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letra de control (remix) - king los

[produced by no i.d]

[intro]
uh, king, zero!
i got it

[verse 1]
you are now havin’ your sandwich made
with extra mayonnaise, 808’s, and a hand grenade
cause any man could get played in my all in phase
i mean my flow p-ss words like the log in page, ugh
see how my last words do?
i put my log in your girl cause we past words too
your bm sent me a dm and you be chasin’ that hooker
you steady stalkin’ her twitter, she gave me face when i booked her
she treat me like the facebook logo, now that’s a true sl-t
in other words, she f’in blew me cause i f’in blew up
acknowledge my knowledge is polished, cowards get power dropped
man my flow could make a suicide pilot apologize
i’m piling guys in a pile, a pile of guys on they pals
i silently swear i’ll k!ll’em, i’m finalizing my vows
i’m sh-tting on them, i’m vitalizing my bowels
like i took a vitamin, something vital lies in my bowels
im the truth times two, i ain’t inviting lies you should bow
(paow, paow, paow) i’m taking shots in the dark
while taking shots of the dog i’m taking shots at your thoughts
you can take these shots from a vet while i’m taking shots at your dogs
they gon’ have to have me shackled and tackled at tabernacles
while havin’ my adam’s apple detached in a baptist chapel
attacked by the fastest travelin’ javelin’
while attached to a dragon dragging a cage; these n-ggas gon’ trap me
and while i’m laughing, i’m lappin’ ’em, they collapse as i’m p-ssin’ ’em
man i’m coming with the k, like they lackin’ pot-ssium
i’m jordan from the free throw while every frame is in slow mo
and every fan in the stands got they head in they hands like “oh no”
somebody get the promo, so somebody fl!ck the photo
and somebody st-tch the logo, i’m bodying this sh-t bro bro
get it? you don’t get it? my n-gga, you gotta get it
i’m bodying this sh-t, his logo had his whole body in it
oh my ice tea, coco, ice cube, vanilla ice
tom cruise and vanilla sky, tell these guys that i’m h-lla nice, right
when i spit, it tear wind, the air bend
i’m wicked son, these n-ggas buns like hair pins
amateurs, i scientifically handle bars
and you just jodie, putting bikes together in your man’s garage
d-mn it dog, i fold this guy
i ain’t talking ’bout no rapper, i said “fold the sky” n-gga
in half and disperse the worse grin
as i write a verse in reverse that reverses the earth spin
you worse than a scared n-gga who popped the thing off then flee
i got a flow that can lock in and knock the wings off a flea
yeah i’m a king, i’m elite i could never dream of defeat
i could dr. king you a speech while i’m rodney kinging ya beat
you playing the victim n-gga, i’m saying the vicious scriptures
you n-ggas is in denial like you bathe in egyptian rivers
i wrote this in hieroglyphics, i’m focused and i am gifted
i hope that i just provoked you to notice that i am different
i feel so blessed i should mention, i pushed the depths of extension
much higher my type of talent requires special attention
kendrick i think you g*nius, j. cole got these n-ggas worried
big k.r.i.t. is a southern k!ller, wale is a visionary
pusha been pushing so long he truly defines a hustler
meek did his time like a g, came back home and shined on them suckas
a$ap mastered the facets of fashion
sn-tching the essence of brandin’ his whole fam and a no man demanding a presence
this n-gga drake nice on the mic and act
so many hits he f-cked around and brought light skin back
and big sean you did it, you really did it, no bullsh-tting
you putting the d on i could see the future, no warwick
get it? dion warwick, i went to war with critics like jay elec’
i let him see my exhibit, get it? exhibit c
i exquisitely make a segue down to tyler, my future’s odd, i salute you dog
mac miller, young white boy track k!ller, gotta feel that
i think real rap back, n-gga
king…

- king los

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