Sex, Money And Hip-Hop (2014) - KXNG Crooked

• Intro
• Fallen Rap Gods
• Life After Death Row (Interlude)
• Sick Of Being Broke
• No Plan B
• Prometheus
• God Bless The KXNG
• Freestylin' Under Oath
• Sauce Got Rules (Interlude)
• Hardest In The Game
• Drum Murder Pt. 2
• Barbara Bush
• Groupie
• Martian Pussy
• The Originals
• Know Thy Self
• Lift Me Up
• Move Like A G Do
• If I Die
• Total Slaughter 

Intro lyrics - KXNG Crooked

[Doctor 1:]

So tell me about the patient

[Doctor 2:]

The patient just arrived a minute ago. His vital signs are very, very low. No exit or entry wounds. We don't understand why he's dying

[Doctor 1:]

Was he ever conscience?

[Doctor 2:]

Yes, he was conscience

[Doctor 1:]

Did you find out if he was allergic to any anesthesia or medications at that time?

[Doctor 2:]

No, sir we didn't, but he had several controlled substances in his system right now. Coke, marijuana, codeine, uppers and downers, alcohol, everything

[Doctor 1:]

Wow, and he didn't OD?

[Doctor 2:]

No

[Doctor 1:]

Any paraphernalia on the patient to clue us in on why he might be in this predicament?

[Doctor 2:]

No, sir. All he had was condoms and an excessive amount of cash rolled up in rubber bands and a wallet

[Doctor 1:]

A wallet?

[Doctor 2:]

Yes

[Doctor 1:]

Any ID?

[Doctor 2:]

Yes, he has ID sir

[Doctor 1:]

What's his name?

[Doctor 2:]

First name Hip. Last name Hop

[Doctor 1:]

We're losing him!

Clear! (sound of a defibrillator)

Clear! (sound of a defibrillator)

Fallen Rap Gods lyrics - Crooked I

All the fallen rap gods, that's the influence I'm under

My shit hit the streets hard as a suicide jumper

So you and I be different, I'm do or die

If you not Mahatma Gandhi you don't know what to do with my hunger

See half these rappers in the closet, the others skateboarding or slave for a label

Show me a free man who ain't Morgan

Me and my Riff Raff tip toeing in the same Jordans

Keep a gun to protect my wild life like a game warden, nigga

I ain't Scarface, call me cigar face

Stuck between a rock and Longbeach because that's a hard place

They told me I was destined to throw the east side out the window

Over the challenger during the police car chase

But instead I'm here, getting all of this cheddar

Still got the beretta near, still drinking everclear like it's a keg of beer

Yelling never fear, while I behead your favorite rapper with shit I said 11 years ago

Or fuck it, when I was 11 years old

Yeah, a nigga was cold

Now I'm giving rappers one shot across the globe

So if you're over the stove cooking rocks, be the next Hov

If you're in college and your flow sick, be the next Cole

I'm so sick I'm vomiting in consonants, that's for optimal occulence

While I'm knocking some common sense in the noggins of the naysayers

Drunk off of 100 shots of confidence

Like I was when I dropped the 52 weeks

I was constantly dropping content and conquering all the continents

I'm the roots of that shit like I was signed to ok playa

Ok playa, rhyme sayer, pussy layer, excuse my Biggie moment

This shit so notorious that I should get Diddy on it

While these battle rappers keep talking shit, they don't really want it

Because bar for bar, I don't gotta watch the throne, nigga

I'm really on it, too many components for any opponent

CROOKED is a nigga who can only represent the illest lyrics ever written

Getting vivid with prolifics spitting kicking instrumentals in Addictive dental, splitting niggas with precision with the lyricism

And a clearer vision it's a bigger mission

When your favorite rapper missing because the nigga is sitting in a ditch

Yeaaah (laughs)

That's because I put them there, bitch

Flexing, I need all of my street niggas to know

Just because you're flipping the blow and pimping a ho, we ain't no different

I'm gripping the biz and flipping the flow

And between you and me, I can still get it for 22 a key let me know if it's a go

I'm just a real nigga with heart

Like a casting agent for female impersonators

I pick bitch niggas apart

Ditch digging's an art

Like a stand by flight attendant, I pick which niggas depart

The bigger they are, the harder they fall

The flow is Niagara, I'm walking on water. I'm slaughtering you all

Cut me, I bleed Viagra, I'm harder than y'all

The level of genius this rapper is

That's motherfucking-that's motherfucking- Duke Ellington at Carnegie Hall

The fallen rap gods, that's the influence I'm under

My shit hit the streets hard as a suicide jumper

So you and I be different, I'm do or die

If you not Mahatma Gandhi you don't know what to do with my hunger

Y'all taking the game back

Y'all taking the game back

Whack rappers are taking us back-wards

Life After Death Row (Interlude) lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Slain and knew the language. Like, the stuff we talk about or the stuff with this Crooked I or Eastwood talkin' about on they album. That's, like, so damn hood. You know, and everythin' you talk about is reality stuff. Like, when Crooked I said he parked the five and come the bike. Right? He really do got a five and he really would jump on a bike and pedal

When I was in the pen doin' five I sat back and I watched the game. I watched the game. I watched how people was doin' stuff that I did in '92. They still doin' it in 2002. And the too high the justice for us on the West Coast in the streets was Crooked I and Eastwood. So high you in...

One of the things was that Crooked I came to visit me when I was in the pen. He was like, "Well, look, I'm workin' on this. I want to do this. I want to do this." I still saw you guys do is kick back, rush your neck. And that's exactly what he did

Damn! After I left Death Row Records shit got all bad. I mean, nobody wouldn't even fuck with me. You know, like, nobody in the industry, man. I mean, I... I felt like I had a dark cloud over me. Like, records executives would run in the opposite direction when they see me comin', man

They was scared... they was scared of what Death Row Records represented. They was scared... to do business with me, so I had to go back to the streets. I had to... I had to do my independent thing. I was fightin' a gun charge at the time, so I had to sell my cars, my trucks... I had to put my jewelry in the pawn shop. I had to start all over, man. I couldn't even financially be there... for those that I loved most

Sick Of Being Broke lyrics - KXNG Crooked (feat. Emanny)

[KXNG CROOKED:]

My homie said what up, I told him dawg I can't call it

Digging into my pocket, ain't got a dollar in my wallet

Got me drinking this vodka till I fall like an alcoholic

I'm so sick of being broke I'm ready to vomit on the carpet

I tried to find a job to avoid the thought of hurling

But ever single person treating me worse than Donald Sterling

Lying to my face, they said they ain't have no more positions

Then hired the dude behind me because he had a different pigment

I'm sick of being broke, man, fuck a piece of ass

See my mother needs some cash, nigga my bucket needs some gas

My homies pushing dope, it's so tough for me to ask

For some help I had to, they finally fuck with me at last

Told me they had some work they needed a nigga to Tennessee

And if I get it there I'm getting a G off every key

Penitentiary chances, y'all know how that work

I'm driving to Tennessee rocking dockers and a church shirt

[KXNG CROOKED (Emanny):]

I'm sick of being broke, I'm sick of being broke

Last night I shared a tear, man, a nigga need some hope

I'm running out of options, at the end of my rope

I ain't a bad guy, I'm just sick of being broke

(I'm not asking for everything

I don't need much, I don't need much

I'm just tired of struggling

So sick now, I'm sick of being broke)

[KXNG CROOKED:]

