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letra de flow control - k of oddities

(intro: young korona)
yea, aye. you know when you see k and young korona on a track, they finna murder that sh-t. you know how oddities do it, we finna chop that sh-t homie. ay
(verse 1: young korona)
i gotta pick a pocket, got the key to unlock it. i get up with no flow control, i go unload the clip right quick. i’ll be hittin’ a l!ck, and be l!ckin’ a b-tch, without a l!ck of elegance! i’m makin’ a mess of ya brain, i’m too immense to comprehend, hence your mind will not survive. i’m k!llin’ ’em all with my rhymes. speak in a second, they can’t read the lines! takin’ a f-ckin’ million lives! (send ’em to the sky!) hurtin’ ’em, burnin’ ’em, merkin’ ’em, servin’ ’em upon a silver platter! in a minute, i’m makin’ ’em insane; mad as a hatter! gonna be screwin’ ’em, doin’ ’em, makin’ ’em medulla oblongata scatter! i’m gonna be takin’ ’em soul, no “mather” the color. i hunger, i’m the hunter, i’m sendin’ ’em asunder. they gonna be a runner up that hill to escape just the thunder. they don’t wanna know what happens when you meet the force of- me! see, i’ll make ya torn, bruh. dumbass, it’s young korona
(verse 2: k)
m-th-f-cka, i’m blastin’ ’em, crackin’ ’em in and hackin’. every syllable slappin’, i’m wreakin’ havoc the second i rap it. i’m a master, i’m spittin’ bars fatter and faster. it’s a habit, i just yak, and i yap. here i go to attack: slip in the mag, and go shootin’ yo stupid ass. i am the bomb, b-tch i’m bringin’ the fission, i’m nuclear, spit splits an atom. i’m goin’ right at ’em, they cannot react, they finna get smoked like a f-g. tremblin’ men will get red in a second, i’m flippin’ and fillin’ a f-g! gonna go run up, i gotta go gun, i’m comin’ to get my crown; best of this gen, i’ll k!ll all to get, i’m shuttin’ yo system’s down! i’ll k!ll all to get, b-tch, i’m seein’ red, imma put you to bed, say goodbye to the blue sky. put the metal in yo mental, then poof, boy, you die! my mouth get to poppin’, all y’all get to droppin’ the second i talk, i’m the (chopper.) hackin’ and packin’ this sh-t. i’m right back into flippin’ and rippin’ ’em, makin’ ’em break. i be cookin’ ’em, beatin’ ’em, makin’ ’em f-ckin’ bleed and buck from the flame, for claimin’ they god!
(outro: k)
yuh, aye. we the odd ones, oddest ones k!llin’ this sh-t. you don’t wanna step to this, you’ll get chopped lil’ b-tch, we got the flow control, hoe. you already know. october 6th, remember!

- k of oddities

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