King Kong

Lyrics

I won't tell you the do's
 And I won't tell you the don'ts
 I'll just fill the wills 'til they manage the most
 Of my time, of my rhymes
 Of my thoughts, of my actions
 Some past convictions of everyday satisfaction
 Transpose my flows, flawless in my timing
 Adding commas and zeroes to this career, climbing
 Uphill, to up and kill doubt and stress
 And those enemies that pretend to be friends at my close
 Who am I
 I'm the one with no release date
 The one who M.C.s great
 Like the taste of Philly Cheese steak
 So if we break some knee, 'K
 We won't resort to cheapskate
 I'll make your knee's shake
 Cause every rhyme I spits a keepsake
 For Pete's sake
 CookBook's dope and there's no debate
 You wish you had a comeback, but no, there is no rebate
 Your hopes and dreams deflate
 With every song that I create
 Beat me, you must be in a dream state
 Freak the format, make your heart beat strong
 No hoop to like, come whack, get the gong
 You better bring the house down like King Kong
 If not you got to go, if not you got to go (go)
 Freak the format, make your heart beat strong
 No hoop to like, come whack, get the gong
 You better bring the house down like King Kong
 If not you got to go, if not you got to go (go)
 Out of words with Captain Cute, MC
 Some fools try to be special
 Convinced by simple MC's their style's experimental
 It's essentially a mental tied to the 7th grade level
 No respect to tap dancing around the fundamentals
 Where's the substance, the meat
 Please make sense when you speak
 Catchy phrases are great but your verses are weak
 Need to retreat
 And find a place to make peace
 Something better lies ahead of you
 Later, next week
 Don't integrate, differentiate
 Like make the haters hate the players
 Laden with asinine rhymes
 Gettin' quotes in the Source
 Chokin', the horse get bit?
 No secret though
 Spill from it's grill
 Until pen hits paper
 John Hancock seals the deal
 Keep it real but they're faker than prosthetic limbs
 Player mommy, wrapped up in silk
 Jewels and gems
 Foolish man, tryin' to move in with bad joints
 These rappers been
 Fugazi style, with no choice
 Freak the format, make your heart beat strong
 No hoop to like, come whack, get the gong
 You better bring the house down like King Kong
 If not you got to go, if not you got to go (go)
 Freak the format, make your heart beat strong
 No hoop to like, come whack, get the gong
 You better bring the house down like King Kong
 If not you got to go, if not you got to go (go)
 See, simple things become complex
 While you're frustrated overrated rhymes, reject
 You're basically loss
 I'm basically boss
 Tryin' to teach little people how much this skill costs
 See, it's not a rap thing
 It's kind of a tax swing
 And hits your memory of what you thought was happenin'
 This is what you wanna write
 What you've got is not tight
 Loose jabberjaws and these bars niggas wanna bite
 I'm just a fact of life
 You gotta give him the mic
 And I'm the cat in the back that you just hate to like
 Cause I'm a heavyweight
 Y'all can check the tale of the tape
 And I'm quick to make my move
 That's why I'm yellin' checkmate
 And I cause the real estate to quake in just a matter of eight
 I drop lines to operate
 In a way, you take the bait
 And I'mma be the top rate
 Cause everything is a stake
 Heads go up when I create
 With these bombs, I penetrate
 Freak the format, make your heart beat strong
 No hoop to like, come whack, get the gong
 You better bring the house down like King Kong
 If not you got to go, if not you got to go (go)
 Freak the format, make your heart beat strong
 No hoop to like, come whack, get the gong
 You better bring the house down like King Kong
 If not you got to go, if not you got to go (go)
 

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Duration
03:35
Key
8
Tempo
95 BPM

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