My homie said what up, I told him dawg I can't call it

Hundreds in my pocket dollars all in my Prada wallet

The way I'm popping bottles y'all would think I was alcoholic

Woozy on the club couch, ready to vomit on they carpet

I reminisce when I was on the block without a cent

Digging into my pocket all a nigga got was cotton lint

Telling my conscience I'm still honest because I pay my mama's rent

This hustle never lasts forever, I still got some common sense

Yeah, I'm getting money, but the walls are closing in

Homies getting busted doing their time up in the pen

Other homies can't be trusted dropping dimes on they friends

I'm wondering if I'm next while I recline in my Benz

So man rainy days, but this paper made it sunny

At the Staples watching the Lakers hanging with a gang of hunnies

And now that I'm making money haters wanna take it from me

Paranoid I know them boys watching, man, I ain't a dummy

I'm just sick of being broke

[KXNG CROOKED (Emanny):]

I'm sick of being broke, I'm sick of being broke

Last night I shared a tear, man, a nigga need some hope

I'm running out of options, at the end of my rope

I ain't a bad guy, I'm just sick of being broke

(I'm not asking for everything

I don't need much, I don't need much

I'm just tired of struggling

So sick now, I'm sick of being broke)

No Plan B lyrics - KXNG Crooked

No plan b, I ain't got no plan b

No plan b, I ain't got no plan b

No plan b, no plan b, no plan b

I just might be the hungriest rapper the game ever saw

Win or lose for me because it ain't no draw

Started from the bottom that's why I'm so raw

Yeah, that's why I'm so raw

My attitude is keep moving forward

Fuck a setback, keep moving onward

Not to mention I'm like detention in a class by myself and I did my homework

Na, no plan b, I ain't got no plan b

When I go hard that's the exclamation

Don't make moves through desperation

I don't know just how far I go, but I know success is my destination

My work ethic has been perfected, the only thing better is my reputation

In my mind I use it like a magnate to attract the wealth

Never been afraid to ask for help

But I know I'll be a savage if a nigga can manage to master - self

All the nights in the rain waiting on my time and it finally came

Before the lights and the fame I had to swallow my pride and ride in my lane

Grind in the game no dime to my name

I was dying inside getting mind on my brain

Why entertain, cry in the pain

When you know you're down to push a line when you got ice in your veins

And your life in the change

No plan b because your life in the change

No plan b, got to show the world that clique the hardest

Turn off the lights and I spit in darkness

Feeling like I'm running out of time

No more mister nice guy, nice try, bitch, I'm heartless

Go ahead pick the spot and mark it

Back of the rifle is under my arm pit

Eye in the scope, finger on the trigger

Give me one shot, I'mma hit the target

Nigga no plan b, no plan b

I ain't got no plan b

Everybody talking about my good luck

Fuck good luck, ho, that's me

Pay my dues and obey the rules, this industry is like your virginity

Because right after you get fucked you find out that you came to lose

No plan b, I ain't got no plan b

No plan b, I ain't got no plan b

So what, don't worry, no guts no glory

No nuts no story, so what's your story?

No plan b

Prometheus lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Follow me...

Follow me, my nigga, just follow me

To the edge of the world, then across the seven seas

To a corner in space, a part of heaven you never seen

To a time in a place that only existed in your dreams

(Follow me, follow me)

Follow me, my nigga, just follow me

To the edge of the world, then across the seven seas

To a corner in space, a part of heaven you never seen

To a time in a place that only existed in your dreams

(Follow me, follow me)

They say you stuck in the past, times are different

Crooked, your rhymes are different, how many lines you sniffin'?

When I'm spittin', I'm just bendin' the fabric of space, so time is shiftin'

Your thoughts travel, that's why your mind is trippin'

This is an open invitation, the black, white, yellow, brown, no discrimination

As long as you understand this nation was built on hella discrimination

Now you talkin' Illuminati Mason to shift the conversation from the Fruitvale Station

And what happened to Oscar Grant, distraction but not the champ, nigga

Eminem signed my group Slaughterhouse

And I been writin' "Fuck you!" letters ever since I got the stamp, nigga

Fuck you right-wing politicians considerably

Got these redneck-ass crackers thinkin' that a black-ass nigga trapped in the ghetto is the enemy

In reality, you don't care 'bout them either

You the ballin' class, no gym teacher

You can do away with either/or

We the poor, the one there's no freedom for

Follow me, show you shit you never seen before

They want to sweep us under the rug and use us to clean the floor

Follow me, my nigga, just follow me

Take a look at my Hubble 'scope, view far as the eye can see

First, they teach us hustle dope, then lock us and swallow key

If money's the root of all evil, then my legal tender fell off of they dollar tree

Cause all I see is them embodyin' everything they tellin' me not to be: a criminal

Let me make sure that this ain't subliminal

Fuck every judge and juror that's probably a Nazi and still love the Führer

They usin' us as a pawn on they chessboard

Been plannin' to lock your ass up since they seen your third-grade test scores

As if a poor kid growin' up in a crack-infested gangland got a clear enough mind to get the best scores

Yes, Lord, still I rise, I got to press forward

Pull my lesson plan out my desk drawer

Follow me, it don't matter if you Muslim or Christian

Both can be such beautiful religions that can turn ugly as pictures of Instagram bitches without filter

When people empower, use it to cause division

It's been, since the biblical era Esau and Jacob was wrestlin' in Rebekah's womb

Holy prophets expected doom

Bury these scriptures, I'm spittin' in Kxng Crooked's tomb

For future generations to unearth a million moons from now

Carbon date the paper before you read

If the world's a better place they took heed, follow me

Truth and unity is all we need (All we need)

(Follow me, follow me)

Truth and unity is all we need (All we need)

(Follow me, follow me)

Follow me, my nigga, just follow me

To the edge of the world, then across the seven seas

To a corner in space, a part of heaven you never seen

To a time in a place that only existed in your dreams

(Follow me, follow me)

Follow me, my nigga, just follow me

To the edge of the world, then across the seven seas

To a corner in space, a part of heaven you never seen

To a time in a place that only existed in your dreams

(Follow me, follow me)

Follow me...

God Bless The KXNG lyrics - KXNG Crooked

[Intro - Kxng Crooked:]

Every man has a higher self and a lower self. With your higher self you can achieve greatness and things beyond this planet. With your lower self you get your basic needs, but also can create darkness. Find your balance, Kxng

[Hook - Kxng Crooked:]

God bless the Kxng, homie

God bless the Kxng, homie

God bless the Kxng, homie

God bless the Kxng, homie

Tutankhamun, we got roots in common

Mansa Musa, now a rap producer

God bless the Kxng, homie

God bless the Kxng, homie

My Nefertiti feed my fettuccine

My Nefertari cook me calamari

God bless the Kxng, homie

God bless the Kxng, homie

I'm King Arthur, the king of the authors

William the Conqueror writin' apocryphas

God bless the Kxng, homie

God bless the Kxng, homie

My Cleopatra fucked the illest rapper

I'm King Solomon writin' them songs again

God bless the Kxng, homie

God bless the Kxng, homie

I'm Imhotep in that limo stretch

Emperor Ming when I enter the scene

God bless the Kxng, homie

God bless the Kxng, homie

My Queen Isis, she know I'm the nicest

My Queen Elizabeth thick on some stripper shit

God bless the Kxng, homie

Talk to 'em, God bless the Kxng, homie

Ramesses' what the camera sees

King Taharqa, authographin' with a Sharpie marker

God bless the Kxng, homie

God bless the Kxng, homie

The poet laureate pourin' Moët in the lowered Ferrari

Yes, y'all don't know my story yet

My peoples' burden, I'm a carry it by any means necessary

It's the way I was raised on that pharaoh shit (100)

God bless the Kxng, homie

God bless the Kxng, homie

God bless the Kxng, homie

God bless the Kxng, homie

Go Alexander on you salamanders

Go Genghis Khan like a genius done

God bless the Kxng, homie

God bless the Kxng, homie

Like King Snake Spine of the Mayans, we giants

A modern Moteuczoma, I'm a llama shooter

God bless the Kxng, homie

God bless the Kxng, homie

I'm Xerxes versus [?]

