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poet laureate - king crook lyrics

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[jazz]
poet laureate, i rap victorious
my mug is mean on piglet wings
i swear my st–z inglorious, tyrannosaurius
i’m river dancing, creep romancing
chasing cat
increase my odds by sending m-ssive texts
now look at that

28, am i past my prime?
vodka, water, couple limes
now i’m slurring, singing ye, i swear i do this every time
swear i do this every time
press rewind, play it back
going numb to all the bullsh-t and anxiety attacks
i was on my solo sh-t
baby bro is writing scripts
got creatives in this b-tch like you ain’t f-ckin with my clique
you ain’t f-ckin with my clique, we go too hard for this sh-t
you ain’t messing with the kid, i came too far for this sh-t

yea, dealt with my issues, put my present into focus
clocking in like 60 hours, develop my magnum opus like
i’m feeling better than ever, i’m feeling better
spending this mozzarella in my candy coated sweater like
game so ugly, joakim noah when i ball
i’m shopping, i buy it all
late dinners at au cheval
grilled calamari, la scarola, i’m sorry
i got a habit now for spending this pastrami
soppressata, salami

put these women behind me
til i’m laying on beach with something like margot robbie
shot for shot, getting sloppy
instagram paparazzi
i thought i told you that it’s our f-ckin city like big papi, stop me
açaí in a rocks gl-ss, feeling like pac’s back
like it’s so jazzy back, gave her -ss an asthma attack
i put the mic back like l!ckety-split
and hand the keys to the whip back to nicholas nipps
jazz!

[king crook]
i’m k!lling rappers dead poets pay attention and notice
my flow k!lling these opponents they be asking whats your motive
this opus ain’t hopless notice this broken chosen ones focused
hoping i get some tokens playing games with rodents

unknown is growing on me while i’m just flowing on thee
im throwing bombs upon thee till you’re lights out like lifonti
my raps are potent stop me even if my raps are free you
f-ggots couldn’t cop me so how the f-ck you got me

you don’t pioneer you copy picture me and then xerox me
my flow is sharp you’re sloppy you could try but you’ll never top me
if it weren’t for jazz i would’ve never started f-cking rapping start attacking
always practice just to be the mother f-cking baddest

bars i’m stacking beats attacking not a wack mc no slacking
we be back and i be blacking out on verses lines be packing
y’all be lacking i be snacking on ya punchlines keep the rapping
about me not being me but ill just be a manning

cuz i call the plays and ill call you out diss you f-gs when i’m down and out
kiss my -ss b-tch you’re a drought cuz your dry as f-ck in this rhyming bout
-ss-ssin of raps ill take a beat then ill go in for the k!ll
go in a verse like nuke war head still on my game and i’m still

crossing lines cuz other times i lost the fight the thought of my
brain going out of mind and outta sight was nough to find
some f-cking drive but now the beat and flow i mastered
still coming out a fish’s -ss cuz i’m still a b-ss t-rd

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