Kirk Knight - Alowha lyrics

[Intro] And the champion Reigning that is From Flatbush, Brooklyn Yea.. back in this muthaf**a Reportin' live from a lyrical high One time [Verse 1] Yo, with not a damn thing on my mind But this rhyme, and a matter of time To make this whole sh** align Like I planned out, nothing in life gets handout Just stand out, ever since I hit the pot my vision panned out Pressure boil 'til im fanned out Now we the popular band So they can't keep their hands off of the man now Invite em in, give 'em that S vitamin Baby Cham style Got some Trini girl to soak it up, ShamWoW! Damn child, you're k**in 'em Fillin' 'em, drillin' 'em with serums, of pure noradrenaline High blood feelin' like the thermostat cracked left mercury spillin' Your favorite rapper tryna earn stacks from nursery children True emcees write a verse and rehearse it a million times Just for the rebirth of a feelin' prime and golden Shawty ask what I'm holdin', teasin' 'em Know when the magnum blast eye squeeze magnesium Used to be mad premature now I'm mad premium From lookin' up to n***as, to lookin' up n***as meetin' 'em Meetings with 'em, give 'em a high pitch like curveballs and helium Young scorcher trying to evolve like Charmeleon Million, yeah n***a, we tryna get a million Got the bomb n***a, Baghdad, I'm blown away from a bad pa** Walk on gra**, below skunk, I smell sole funk in the stash My SB's, antimony I never had I was more arsenic, vaporize when I got heated Never jealous, solid as a rock n' roll fo' planes No propellers, just some Pro fellas Who you know better? Never lost my groove I don't know no Stella It's a cold world without Coachella A shady bunch, like under Interscope umbrella But that don't phase me once, people say I'm crazy but Call me young Evel cause I crazy stunt Amaze these punks, drop swa*k like it's knowledge to ya Mr. Bada$$ is ya scholar's tutors Swa*k the lord and hallelujah Still praying to the allahs, gods and judahs Balance out my lows on a low high n***as ain't know I'm sitting so high Balance out my lows on the low high I'm like a low high Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low Leave 'em with no direction to go Yo, yo, yo, yo hit 'em high, hit 'em low Direct-less Indigos