I'm Chief Sitting Bull, I keep gettin' pull

God bless the Kxng, homie

God bless the Kxng, homie

I'm Shaka Zulu, they thought it was voodoo (Voodoo)

They play the trumpets when Crooked is comin' (Yeah)

God bless the Kxng, homie

God bless the Kxng, homie

It was said to be written on the Dead Sea Scrolls. Some reported that it was whispered by the Burning Bush. Kxng Crooked. The First Coming. The Second Coming of no one. Kxng Crooked

Freestylin' Under Oath lyrics - KXNG Crooked

[KXNG CROOKED:]

Yo, Ice, this shit gon' be really um...

It's a freestyle so it's gon' be

It's gon' be choppy in parts, it's gon' be kinda sloppy

But... it's gon' be from the heart so you know, we gon' capture this moment

I used to sit in my house freestylin to The Chronic, 2001 album, the instrumental version

I was in my den rehearsin', if you woulda told me then I'd fuck with Dr. Dre one day, I'd say you wildin'

Wow, now I be sittin' with him in person, damn

I grew up so poor that this shit was bogus

I told you I wrote my raps on the back of an eviction notice

My momma was in the kitchen blowin' doja, getting loaded

Then she quoted "One of these days that shit you spittin' gon' get you noticed

I know, you tired of this government cheese, just know I love you and your mother believes

So many talented people with no self esteem underachieve

So I really want my son to succeed" I love you ma

I was sittin' in the Bentley when they hit me on the phone

Joey and Royce, Patrón was all up in Royce's tone

He said "Crooked you know what we gotta do, right?

Voltron and form a crew, right?"

Along with Brooklyn Ortiz, I couldn't be more pleased

Cause after Hip Hop Weekly, I needed some doors opened and God was giving me some more keys

An onslaught when I came in the door

The best ever on the west, unless your last name is Shakur

Remember that? That was a statement for sure

These days, I don't say it no more

Niggas know I'm iller than ebola

This shit for the weed rollers

Tell the haters "I'm rich, bitch and CC: Oprah"

Yeah, just a freestyle

You know what I'm sayin like...

For niggas who fuck with me

Strictly for the niggas who fuck with me

Not these suckas, these new bandwagon suckas

I remember listening to Sway & Tech, The Wake Up Show

If you was in Cali with crazy flow

That was the only place to go to be heard on the radio

But everybody would rip it, Biggie, Pac, Ras Kass, Eminem and Xzibit

I used to sit and listen till it was finished

A couple of months later, I'm up there in the flesh, I'm giving niggas the business

Like I left em an LLC in my will

Speaking of will, I willed it into existence, I built it using persistence

That's when DJ Clark Kent told me, I'm one of the illest on the west, man, that memory never left, man

Cause props from the legends, that's the shit that keep you going

When you knowing you so hungry, if you lift up your clothing, your bones and your ribs showing

And your crib got no electricity so a candle was in the dark glowing

I start flowing, picture my words bouncing off the paint, stop flowing

Turn this fountain off, I can't, nah I can't

That's why I want the whole tortilla

Me and the House Gang with Eminem in Seoul, Korea

Man I waited for this my whole career

50, 000 in the crowd, we on the Jumbotron, you hoes can see us

You see us

[Interviewer:]

And Slaughterhouse, a few words about that, hopefully you might give that away

[Eminem:]

Slaughterhouse, we just waiting to get the deal finished, um... but it's gonna be crazy, I think that record is gonna be crazy and that's gonna be from the making. That's where I might step back in and try to produce a little bit too

[Interviewer:]

So Shady Records is still a priority for you? Something you still really believe in?

[Eminem:]

Yeah, definitely. Shady Records, we're definitely trying to get it back up and running. You know what I mean, we're in the rebuilding process right now

[KXNG CROOKED:]

"The will to win, the desire to succeed

The urge to reach your full potential, these are the keys

To unlock the door to your personal excellence"

That's a quote from Confucius, I've been using it ever since

Music is heaven sent, I knew it even when I couldn't pay a producer 7 cent

Or use it to pay my rent

Adversity, that could break ya, currency that can change ya

But these days my rhyme pays, I'm stacking major

The money is a gift, but still I must remain outside of the box with all this rapping paper

Later...

Sauce Got Rules (Interlude) lyrics - KXNG Crooked

[Sauce Tha Boss:]

Get high. Damn, baby girl. Check it out! What you rollin' up over there? Put that boo-boo away. Let me tell you about this kush. You know, I call it that dope. I only smoke indica. No sativa. You know the difference. Well, we gon' get into that a little bit later. Ay, don't you never roll me up no little bitty blunt smaller than 1.7 grams. Go and light that up, then smoke that dough

Hardest In The Game lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Me and my niggas, we the hardest in the game

Yeah, me and my, me and my niggas, we the hardest in the game

Me and my, me and my, me and my niggas

Me and my niggas, we the hardest in the...

Uh, C.O.B, Slaughterhouse, Shady 2.0, Horseshoe Gang

I'm a give a fuck who you name

Me and my niggas, we the hardest in the game

Got a little flow, that's cool with me

That's what Jay said

But none of ya'll motherfuckers fool with me

Are you a basshead?

Probably need a doctor like Dre said (Shady)

Give me that [?] with your [?]

I probably hit it first like Ray said

To keep it 100 I'm the best rapper ever

I think that's something Kanye said

Well I'm the shit on the West, shit on the East

I been on the thrizone I sit on, so get on your feet

For a beast like a pit on the leash

When I spit on the beats it's a hit on the streets

I smash a lot and you aren't half as hot

I take it too far with these God damn bars

Take it so far that when you put on Dre Beats

Ima turn every listener to an astronaut

And then the bloggers they ask about the cash I got

They should be asking about the black mask

And the stash I got, cause when I'm hungry I'll show us what us ghetto boys do that's rap a lot

No, no, my nigga oh no, no you can't fuck with the crew

I can ghostwrite you a tape that's nothing to do

It might cost a hundred or two

When ima finna do ain't got nothing to do with rappedy rapping, we actually rapping

Gun took, brung dope over the border, yeah that actually happened

Real nigga shit

Me and my niggas, we the hardest in the game

Me and my niggas, me and my niggas, we the hardest in the game

Me and my niggas, me and my niggas, we the hardest in the game

Me and my niggas, me and my niggas, we the hardest in the game

We the hardest in the game

Me and my,.. me and my niggas, we the hardest in the game

Me and my,.. me and my niggas, we the hardest in the game

I tell a nigga "death before dishonor", but I can tell him better with the lama

I can cash out with the rap or go get some bricks with the mexicans mañana

Kill 'em on the streets but I'm iller on the beats, Trynna fuck with the bill like I'm sexing with Madonna

Hot nigga like the residents of Ghana, most hated like president Obama

Huh, keep it one hunnid, they don't wanna never see a nigga on top

But I'm living like a P-Diddy ad-lib (take that), cause I can't stop won't stop

Bandanas in the air that's COB, Tattoos everywhere that's COB

Let the whole world know this COB

Ssuutt Ssuutt two times hit the whole block

And if? and I can't go back, fuck with me anything gon' clap

Get your brains blown back, all they saw was a nigga in Kangol hat in Range Rov that was painted Django black

We do it then we ride out, back to the honeycomb hideout

They ask who fucking with my clique, I don't think they really wanna find out

Me and my niggas, we the hardest in the game

Me and my niggas, me and my niggas, we the hardest in the game

Me and my niggas, me and my niggas, we the hardest in the game

Me and my niggas, me and my niggas, we the hardest in the game

We the hardest in the game

Me and my,.. me and my niggas, we the hardest in the game

Me and my,.. me and my niggas, we the hardest in the game

Talk that shit!

