K21 - Rap Game Travolta lyrics

Just call me K, let me tall my smack Handle minds, I do it all like that Then he sorta trip till he falls right back The one-man army kickin' war-type rap Just Pulp Fiction, not a story track Till the truth is here and then taught the map But before I’m back, I'm sure you've added up By the time Faint One's gonna scratch the cut The promoters said, "Next track, you’re up" Who? Me? Nah, where’s your head at? I’m not playin' till I get a bowl of green M&M's And headlock [?] bring the premium [?] Another one [?] Crawl to the club, now I’m gonna leave with a ten pack Dead that, I’ma leave to invent tracks That’ll make your head crack [?] than that ([?]) Fire in the sky, call me de-o-da-do With a baby face, it ain’t Leonardo But everything I utter on a beat's stacato With an appetite that’ll eat your heart notes Makin’ a noise that’ll seat Chicago Move cans [?] shop the crates So you’re special, what if I never do a thing? When I’m reacting I’m comin’ with a [?] Now say goodnight Save the encore and fade the lights Terminate every name on site When the day goes [?] I'ma make it right [?] doesn’t make it right [?] dormant And I ain’t livin' by the book ‘Cause I’d rather be livin’ it like a [?], say it Solemnly sold my soul ain't something that you'd fix with salt [?] Live that martial art, that's why every year I manage to get colder Every, every other rapper [?] like "Man, this style is old" I made a piece, I turn it 'round 'fore I started dancing like Travolta (Dancing like Travolta) But, but I take it to the heart like Uma When I tour with the Hoods, twenty shows And I roll around with the same nasty fumes Half cyborg, half producer with no heart to lose [?] hard to do So, if I am the number one, I'm on the path to sue 'Cause I'm a**umin' the position like Kamasutra And I [?] I just come on down And never known the route, I throw the towel You're over now, whenever I roam the town I'ma make 'em all scream like Rose McGowan That cone is out, I only rocked a pound So profound from the coast, I'm bound to be the dopest [?] until I'm unforgettable To every fool up on a pedestal, I throw them down Hopeless now Straight in the door, comin' through, runnin' with the misfits And all these other motherf**ers wanna hate And get all mad at me because they think I stuck it in their missus Here's a funnel you can piss in I wear my shoes if you really think you're runnin' in my distance Try and gut it like a piston I wish you all the best, can a motherf**er get a witness? Remix! It's a double V b**h, Vince and Vega Got Pulp Fiction in the VCR Gonna pull [?] on a motherf**er If you wanna be [?] on the key [?] [?] got a little [?] In a hot syringe, so when the cops come in I'm k**ing every motherf**er that ever had enough of me [?] a who*e [?] throw 'em off the balcony Get back, I'm gorgeous, I'm thinkin' that Meth lab's enormous, gonna pull the trigger Shoot you in the face and put your motherf**in' body [?] rapper storage You f**in' idiot, I see you writing government orders better But you took a lot of money out my pocket [?] you better leave a letter Just go down like [?] pleasure To the god damn European chick with the accent Shimmy, shimmy your bu*t, gimme, gimme the f** I mean I had it with the god damn trap sh** Meanwhile the summer [?] Sixty-two [?] [?] of a Big Kahuna burger Give me the feeling, you never hurt a [?] leader Like Hillary Clinton usin' a service that's illegal They gon' blow your brains out, give me half the knowledge Get you self-demolished, got a couple motherf**ers Runnin' 'round with my soul in a black briefcase Like Marsellus Wallace And the code is six-six-six Band-Aid on the back of my neck I rap for respect, you don't wanna take it outside You say [?] like the back of a cheque Solemnly sold my soul, pull my car right out for profit I just bite your f**in' leg, take the money out my wallet Listen truly, I'm the shepherd, you're the sheep I like rappers like my steak, bloody and [?] With salt and pepper on the beat Give it to make like that, anybody fight back? I'll blam 'em in the shoulder Stuck the needle in my arm and started dancin' like Travolta I'm so hard, the f**in' handsome man, I hold it Man, all you little b**hes ([?])