Sterns to Western

Lyrics

Kidd Lexus
 It's like fabulous,
 We all out keens, bless the talented
 So who's here to handle this
 I'm the prime candidate
 Keeping a far distance
 between me and the common folk
 doesn't matter if you shall rely to rip your monotone
 they call me L-E-X-U girl you know the rest
 I add an S because I'm special
 get well and got blessed
 So we can battle you n me on payperview
 Kid Lexus coming to a neighbourhood near you
 Now you in danger, shell shock, now you got caught
 Your plan wasn't well thought, yo, perhaps you should walk
 No need for lollygagging, especially when Brandon's rappin on the mic
 I'm like a cannon so it ain't hard to imagin
 turn my mic off, I gotta go, I gotta be alone
 I feel it now, I'm goin home, somebody please take me home
 Double K
 Ayo, I think that I should mention, the way that we be lynchin'
 utilizing the beat like housewives to the kitchen
 Man, it's Stephen Cool King, bring horror in ya life
 Causin pain and strife holdin a black knife
 No need for the violence cuckoo straighter hair like Violet
 Not worryin about the back talk we fuckin trains of thought
 derail ya whack emcees, while I rock on the track
 Take a puff on the black, man I don't wanna hear ya rap
 so don't do it in my presence, I rip ya like a gift
 destroy your whole direction, you're going to need protection
 Aw fuck it, I'm like sherm on your final term paper
 we drivin you nuts, just put a P in the suss
 yeah man I'm kinda clever like old jewish dudes
 Put the pen to the paper and what ya got's a fresh caper
 matter the dappa dee and the threads are 88
 and I ain't getting off the mic
 till I clean my funky plate
 Ayo, we're not done, we're not done
 More shows, free booze, bad news, and new cruise
 Fool we come to ya town be prepared to get slapsed
 So sing along to the funk and wait for the homey to rap
 It's like lalalala laaaaaa lalalalalaaaaa lalalalalaaaaa lalalalalaaaa
 Thes One
 The park from the normal tracks when I brainstorm
 I rain forever and every last track sort of fits
 That's scap they stole my shit that most cleverly writ
 so witness that poetic aesthetic perfection spittin cat
 publicly published the beat phat with a ph
 deconstruct corrupt mcs that front bay
 Oh well amazin all that junk punk I sunk
 ya battleship dunce once my lips spit arightoutta ya spine
 Soundwaves, thes on the dotted line, and skip the fine print
 when I imprint my mint monogram of fame
 on ya skeletal frame, since I stock
 graph the vat like Rustonium stock caps
 they will make ya needle skip, make ya caps clog, scuff ya shell toes
 I flip the fake rappers like Al pogs
 I got a rhyme for every fine girl
 and wittier like jam the track like beavers on a railroad
 near a river when I deliver
 the cool concentrate it shivers ya prostate
 I get pissed off when I gotta wait
 for rappers to finish their freestyles
 every time I rhyme my train of thought
 I turn style to Bart, I'm worthwhile
 like the Blemids chillin in Springfield
 I'm ill and still don't do no shows in Shelbyville
 At jams I kill competition like the running man
 running things like airbrushed jeans a gaddam.

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Song Details

Duration
03:55
Key
7
Tempo
92 BPM

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