We the hardest in the game

Me and my niggas, me and my niggas, we the hardest in the game

Me and my,.. me and my niggas, we the hardest in the game

Me and my,.. me and my niggas, we the hardest in the game

C.O.B, Slaughterhouse, Shady 2.0, Horseshoe Gang

I don't give a fuck who you name

Me and my niggas are the hardest in the game

Me and my niggas are the hardest in the game

Me and my niggas are the hardest in the game

Drum Murder Pt. 2 lyrics - KXNG Crooked (feat. Horseshoe Gang)

[Kxng Crooked:]

Sex, Money & Hip Hop

Drum Murder Part 2

C.O.B vs. Everybody

Demetrius

[Demetrius:]

Ayo, The Yakuza and Mafia done posse'd up

And nigga the 5 of us are the cryptographers for the hip hop apocrypha

Diabolical autobiographers

All of us coughin' up coin cause we throwin' the cob up, you copy us?

[Dice:]

Put you in a sarcophagus when I chop your esophagus

I'm an ominous optimist, I guess I'm Megatron in this bitch

We can play chicken while you in a tank, I had ya lifting weights at lunch time

Pumping on your brakes

[Kenny:]

Find me in your place with your maid, humping on her face

Let her get a taste, while I lay puffing on a J

High as a hello, I keep an elbow right by my motherfucking side like my elbow

[Julius:]

Hi nigga, hello

Rappers come meet Dracula

Daggerous teeth stabbin' ya

Drink half of ya plasma

My victim sink into deep sleep thinkin' that he's havin a

Dream wheezin' while breathin' like people with sleep apnea

[Crooked:]

Lucci the streets back me up

Literally the realest niggas behind us, while labels are giving niggas vaginas

A sex change, in exchange for a record deal, then dickin' with em smile

That try to kill niggas with kindness

[Julius:]

I got a mental condition, my mental's condition to slip into

Mental conniption whenever spittin' this mention

My spit was whipped in the kitchen, it's dope

Get you addicted, your ambition don't exist

Like bitches who strip for tuition

[Dice:]

Yo, I'm a glitch in the system, my lyricism the kiss of death

I got a crystal clear method of rhymin', call it crystal meth

We can make a mixtape in six days and on the seventh day

You'll be resting in pieces when we dig graves

[Demetrius:]

Liquid metal, metamorphosis

My fist'll shift shapes unto a sword or switch blade

Until some sort of switch blade

You was born bitch made, immaculate conception

This editors Edgar Allen with aggression, I grew up Po'

[Dice:]

I'll kill yo soul before yo ass can get to heaven

Catch you at the cross roads is how we crash ya intersection

Speakin' of traffic accidents, I'm finna be traffickin' and wreckin'

You get naked with faggots, you toss salads without dressin'

[Crooked:]

You ain't valid without our blessin'

It's the Vatican, you COB traitors and haters done made a Darth Vader out of an Anakin

They panickin, they stiff as a mannequin

Just make a move and become a man again but I still peel yo head quicker than Anderson

[Kenny:]

I sit and concoct, the wickedest plots

Sinister thoughts, grinnin a lot

Grippin my Glock, lickin my chops

Play garbageman and trash talk, get scratched off

This black hawk will make you back off or blow ya back off

[Julius:]

I blast off, nigga don't pass the hookah

Pass me the Ruger, it's a wrap like pashmina

You the past, meet the future

I'm past mean, I'm Kruger

Toss ya off the roof, I'll Pac's last scene in Juice ya

[Demetrius:]

Yo ass see Medusa cause nigga I petrify ya

It was meant for me to genocide you nigga, it's in the Bible

It was meant for me to roll up and blaze ya, that's why Bible pages feel like Zig Zag papers, nigga I'm slayin ya

[Kenny:]

Not even ya savior can save ya

This gauge'll place ya in the past like a pager or Sega

I ride ya chick like a freeway before I peel off

I'll treat her face like a exit, this where I get off

[Crooked:]

We can have a spit off

I smack the colostomy bag off a handicap rapper if he don't knock the shit off

Cause y'all so irrelevant

187 I'm sending you to heaven for the hell of it

Everything a square represents

Me and my circle, we rebel against

With reckless negligence

Me and the Horseshoe G.A.N.G, we got more chemistry than the Periodic Table of Elements

We flow showing intelligence and eloquence

Still set you up for that cheddar since

You forever snitch

Kill you in your sleep, all I need is a clever bitch

Now your bed is drenched when that Beretta's clenched

Smell the stench of a dead rat, for dropping dimes for a mere penny, that eleven cents

Get you hung over the bull, I call it Meryl Lynch

White paint over the face, for dead presidents

Ever since we came, we been the best you can't ignore it

But that elephant in the room is prehistoric

Barbara Bush lyrics - KXNG Crooked (feat. Sir Doobie And Barbara Bush)

[Sir Doobie:]

Sir doobie back in this motherfucker, ho!

What up, macabre?

Sir Doobie here

You know I'm top shelf looking for a bitches help

Cause this dick won't suck itself

You understand? Haha

I'm about to jump in my time machine

Blow some dope in a wormhole

Rewind time and go find the king

[Crooked I:]

Dig that

Like a scene outta a 70s blaxploitation movie

Superfly, The Mack, Coffy

Sweet Sweetback's Baadasssss Song

Ghetto royalty

King Crooked

White mink draggin', pinky ring flashing

Cadillacin' mackin' and big check cashin'

King Crooked

I'm in my boxers in a full length mink coat

In the Cosmopolitan suites with Barbara Bush

She giving me deepthroat

Heart racing like a speed boat

Swallow my babies and then she made me some cheese toast

IPhone Youtube ringtone

Is my cousin's soft heater

Keynote speaker for weed smoke

He said "I got them trees, Loc"

Well let's tax them corners like Caesar

Can't be wrong in the streets bro

(I hear ya, baby)

And Kush ain't never killed nobody

And if it did, its different and not horrific as liquor kid

Prohibition, them real niggas was getting rich

Try to legalize it, we buy dispensaries

(Flip the script, pimpin')

Hung up the phone, time to hit the crib

Then hit the club on a Tuesday, that bitch is lit

I got Barbara in the mix with me

Thinking of how they shot Pac and hit Biggie

I don't want homies pouring liquor on the phone when shit get mixy

So I valet the coupe to bulletproof 650

It's a big city

I know so many riders outside of the club, Bloods and Crips take pics with me

I ain't a gang banger

I keep the banger P89 on the hip

I came in this bitch to get tipsy

Only lames playing games they ain't from

That's wack shit

Fag shit

I seen niggas get wrap packed in the park for that shit

But back to the club scene

"I think I just seen Crooked mobbin' with a bad bitch"

That's what they say when I'm at my table

Some 1940, two Don Julios, some Johnny Walker blue label

I told that chick Barbara Bush "Go get some delicious bitches to join us"

Because my pool game is too fatal

(I can dig it, baby)

They won't refuse it tonight

Power; I might abuse it tonight

Send word to the DJ to put his bottles on my tab and don't forget to play some real nigga music tonight

We might lose it tonight

Like I said some Pac or some B.I.G

Nigga, we so deep we got 3 VIPs

Occupy the club and nobody got they drivers license

Just in case we shoot and cops wanna see IDs

(Nah, baby)

I'm leaving this bitch innocent

Police follow while Barbara Bush swallow my kids again

(King Crooked, baby)

Groupie lyrics - KXNG Crooked (feat. Shale)

[King Tech:]

One two, one two

What's going on y'all?

