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David Jame$
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
David Steffan
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Keylan Johnson
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Phlame Classic
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We can knuckle up if you really wanna go
But I think you should take your ass head down the road
Cause I think you ot who just sits on the throne
So knuckle up if you fuck if you try to knuckle up
But I promise I don't give a fuck
Bitch I'm the man around here
Talk that shit and I don't really care
Walk down the street and I get them stairs
Cause losing to me is what they fear
Stay climbing I'm never gonna settle
Swiping my plastic and gripping my metal
Always stay on different levels
A quarter mile time my foot's on the pedal
They talk about me, yeah that's fine
My minority conjoining in time
So watch yourself when you open your mouth
Or next time that you throw up that sign
Cause bitch I am that leader
Shit gets bananas you can call me Caesar
Casting my checks and counting my cheddar
But don't think that I won't twist my fingers
We can knuckle up if you really wanna go
But I think you should take
Your ass head down the road
Cause I think you ot
Who just sits on the throne
Don't knock if you fuck
If you try to knuckle up
But I promise I don't give a fuck
Picture a villain **** mad at something
Lil **** better scared that a boy you mad
I'm buzzing Michael Myers
And my demeanor gets a stab at something
Think I'm shopping away the villain
Get the bag and something
Merchant I ain't had him running
Can't imagine the heights a **** had them jumping
What is rap shit nothing
I climb heights and fail to jump back
With a chance to show him how to come back from nothing
**** sayin' KD lost it
Real **** I ain't doin' no talkin'
I should start a mortuary the way I get **** buried
I ain't givin' **** nothin' but a goddamn coffin
Trench **** I ain't takin' no lossin'
Self-paid I ain't callin' no man boss
Bloodhound spittin' octane bars
Cut a **** lifeline since a **** gassed up like coffin
Compliment the opposition hurts us
I could probably never do a verse
I don't even rap, I spit lyrical curses
The worst shit is probably rituals in my bars, you reverse it
See the **** hair wrapped like a turban
Hotter than the middle of this motherfuckin' earth
Game locked tighter than white women with purses
You see a **** holier than church
Bullets dropping out of the sky from nowhere like it's bird shit
These days I ain't playin' with a ****
Every time a **** battle me
Bloody catch a fatality
Flawless in every victory
I'm rainin' on them ****, ah
Fallen angel goin' Satan on them ****, ah
Ultra ego, super saiyan on them ****
Hippo dig us for chopped cheese
And hold the cops, please
In other words, tell 'em, "****, miss me with a bag of not"
Every day this shit is gettin' ridiculous
**** venomous, ready to battle all of my enemies
Evans is dead in the middle, a little wittily
Little Daddy Riddle's a middle man who's been through diddly-ah
Pickin' it up and I'ma murder you, burnin' you, turnin' you into somethin' that's unreturnable
By the time motherfuckers unearth you, you **** that ever heard of you
Will be in the fire with a screamin', cryin', and burnin' to it
You can knuckle up if you really wanna go
But I think you should take your ass head down the road
'Cause I think you ot who just sits on the throne
So duck if you fuck, if you try to knuckle up
But I promise I don't give a fuck
Written by: David Steffan, Keylan Johnson