fast As a matter of fact, I can rap fast or rap slow An a**hole Luke Yacko, don't plan on coming back home If I get cash like I pa**ed go talking bout monopoly Read my own fortune and it looks like I'll be profiting Just playing in this game to renovate abandoned property Let that sink in take a drink and let me end this properly Yeah let me end this properly