DJ King Tech, world famous

Wake Up Show, check us out

I got a brand new record for y'all man

Its called "Groupie", from SMH Records

From KXNG CROOKED, featuring Shalé

Now this a record you will not hear on regular radio

Trust me, you can only hear this on Shade 45

Crooked lost his mind making this record man

Anyway, check it out

World premier

(You boys are disgusting)

I like the way you move me, I'm your groupie

And baby I know its hard to please a man

I like the way you feel me, and thrill me

And baby you know, just how to treat a fan

After Eminem signed me, I knew that I would be the man

Groupies everywhere, and I know just how to treat a fan

After our show in Tokyo, I had them broads give me a soapy massage and tugjobs with either hand

George Washington Carver, I hit the P 'til I nut

But a jelly keep me cumming, damn skippy like Peter Pan

Gotta go, next stop Frankfurt, Germany

A groupie grabbed my frankfurter and whispered "Put your sperm in me"

Cute little accent, figure like an hourglass

A [?] pressed the booty against the shower glass

When it was over, I told her "Meet me in Munich"

Cause she suck dick so damn good, had me stuttering

Like 50 when he said G-Unit, I was like "J-j-j-Jesus Christ, this is nice!"

I really didn't mean to bring the lord into the bedroom

Baby put your clothes on, your boy gotta jet soon

I like the way you move me, I'm your groupie

And baby I know its hard to please a man

I like the way you feel me, and thrill me

And baby you know, just how to treat a fan

I like the way you move me, I'm your groupie

And baby I know its hard to please a man

I like the way you feel me, and thrill me

And baby you know, just how to treat a fan

When Slaughterhouse dropped, I knew I would be the man

Groupies everywhere, and I know just how to treat a fan

On tour with Tech N9ne and my Strange Music fam

Grabbing chicks by the hand like "Come here, come meet the band"

Backstage bitches from that Backpage website

Suck you with a condom on just to get your head right

Internet bitches doing everything above (That's computer love!)

I'm out here zapping these bitches

Bad bitchracial, Filipino, black in these bitches

I don't know half of these bitches but they so 'bout it there's no limit

Damn, is these Master P's bitches?

Shit, even fucking on a Sunday

I got drunk and accidentally gave the ho some tongue play (no no!)

Pulled down my pants and said, "You know what today is?"

You know what today is, humpday!

I like the way you move me, I'm your groupie

And baby I know its hard to please a man

I like the way you feel me, and thrill me

And baby you know, just how to treat a fan

1 2 3, that bitch is a groupie

Little big fat booty, she wanna give the pussy to me, Y-O

Hit a nigga on the gram, snapchat me baby, I gotta go

Hey, y'all better not leave me on that tour bus, y'all better not leave me man!

Martian Pussy lyrics - KXNG Crooked (feat. Sir Doobie And Siri)

[KXNG CROOKED:]

I'm winning any game that I'm playing in

We all make the bed that we laying in

But don't lay in mine for long

Because my mind is on money I got to keep busy

Work hard play hard in the AMs

Speaking of hard I just called bay hey

She came in the same car she came in

My little bitch love to get busy

Up in the club and the cocaine drop

Got a whole lot of guap from a cocaine drop

Got a whole lotta ass clapping in my face

Like a close range shot, do it get busy

KXNG CROOKED ain't counterfeit is he

Gallon of Petron I'm bound to get dizzy

Haters in the house think I'm on point

Got a chopper in the trunk I'm down to get busy

Niggas act funny out here, I'm just getting money out here

Sunny California man we go dummy out here

All the ho love me out here, out here

Now she know what the rest want

The hooker like a Japanese restaurant

I mean raw like sushi

Nigga I got lucky like Lucci

Rap off any, got the 'nac on lemi

Blast off with me cause your pussy is oo... wait

Ass out of this world

Head game out of this world

Body out of this world

Pussy out of this world

Martian (pussy pussy)

Martian (pussy pussy)

Martian (pussy pussy)

Martian (pussy pussy)

Martian (pussy pussy)

(I need some Martian pussy pussy)

(I need some Martian pussy pussy)

(I need some Martian pussy pussy)

(I need some Martian pussy pussy)

Come and take a dip on my mothership

She got an ass out this world with them thick old hips

Strap on your seatbelt we gassing up to the stars

Suck the penis the meanest

Let's go shopping on Mars

Going back to Earth so we stop on the moon

We gon' smoke some DT take a handful of shrooms

If you work my stick I'll let your drive my ship

Defy gravity baby you and me

She's the baddest thing that I ever seen

With a pussy like that she's not a human being

Ass out of this world

Head game out of this world

Body out of this world

Pussy out of this world

Martian (pussy pussy)

Martian (pussy pussy)

Martian (pussy pussy)

Martian (pussy pussy)

Martian (pussy pussy)

(I need some Martian pussy pussy)

(I need some Martian pussy pussy)

(I need some Martian pussy pussy)

(I need some Martian pussy pussy)

I'm winning any game that I'm playing in

We all make the bed that we laying in

But don't lay in mine for long

Because my mind is on money I got to keep busy

Work hard play hard in the AMs

Speaking of hard I just called bay hey

She came in the same car she came in

My little bitch love to get busy

The Originals lyrics - KXNG Crooked (feat. Bo-Roc)

[Intro]

When they was leaning in they Cadillacs

You was swimming in your daddy’s sax

This is for the originals

[Verse 1]

This is for the originals

We looked up to em even though they was criminals

Niggas did dirt, on Saturday put in work

On Sunday they sit in church

Killers was still spiritual

Doing what they had to do, niggas with an attitude

Alleyways and dead ends, boulevards and avenues

I’m just showing gratitude

We in the ghetto dancing with the devil

And they showed me how to move

By 5th grade they was banging on their teachers

By 6th grade they was blazing up the reefer

By high school they was slanging crack rocks

Picking me up in their low riders, Curtis Mayfield in the speakers

I’m talking Locs and them croaker sacks

Candy painted rags, niggas rocking golf hats

The ones who put Cali on the map

Duct tape wrapped around the handle of the strap

This is for the originals

[Hook]

Would’ve never knew, if it wasn’t for the ones who paved the road

With their rhymes, beats and the flows

The ones who came before, and opened up the door

OGs (this is for the originals) [x5]

[Verse 2]

What you know about them brownie gloves

Down bitch giving you visits, showing you county love

Ever since he had a cape cutter comb hanging out his afro

Lil nigga, they know how down he was

Some had they perm whipped on that big worm tip

Others lost they fucking minds stuck on that sherm dip

This is Cali, don’t slip, keep a firm grip

If it wasn’t for some old bloods and crips, I wouldn’t’ve learned shit

Taught me how to survive in a city

Where niggas get clapped at like they’re performing up in an auditorium

Some real Sun Tzu niggas with a lot of art of war in them

Had gang for days and of course I’m not ignoring them

Always gave me a heater when I needed one

One even told me follow your dreams and one day you might not need a gun

I salute you with every rap I spit out

I was trapped in the ghetto, you gave me the path to get out

This is for the originals

[Hook][x2]

Know Thy Self lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Some things will come to you. They're those of you who are in this business because you met somebody that knew somebody, or you had a good friend. That part came to you, but the success will not come to you. Some things you gotta take, but the people who are ready to work, the people who are ready to grind and kill the?

