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from the d to the lbc (remix) - kirk lyrics

[kirk]
back one time for the remix
capitalize while it’s steamin’
chattin’ with my inner demons
tellin’ me to snap with the guys
and that it’s the time of the season
jack any mic, tell ‘em beat it
i’ll be smokin’ on ya pack when you die
don’t act up and find me a reason
.9 raised over ya head, in a fraction of time i’ll be squeezin’
think we innocuous ’til we see the distance in feet of how far i knock you is
i am not convinced
even if i hand ‘em binoculars, they could not see us
when i pull up on ya set and let it pop
gonna get shocked likе baldwin
there’s a shot you nevеr gettin’ props from us
your styles kinda like urban outfitters, it does not fit us
we brought with us the fleece, we the tightest of squads
i file all my foes in a row when i’m lining my shot
like connect 4, the way rounds drop right in the slot when we slide in ya spot
whatever i says goes like
simon i’m c*ckin’ the iron at blocks and i strike when it’s hot
like y’all got a dress code
fleece gettin’ put on whether you like it or not
it’s cause and effect
never knew we’d cause an effect
been the target of threats at the worst
at best i’ve lost some respect
regardless, when i penned it (pendant)
neckless (necklace) frauds saw god in my chest
and crews are fixin’ (crucifix) to get worn out when them beams come crossin’ your neck (cross on your neck)
if them dots don’t connect
you’re marked
i’ll take ya paper and leave a trace
poppin’ that good sh*t on the gram but you would never say that sh*t to my face
b*tch it’s kirk and young asa, ain’t n0body fadin’ us from the h 2 the uk
in my astrodome, i’m gettin’ cranium in sp*ce
back at home each time we rap in the flesh (wrappin’ the flesh), know we ate (aid) em like gauze
we will blast ya dome, then come back later spray at ya offspring
pop out and we spot em hatin’ then these bars sedate ‘em, that mistake’ll be costly
b*tches sleep when we drop, like datin’ bill cosby
that’s how you know that i’m in the studio with the wasp
we so f*ckin street, you gonna need a guard if you cross me
if y’all don’t sleep, gonna get spurts of insomnia
when we burst at your posse
lyrical bullets gonna have em turning and tossing
[asa]
that’s how you know i’m in the studio with kb
cuz we got dope sh*t in the tuck, like where the k be
where is all your money?
you got no currency
we infer your team must be allergic to green
like hay fever
i’m burying you eight feet
if you feel like it’s a feasible feat
to get a feature from me without a fee
you’ll either a: be buried
or b: be a beaten mess
if you aimin’ to start a beef with a beast
i’ll rip your arms out of each
socket
that’s a metaphor for lyrical artillery
you unarmed so i’m out of your reach
but its also symbolism for how you’re dim witted
even if a bar was low*hanging fruit, you still couldn’t get it
manchesters okay but should change and adapt
it’s staying stagnant
the state it’s is in is a state and the stats
show out of every 100k people, 129 stay getting stabbed
we socio*economically unstable, it’s sad
and kirk’s from a place where aks blaze
from the h where they’re strapped
every day but we ain’t gonna have it stay that way if we can
kirk won’t turn his back on the realest state
and i’ll turn my back into real estate
cuz i’ma carry my place on my back
and i ain’t a patriot or a nationalist, i just don’t see it changing ever
but i aim for the head of a contender
spray competitors ’til the place is wet up
painted a better shade of red
the bareta or ak
whichever one you wanna face, select your favourite then to
have you make a recovery
give you the kiss of death to make you better
i’m fed up with it
i won’t put up with it
shut up motherf*cker
you can suck a d*ck
if you thinkin’ you gonna be f*ckin’ with it
’cause i’m gonna be hittin’ you with a couple of bullets and riddlin’ you
if you want it with the truculent son of a b*tch
i rap better than rap veterans
will you surpass? never
if homes where the heart is
makes sense my hearts in manchester
[outro: kirk]
(we are the best from manchester to houston)
(we*we are the best from manchester to houston)
(manchest*manchester to houston)
(if you ain’t f*ckin’ with houston, we have a problem)
(except for asa, he’s the one who oversees)

- kirk lyrics

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