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letra de phenomenal - maknightxcon

[verse 1: maknight]
feeling unstoppable
living phenomenal
in the galapagos
whippin’ the tahoe
rolling up tacos
getting good top though
hoes take they top off
get in the hotbox
cheifing on tropical
talking warped topics tho
hoes gunna follow
el chapo
no hablo
diablo
hay pablo
young rocko
se llama
rihanna
i wanna
touch tah tahs
get hoes like its nada
cook like an oven
my rhymes what you lovin’
my d-ck supersize
the hoes are mclovin’
f-ck car keys
i just hit a b-tton
rhyme like its nothing
no time i’ll be something
no time i’ll be stunting
hoe time in the summer
c0ke lines in the hummer
this ones for my mother
next ones for my brother
but nothing for the ones
who told me don’t bother
they just hatin’
instagatin’
but i’m lyrically patient
waiting
for the right time to strike
the most articulate knight
threw a party for stanley
last weekend
turned the girls into dyk-s
drinks weren’t even spiked
the links between our crew
are becoming more tight
our d-cks are seeing more light
f-ck outta with that coors light
we pour right
into the liver
watch andy nukes start to shiver
me and haywood deliver
this lyrical syrup
we’re miracle children
clearly just chillen
the victims
of organized religion
rituals
keeping out the original
cleaning out the misfits
they force the mit to fit
thinking we missed this sh-t
but i’ll never give in to it
duprat can l1ck my d-ck
crack open a c0ke
and whistle b-tch
come running like a dog playin fetch
hangovers put me and crew to the test
we sippin the best
hennessy fills our chest
our nipples are covered in crest
come on saxton it feels the best
just happened to feel your first breast
laughing at birds and bees in the nest
trapping to earthy beats
ration of purple trees
gurgling
hit the blunt
you resurfacing

[verse 2: con]
i do not f-ck with subliminals
spit at high intervals i’m never cynical
hittin my pinnacle
you can’t be critical
talked to a pretty girl
then it got physical
this is medicinal dank
spittin the sh-t that i think
free like i p-ss in a lake
hittin a j with a vape
b-tch i’m bruce wayne
got b-tches and billions, all i need is a cape
all that i need is a fake
i’m tryna drink underage
i’m tryna sleep when i blaze
i’m tryna sleep with jess blais
i wanna beat from just blaze
i wanna em beats that by dre
im gettin straight f-ckin a’s
even tho schools f-ckin jank
i wanna learn how to think
not just be given a grade
show up at sta later than 8
that means i’m late
but i do not not give a f-ck
you know i’m hittin’ a blunt
you know my c-cks gettin sucked
you know i’m c-cky as f-ck
chips on the floor when i shrug
they’re from the chip on my shoulder
i’m gettin close with a virgin
you f-ck a b-tch with ebola
we f-ckin’ models and germans
you f-ckin’ lexi laoplla

[verse 3: maknight]
feeling unstoppable
living phenomenal
in the galapagos
my life’s a kaleidoscope
i collide with god
spit fire bars
i’m a medival creature
like a minotaur
fake rappers miniature
so i steal they dinner
not a finger l1cker
i’m a new hampshire n-gga
wanna be a philanthropist
hope i get a chance at it
you got a slanted d-ck
i can’t stand this sh-t
i thought catholic school
would be kinda cool
but i’m sittin in m-ss
trying not to drool
but my squad we bool
we fire too
i got a german girl
she fly to school
and we fly us too
i think her accents cute
and her -ss is huge
and the gr-ss ain’t new
she roll the fattest doob
we the baddest two
roll with the fattest crew
don’t got beef with kids
i don’t like to stew
i’m a righteous fool
without the slightest clue
about financials
wear the finer jewels
got no time for rules
like a rubix cube
always shifting to
lyrical fire tune

[verse 4: con]
i’m from the sec
where all my b-tches eat that kfc, trip lsd
speak francois like c’est la vie
i could not give a f-ck if you do or do not stay with me
got girls in kentucky, overseas, they are from germany
i murder the p-ssy in first degree you know it hurts to leave still i whip so fast i hit the gas and get a burst of speed
yeah d-mn i’m the kid with the flow tight
b-tch i ain’t drake, b-tch i ain’t fake,b-tch i don’t ghostwrite
got a hundered flows
im like what it do
cops askin’ round
i’m like i dunno
i don’t f-ck around
with no imo
on a higher note
i guess its sayonara
signing off before diaspora occurs and i get off topic
might pop off
get signed to top dawg and get top dollar

[verse 5: maknight]
i’m from the 603
where kids smoke weed
kick back drink 30 racks
get beer bellys
all these spicoli wannabes
chill at hampton beach
mix weed with kbs
seacoast n-ggas lazy
but everywhere else they’re crazy
feelin up ladies
making babies
with they own families
on vacation
we’re just at the basics
and face it
i weave through beats like shoe laces
creatin heat with my phrases
debating back and forth like a cradle
degrading rappers cause i’m able
to keep my flow stable
fine like a cable
got all the time in the tables
wise tortuous from the fables
but do not label, ingest my lyrics through your nasals
and sneeze till your unable to release my lyrical fables
something you won’t believe
i’m with that kentucky kid
no beef
just keef
and a some lsd
got you seeing colors like a coral reef
while cyanide leaks from my t–th beneath your eyelids it creeps
i’m the grim i’ve come to reap, the benefits, i play for keeps

- maknightxcon

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