All the haters, you're just laser-focused, like you don't even hear them

Yeah

They want you down on your luck, they want your back against the wall

They don't want you to know the real, cause really you can have it all

I know you goin' through some rain now, it's the storm before the calm

But if you work through your pain now, you can hold the world in your palm

You got higher your esteem, put some stock on your self worth

Before you could live out your dreams, you gotta sell yourself on yourself first

You a king, you a queen

You a teacher, you a leader

You should be who you should be

I'm just a real nigga and a thinker

Become who you really are, cause baby you're a star, cause baby you're a star

Become who you really are, cause baby you're a star, cause baby you're a star

Why you changed your name to KXNG CROOKED? Haters always trying to tear you down

I got a mind full of jewels, so Imma always wear a crown

I'm just tryna get some jewels back, like the ones in my necklace I'm wearing now

My words come from my stomach man, if you listen close you can hear it growl

Somebody told you, you'll never make it

They born haters, they don't wanna do it

Turn a blind eye to your nay sayers

And you can do it, Stevie Wonder knew it

Cause you a king, you a queen

You a leader, you a teacher

You should be who you should be

I'm just a real nigga and a thinker

Become who you really are, cause baby you're a star, cause baby you're a star

Become who you really are, cause baby you're a star, cause baby you're a star

I'm just trying to show you how hungry I am

How committed I am, the winning, believing, achieving and reaching for any goal I wanna reach it, nobody could possibly stop me, I can be whatever I want to

Become who you really are, cause baby you're a star, cause baby you're a star

I can be whatever I want to

Become who you really are, cause baby you're a star, cause baby you're a star

I can be whatever I want to

And you can be whatever you want to, listen, you can be whatever you want to

I got a message in a bottle, open and read it and said

Become who you really are, cause baby you're a star, cause baby you're a star

It ain't over till' it's over, the fat lady ain't said shit

I got a 45 colt, she start singing, she a dead bitch

It ain't over till' it's over, the fat lady ain't said shit

I got a 45 colt, she start singing, she a dead bitch

Lift Me Up lyrics - KXNG Crooked (feat. Novel)

[KXNG CROOKED:]

They say I'm a slave to the dollar 'cause for the grind I push everything to the back-burner

To me it's bravery and honor tryna liberate my momma from the ghetto like I'm a Nat Turner

Isn't it ironic how we face imprisonment, catching cases for tryin' to escape the places we livin' in

I look up at the stars feelin' like Stevie, I wonder is this the same sky he said there's a ribbon in

'Cause down here we poverty stricken, cheap as property: Mediterranean Avenue Monopoly living

Liquor on every corner and somebody religion so we can body some vodka then go tell God that we sinnin'

I see death is on the corner, listen heroin and meth is on a corner

Little Caroline and Jeff was on the corner, now there's flowers and some candles, they very last breath was on a corner

Footsteps in the sand, some was God some was mans

Then it was only God' 'cause God carry man, I need you to lift me up if you can lord

[Novel:]

All this pressure that's on me, all this weight that I don't need

And I'm jogging in sand and it feels like my shoes are concrete

I need you to lift me up, lift me up

Lift me up, need you to lift me up

Gunshots in the air again, we livin' that nightmare again

So I'm asking you does anyone care again, life is fucked up for a ghetto American

These rappers are arrogant, ignoring the community's pain just to maintain fame but those the same

People that put you in the big chain you're wearin' in your video so I'm going against the grain

Ain't talkin' about just Pitch and Caine, too many of the hood gettin' slain, obituary in a picture frame

It's a shame that you don't even give a fuck, your fans want shit to change, y'all better lift me up

[Novel:]

All this pressure that's on me, all this weight that I don't need

And I'm jogging in sand and it feels like my shoes are concrete

I need you to lift me up, lift me up

Lift me up, need you to lift me up

[KXNG CROOKED:]

Gunshots in the air again, we livin' that nightmare again

So I'm asking you does anyone care again, life is fucked up for a ghetto American

Yeah, this is hip-hop, this our culture man

I'm lookin' at y'all doing y'all interviews, y'all rappers, y'all fuckin' rappers man

They ask you some real shit about what's going on in the community and you avoid it all cost, avoid it like Ebola it's time for us to talk that real shit

[Novel:]

All this pressure that's on me, all this weight that I don't need

And I'm jogging in sand and it feels like my shoes are concrete

I need you to lift me up, lift me up

Lift me up, need you to lift me up

Move Like A G Do lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Home to the most notorious street gangs in America. The Bloods and the Crips. Starting out as schoolyard bullies, the two gangs spread like a fire...

I got to move like a g do

I got to move like a g do

Js on his feet he was dead up under that white sheet

A little voice said, "that could be you"

I got to move like a g do

So I move like a g do

Js on his feet he was dead up under that white sheet

A little voice said, "that could be you"

Caught up in the wrong place

Niggas took off your whole face, pow

Damn and it's over a bitch dm'ing news to the next nigga

Fuck, now you just a cold case

[?] ass bitches out their own country

Swear to God, I would hate the whole race

Set you up niggas 6 feet deep for thinking shit sweet like sugar coated cornflakes

Eat a nigga for breakfast

Fuck with me, even a bitch, and meet a death wish

Sheeeit, gun charge in your front yard

Me and my COB niggas deep as a guest list

Yeah you guessed it

If I'm dead in my fucking grave

You think it's over?

None of my niggas behave

(Pow, pow)

Hit a nigga with a chopper

I'm from a motherfucking city where my OGs done shot it out with the coppers

America's most wanted with masks on

Buses in March they getting smashed on

It don't even mater if you gangbang

Better protect yourself this that song

I got to move like a g do

I got to move like a g do

Js on his feet he was dead up under that white sheet

A little voice said, "that could be you"

I got to move like a g do

So I move like a g do

Js on his feet he was dead up under that white sheet

A little voice said, "that could be you"

If I Die lyrics - KXNG Crooked

There's killers in my backyard

Schemin' on my head

I can't believe I made it this far

I'm supposed to be dead

If I die what you gon' tell my kids?

Tell them how they father lived

Chopper in the trunk, $150, 000 whip parked outside they mother crib

Tell them how they father lived

I was a kid with a kid

That's why I did what I did

All of it wasn't positive

But shit, it is what it is

Sometimes I had to do my own dirt

To keep the lights on so you can do your homework

Sometime I did homework

Ski mask over the dome in somebodies home

That's why recording these important songs hurt

Plus around every corner karma gon' lurk

That's why I walk around with goons

Look at my face that's why I got these battle wounds

If I die what you gon' tell my kids?

Don't colour me a bad dude

I was just tryna make sure you had food

A dropout no college and grad school

Grew up fucked up put yourself in your dad shoes

Risked my life to catchup with them digits

Watch [?] bearers lower my hood brothers and ditches

While I was surrounded by roaches and rats

I ain't talking pest control I mean bustas and snitches

That time I moved you miles away

Some people was tryna touch you to bring me out to play

What I did I ain't allowed to say

But I had to do certain things to be here now today (God forgive me)

You might hear that he was a drug dealer

You might hear the feds wanna come get him

And when they ask him about his children

You gon' hear that he was in love with them

You gon' hear that he always ride for them

You gon hear that he often cried for them

And just to see them live a better life

They gone tell you he woulda died for them

If I die what you gon' tell my kids?

If I die what you gon' tell my kids?

Tell 'em how their father lived

Keep it 1 hunnad with them

Tell them who their father is

I took food to the homeless shelter

I always respect my elders

Prefer to be self educated

I question everything they tell us

My family struggle and I can't ignore it (1 hunnad)

I get money then I pay it forward (1hunnad)

Most importantly everyday you smile

Best believe I thank the creator for it

If I die what you gon' tell my kids?

