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who is k.o.n.e (freestyle) - kengo lyrics

i’m recording this sh*t on my phone so the quality is gonna be a lil bad i presume
though the most of you don’t know me i gotta say that im back, now, lets get right into it
imma young manipuri, kings blood in my veins
rapping for a cause but largely for the money
imma first born, and that is a different up level
hopes get layered i’m the atlas of the family
only 5`6, the god is playing a funny game
all i want is all and i ain’t asking for much
but all i do is sleep i hear the cosmos talking
saying while we k!lling each other finna be bored of the waiting
of my maturity
to be a god of my own
i’m either the king or don’t give a f*ck who is
i’ve been in thе game for almost the same timе as the first time since you started listening to rap, and if you f*ck with me
though i don’t claim to be the best or the first among the rest
i could guarantee horizontal slash on of your names, your ass
claiming to do it for the game for the land with your name, you’re just saying em beautiful words as punchlines for your name
f*ck hip hop i’m trynna be a good son
its easy to be in the game with no responsibility
graduated straight out of college with no backlogs
then i had to work to get some money for my family
everything’s fine till i had to work my ass off
then my father telling me to quit with the music
find a job for the government, son, that’s the road to the riches, he said
i guess that it really is my fault to be born as a fool and a poor man
i don’t know how the world works
is it just my family or is it lack of development of my brain or the world that i live in. but its
funny how n0body talks about an ne president
or an ne pm
when do i get to see a northeastern pm
never heard anybody else talk about this
all of your big names only good for decorations
all of your influences only good as ornamentals
busy with the beef that’s a great way for clout
imma 3rd world rapper, but not black or african my land doesn’t have a history with rap culture, adapting to what is cool i’m trying to see what that light is. but
i’ve never had an album or a huge success
for the songs of my past, and
i started making music with a broken laptop
with no headphones, only audacity and verses, and
with n0body to teach me on the way of the culture
i’m glad that you know me coz
most people don’t know me, coz
i don’t sing hooks
king maker, and no k.o.n.e can stand with no circle at the bottom
one state cannot represent all the north east
you claim, but that don’t mean that you are worthy
i’m the cream all the scream form the taste saying
f*ck k.o.n.e
claiming to be a beast, i’mma domesticate your ass
like a pitbull on a lease
and z to a that’s not a tough sk!ll, pk (bk)
listen
i’m in my zone with my zeal climbing up to the zenith while i zap all your sk!lls with the back of my hand. yellers, keep yelling like an instagram b*tch. tryna yank all the glory like a f*ckin yoke devil. be the x men and imma be xavier coz there is no xander cage with no rich wilkes, worried? i don’t rush i’m a wise wind residing to the opposite of west like vegeta
i’m no venerate or vintage not vicious but veteran, i ride on a vibe that’s variant on the verge of unleashing an uproar, uplifting unveiling like val valentino the secrets of taboos my temper is in tropic i tweak all the tyros, i sent em to your doorstep surpassing the other with another scapegoat and, self righteous that’s very surreal but are you really real? maybe yous a quick repartee, sticking to the rudiment with no rue for the future ruminating on your realm remarkably radiant
though quality of rap qualifies for the queens we don’t need
no quarterbacks all me need are the quirky kicks, real football with a pandemonium, pertinent to the name with no pseudonyms, i got pseudonyms, is it a prerequisite son to be in this occupation imma old soul how many over leaves have i turned? outbalanced to balanced overcoming all the hurdles narrow minded nappy rappers thinking necklace is eternal name dropping thinking you a real man multi syllabic lines you think you’ve mastered this sh*t but you’re not the master of this sh*t. i’m the man with no name but my shots like the good. you have never been a hustler the light for your lab i know you don’t pay for it. and i’m no legendary figure but a labour for my cause, king maker
no, i don’t k!ll, you just kneel, on your knees till i give you the key for the kingdom of your need, f*ck all the rappers from the west better rappers on the east, you just lucky with your tongue, boy, that was a jab you can cover your jack or duck coz there’s a kick coming back homie, now back my beast. you can stay in you pit, or start digging with your jaws as a practice for new job maybe you would find a jade you could trade it for a rope i’m no junior in this field
rapping just for the jam. still a jungle with no king. hear me
still a jungle with no king. bunch of b*tches crazy over you like you’re idol rappers acting like idiots over some iphone rappers the irony is you just an imposed rapper not a self made but a f*ckin hyped up rapper. me, humility at its best the hurdles teach you the rest i’m a hoi polloi but when my people at the stake i’m a harbinger of gulok
now lets get back to the point i’m no gape with a joint rap game’s for the rappers and you not the only player.just another facet trying to cause some pain just another face or a spine both the same don’t feign bring out all your finesse, there’s no enmity but imma enrich the game while i teach you with my flow like the elegance of dao, i was dormant, but don’t you derogate on what is normal, i’m deft with my bars capable to crown a few no clout for my head just the bill
for the ball its a waste for my bars when you can’t even fly. low key making rappers writing raps for you all
peace out. no no its the new me
winter is coming but summer for rappers
i’m bringing the heat to scourge all of you f*ckers
and even your girl be like d*mn he’s hot
i’m here for all the smoke roll up your best joint imma hit you all at once till you beg for no more. and just so if you’re wondering who am i really dissing, im dissing everybody, f*ck all the big deals divines and raftars, emiways or a krisna i will slaughter you all, g’nie or borkhul can bring all the heat i will take all the beef cook it up for the game
let the games be alive let the kings be on dice i call for zing dirrt to be present on the mic
and yea i could be king or i don’t care who the king is
peace out for real now
wait wait wait
nah im just kidding

- kengo lyrics

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