Killuminati

Joey Bada$$

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    I'm a beast with these flows
    2 birds one stone, you get geese when trees roll
    They say I'm evil cause I trained my eagle to see gold
    See, no seagulls couldn't see these goals
    Please, it's the return of the beast coast
    No cash, flash put the cheese still make teeth show
    The cold needle, is how you move on a strip, you trynna be Vito?, well there's rules to this shit
    Don't get clapped, ya'll ain't real spitters, ya'll lips chapped
    Better watch the Mr. Nicewatch, don't risk/wrist that
    I got a 6 pack of bear/bare skill that I spill like that
    And everybody know (THAT SHIT CRAY!)
    Ya'll niggas softspoken, down below token
    The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men
    It makes sense you want beef with this frozen
    It nuts for new school, in the tool, ya' kid hold him
    Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I'm next to go
    The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico
    A lyrical spanish, with a dance that's demandin'
    Step into my box and that's exactly what'chu standin'
    Ain't no half steppin' 'round me
    And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me
    That young cop killer, I'm dat I'll, so doc' will ya
    Give me two shots for 2Pac killer

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    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 the second
    Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection
    Check the melody, it's so heavenly
    That shit'll get your hips to move no 70's
    All the Opium, can I bust soliloquies
    Got that shit mix and mastered both remedies
    Grab a spoonful, sturrin' up a pot
    And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot
    I'm flowin' like a volcano, drippin' verses while drippin' verses off the top
    Dirty cops still swervin' on the block
    Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid
    It's in my genes, don't worry where my pants is
    Get with the script it's that ignorant shit
    And they bound to get sick off of this quick
    But I sealin' my lips, it's a shift
    I know you feel it man
    We blowin' up like a ceiling fan
    Droppin' off jewels like Killa 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 killin' this shit
    Until they bury me, my volume is going in depth with longevity

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