Tell 'em how their father lived

The whole truth, nothing but the truth

Tell 'em who their father is (1 hunnad man)

Keep it 1 hunnad

Total Slaughter lyrics - Slaughterhouse

[Royce da 5'9":]

Total slaughter, total slaughter

I won't leave a single man alive

La-dickda-dickdie, la-dickda-dickdie

Let's begin killing time

[Joe Budden:]

Want no part to your bars hooks or similes

So make sure the trash ain't put in my memory

Songs sound like you ain't put in no energy

I'm all time great I'll be put with the Kennedy's

Veteran savvy rookies should know

Never mind beef all about pussy and dough

You can get put in the bag like I took it to go

In the crib trophy case only took it for show

[?] All dead corpses

Now it look like I'm wearing all red forces

Don't wanna be hearing niggas scream "I'll clinch"

Y'all already know who seen 'bout this (House Gang Whuddup!)

[Royce Da 5'9":]

Thuggin' you love it, dead 'em, it's nuttin' to say

Behead him and leaving his head on public display

Holy mother of God I'm fuckin' a virgin

Mary I'm using a rubber

Yeah I'm gettin' money

High's and lows I rise and pose like Heisman trophy's

Pardon me 'cause as I impose I O.D

All my foes and peers I've know for years

I no longer hear so y'all should call me OG

My style is squeeze and he constant meets content

So a memory of Trayvon Martin

I take a man hood from him and then I feed him the Fleece Johnson

Y'all don't want it with the HOUSE GANG!

Pick 'em up let 'em down

Where I'm from we see a fucking dead body every day

Where I'm from we see a fucking dead body every day

Where I'm from we catch a body every day

Yeah we all about that (Slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter)

Yeah we all about that (Slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter)

[KXNG Crooked:]

Everybodys on everything

Promethazine and phetamines the shit you never seen like ketamine

Niggas on bikes drug peddling

Married to the life fuck a wedding ring

I'm high as billie holiday, homes

In this modern day Rome, slaughters gotta stay on

Gimme a bottle now [?] chick is winning the lotto

If your women ain't willing to swallow tell your daughter stay home

I just fucked me a black girl, and a white girl at the same time up in this bitch

You ain't never fuck a black girl, and a white girl, at the same time unless the bitch mix

Flagrant, poor sportsman, in the Icabod Crane thing

That's the drop Ferrari headless horseman

I'm too drunk to stop for law enforcement fuck that!

[Royce Da 5'9":]

Pick 'em up let 'em down

Where I'm from we see a fucking dead body every day

Where I'm from we see a fucking dead body every day

Where I'm from we catch a body every day

Yeah we all about that (Slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter)

Yeah we all about that (Slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter)

Total slaughter, total slaughter

I won't leave a single man alive

La-dickda-dickdie, la-dickda-dickdie

Let's begin killing time

Crooked I other songs:

 

2nd Coming (Tuck Ya Ice) lyrics - Crooked I

Hip Hop Weekly, C.O.B

Circle of Bosses, Crooked I, thanks for fucking with me

You know what it is, hip hop is my mother

Gangsta rap is my father, C.O.B. is my religion

I am the president of ghetto America, yes

I am the poster boy for section 8

I am the leader of the I came from nothing campaign

Let's start off slow

When your album dropping? That's what they all say

Check the pulse on the streets, they saying it everyday

Niggas getting mad, say I'm losing fans

As if going through bullshit was part of my plans

They know I'm street money, they say the nigga's paid

They see the diamonds in the chain, they think I got it made

You one of the hottest with the flow as far as artists go

My penitentiary niggas say I got the hardest flow

I got a heart of gold, but now my heart is cold

Because these mean streets'll eat right through your heart and soul

What do you know about sleeping in an abandoned house? (nothing)

What do you know about beefing with them hammers out? (nothing)

Here's whats the man's about

I shot the belly of the beast with hollow tips

Until he spit me out of his savage mouth

From watching my mouth move to death they know I sound tight

My words paint pictures, that's how my blind listeners found sight

When this reciter's around mics

This profound writer mystifies cyphers

Just like lightning striking the ground twice

I'm on some other shit like attacking Henny for the fuck of it

Stacking pennies up to buy my mother whips

Greatest rapper alive, words from my mother's lips

You don't believe her then her son'll tell you suck a dick

There go that dropout nigga, he in a Bentley coupe

There go that welfare kid in that Armani suit

The first time they rode on me, yeah I was afraid to shoot

The second time I let my pistol whistle like a flute

Out west they wondering who's the hottest rapper, right

Here's some ammunition for niggas who defending my side

With skills I'm overdosing even with no promotion

I stand on my own two, Bobbito locomotion

You niggas over boasting, I see you just like view over ocean

Nigga my flow is frozen

You can ice skate on my 16s, nigga wait

Subtract half of that, it don't matter, it's still a figure 8

Yeah, I'm done with you niggas

You know the figure 8 joint they do on the motherfucking...

Fuck it

As a baby I sent lyrical signals through the umbilical

Ghostwrote my mother's poetry, even she knew that I'd grow to be

A dope MC, with lyrics in the womb

Meaning your doom, engineered in a cocoon with my fearlessness in bloom

When I spit even the dead hear it in a tomb

So when I'm spilling lyrics, I'm feeling spirits in the room

What up Pac? What up B.I.G.? What up my nigga Pun?

Eazy E, what up loc? Big L, what up son?

Yeah, I met Freaky Tah, yo what up dunn?

Left Eye was my homegirl, what up hun?

Everyone of 'em will tell you Crooked goes hard

Stay tuned, coming soon my rap report card

Double up on 'em

C.O.B. or nothing

Yeah

Hip Hop motherfucking Weekly, the double up

I see people like Oprah and Al Sharpton

Look like you all setting booby traps for rap

I'm so gangsta, ha ha

Yeah, hip hop won't die

Gangsta rap is breathing, ya heard me, yeah

This that motherfucking slow flow like it or not

I'll put my stage on the corner, put my mic on the block

If it's for this rap shit, give my life on the spot

If it's for the revolution man I'll sniper a cop

Mafia, got a Gotti agenda

Do you think I give a fuck about Oprah or her audience members?

Hip hop is in my blood, nigga you probably remember

They attacked us before, didn't nobody surrender

Art imitates life haters, this is the deal

Dying of thirst in the desert, I wouldn't piss in your grill

Ain't a rap song on Earth that makes a listener kill

I'm just here to tell you how us ghetto prisoners feel

Ain't it funny how society's trying to bang on us

When there's schools that's named after some fucking slave owners

They historical heroes had the noose to hang on us

Now they mad at what I'm playing while my Chevy swing corners

What about violent movies?

Say I'm disrespecting women when rock n' roll invented the groupie

Better save that shit for Gucci

When I was in Milan I saw one of the models damn-near showing her coochie

Don't put prostitutes in my lyrical flows

But there was hookers in the bible, there was biblical hoes

My recital strictly based on what a criminal knows

Take a walk through my hood, watch you shit in your clothes

Try to blame us young niggas for this cocaine

FBI, CIA those are your planes

Junkies fucking with the shit to heal their own pain

You fund wars but me I'm just buying gold chains

And how am I a misogynist, nigga if I call a bitch a bitch

Believe that the bitch is a bitch

Yeah, some niggas killed my homie, I'm trying to find the suckers

All started with this bitch, he was trying to fuck her, he was dying to fuck her

Then he died when them niggas came inside with them nines going blucka blucka

They killed him for his money, just wanted to sex her

Stupid bitch set him up and I'm supposed to respect her

Fuck it, call a bitch a bitch when I spit on the record

If it's spotted with a long tail it must be a leopard

Don Imus called some women some hoes

That he didn't even know so they snatched his show

But if I call a woman a ho, best believe a nigga know

She selling pussy in exchange for that dough

Now let's talk about Virginia Tech

And the media's blatant disrespect for the family of the victims for a bigger check

Ban gangsta rap from MTV but you're showing Choon Seung-Hui on NBC

Whoever ran the footage we should body that nigga

Cause he probably gave birth to some copycat killers

Probably just spawned some young cocky cap peelers

Blood is on your hands when them body bags fill up

And you trying to shift the blame to hip hop

I say hip hop hooray just like back in the day

When they censor Public Enemy and N.W.A

Tipper Gore wanted to censor every record we play

I'm a motherfucking gangsta on your radio channel

Hypocrites want to ban me but they love the Sopranos

Better pull that Constitution out, read 'em and weep

Let's look at the first ammendment man, it say freedom of speech

Next week

Alternative Facts lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Your boyfriend ask. "Have you been cheating?"

