Trash

No Tom Foolery Don't rock jewelry So hot, you could see the stove-top cooling me off Y'all all talk, no thought, stupid Even your hardest bars go soft upon scrutiny A few released but spitting dope's not new to me Nowadays I don't even talk shit usually but If you the Boss, then consider this a mutiny And I'll happily be the MC at your eulogy Like Rest In Peace hypothetical rapper I'm sorry your career had to end in disaster But you claimed to be the best, which made me contest Right after a fit of uncontrollable laughter I hit the stage and grabbed the mic Over Bone's homegrown beats, rapping tight Fresh, clean, guaranteed to satisfy Any appetite, like magic I ain't been around the world, but I've been around the block Seen a lot of fools mistake lies for hip hop And I've done enough shows to know how to rock Put the crowd into shock cause my flows don't stop When I'm on fire The type of flame make you wanna Photoshop my name on your flyer It goes K to the S emcee for hire Cop a ticket plus a EP just to keep me from retiring Product of environment Hotboy better call the fireman Wack emcees rapping after me perspiring In spaghetti covered sweaters like we up in 8 mile While I'm smiling, laughing, having a good time Inspiring cats that wish they could rhyme First couple steps out of a billion Believe me when I tell you this is just the beginning KS Joel, master of the ceremony Kind Soul, but I'll hack it up to any phony Rappers in my territory, acting like they spit great Kids make mistakes when they thinking they can step before me I came to take the praise and collect the glory From the supposedly dopest motherfuckers at your set performing Apologies to y'all MCs watching me probably thinking I'm being cocky but dude honestly Not to be rude, but the opposite of you Would be constantly improving hip hop music Stop what you're doing Rocking these wanna be popular tunes is an obvious ruse to reduce loss of approval But it's certainly not gonna stop this crew From knocking thru your "Do Not Disturb" Tossing you and all your garbage tunes to the curb Stomping fools with the words Haunting dudes till there's nothing y'all can do But watch Plot, Mot, and me pop you a new one Dropping knowledge like it's hotter than sriracha in the June sun Keep it Proper we monopolize the groove 120% gotta be the truth if I spit it in the mic Paid dues now we chilling in light, still making moves Keep em hidden in plain sight Better buckle up cause we bout to take flight Aight, peace