Give him alternative facts (Give him alternative facts)

The cops pull you over, "Sir, have you been drinking?"

Give 'em alternative facts (Give 'em alternative facts)

Your resume ain't looking good, bro, delete it

And use alternative facts

You got a lie, you wanna keep a secret

Just use alternative facts

Now let's go

Ay, I love alternative facts

Ay, he love alternative facts

Ay, she love alternative facts

Ay, we love alternative facts

Donald Trump's an honorable guy

Kanye's so modest and shy

That's a couple alternative facts

So we can all be honest and lie

I use them all the time for my benefit

I tell true fibs, I'm not a hypocrite

So I can never be caught in a lie

Even with a women I'm solid cause I

Knew this thot Liza, excellent cockrider with a twat like a hot geyser

Gave me top in her moms Chrysler

She was hot as a bonfire

Only problem, I did not like her

So I had to lie to her

With the lies I'm nicer than Sean Spicer

So if you get caught with another dude

Your man burst into the room

And seen the brother nude

You've got alternative facts so what the fuck is proof?

Look him dead in the eye and tell the other truth

Your boyfriend ask "Have you been cheating?"

Give him alternative facts (Give him alternative facts)

The cops pull you over, "Sir, have you been drinking?"

Give 'em alternative facts (Give 'em alternative facts)

Your resume ain't looking good, bro, delete it

And use alternative facts

You got a lie, you wanna keep a secret

Just use alternative facts

Now let's go

Ay, I love alternative facts

Ay, he love alternative facts

Ay, she love alternative facts

Ay, we love alternative facts

You gotta learn to relax

You gotta learn to act like these conservatives act

Like Kellyanne Conway, she got alternative facts

She lies so well, she should learn how to rap

Cause in this era she would murder it

Culture, I'm not concerned with it

Hip hop is alive cause these wack rappers preserving it

That's the kind of fact in the science class

That teaches Galileo said the earth is flat as Black Chyna's ass

That's alternative truth no reversing it

You got the urge to get away with false verbiage

Lies for the truth that's what you're tryna pass

That's a King Mufasa tale with your lyin' ass

It's just I'm in here dropping classics like gum bottom Reeboks

I've got another alternative fact before the beat stops

Raindrops, droptops

I'm glad Slaughterhouse album ain't Detox

Your boyfriend ask "Have you been cheating?"

Give him alternative facts (Give him alternative facts)

The cops pull you over, "Sir, have you been drinking?"

Give 'em alternative facts (Give 'em alternative facts)

Your resume ain't looking good, bro, delete it

And use alternative facts

You got a lie, you wanna keep a secret

Just use alternative facts

Now let's go

Ay, I love alternative facts

Ay, he love alternative facts

Ay, she love alternative facts

Ay, we love alternative facts

B.C. lyrics - Crooked I

What's up dizz?

Dizz on the beat by the way

Aye dizz you smell that?

You smell that? I smell smoke, oh not yet

Aight cool Amma relax, yo what's happening y'all, it's the legendary flow you already know

Kxng Crooked I, Long Beach, Family Bvsiness, ya heard me?

Rhymin' whole sentences, crime with no witnesses

Mind your own business if your eyes behold me killing the sickest lines with no censorship

Fighting that like uncle Luke

Like you snort Hennessy, every line's a 100 proof and proving they the fucking truth, praying for my enemy

Catch me out east in a dickie suit and a bubble goose, knuck if you buck nigga, riding with my gangsta boots

Cigar in my mouth, bucket hat with the kangaroo

Fuck you rappers I came for you

Guns are blasting my aim is true

Lucky bastard you made it through

Fuck your facts where I'm from

Tucking ratchets is the thing to do

I ain't the same as you

I fuck with classics, the track will get dumped in acid I slay the groove

Prayers up for my niggas who didn't make it, prayer rug in the basement we famous and living sacred but humans are still sinning, women strip to the anklet, it's like the new renaissance picture bitches naked I'm... at the trump national I'm playing some golf in a dashiki vibranium in the cloth I ain't a lost nigga, the skin I'm in is so ancient remain a boss nigga, gave you a deal and a bag you became a soft nigga, cut off my water them chickens will go to Mexico, to feds on my nuts like tentacles on my testicles, kill a flow made me legend so, in the coast with a sexy hoe, rock a fur in december identical to an Eskimo I'm in my condo, bumping Quando Rondo any John fuck with my dough gonna be a John Doe, love that young and wild shit, but I want all my young niggas to make it out the game

Enjoy your money and fame my nigga

G shit we came here on a sea ship

Shackles on our feet now it's cracking we get eating it the shit I feed the streets with

Fu-Gee-La beat flip, freestyle, tattoo the only time I ain't drip

The West is hot will the W be destroyed

I bet it's not see the W's we enjoy

Respect the block at the W we the boys

Connect the dots that's W. E. B. du bois Homie

Black and prominent wyclef jean it

Designer Denim never recessive them genes dominate, I don't spit a 16 I vomit it

West coast like a purple and gold laker jersey with Lebron in it so honor it

[*Laughs*]

Yeah

Yo, yo old me EP coming soon you hear me (coming)

Brand new shit (new shit, ahhhh)

California Crooked I

The king in the front

Family Bvsiness (Family Bvsiness), hitmakers y'all know what it is man (Yeah)

Yeah (Long Beach)

Old me EP coming soon you know what I mean (Long Beach)

Dropping something like December 21 for y'all

Yeah (yeah)

New music (old me EP, coming soon)

Dizz on the beat

Ak behind the boards (what up dice, chase)

I know what it is man, [*sniff*] what's that I smell? I smell smoke, oh not yet, okay!

Cigar Boy (Freestyle) lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Yeah

Tenth anniversary for Hip Hop Weekly is around the corner

Niggas paranoid, nigga I'm back at it

Star boy, call me cuban cigar boy

The illest...

I feel like Michael Jackson with the glitter glove at the MTV awards

Rocking a fedora on some Kingpin shit

The flow is Neil Armstrong planting his flag on a Saturday

That mean I'm moonwalking on some weekend shit

I'm from the city of Long Beach that's where police get hit

And the guns are so voluptuous, just wanna squeeze this bitch

I'm street shit, my niggas'll never snitch, rather sleep six

Feet beneath the earth where all of they secrets is

G shit, but nowadays the G code get treated horrible, don't it?

Different court than when Jordan was on it

All lame ball games, I'm just enjoying the moment

When I'm recording at four in the morning destroying opponents

See these rappers like to front like they the ones that's ill with it

When it come to real lyrics cause I'm under skilled

Critics said you was sick, he wouldn't know fuck shit

Even if he was sitting on the toilet while the plunger still in it

Deal with it, nigga this is God level flow

What I'm about to say next, I'm freestyling, so I never know

Booth pitch black, watch bezel glow

This that Breakfast Club shit, nigga the Lox episode

I just attract those riches, then racks come to me

I just attract more bitches than flat tummy tea

I just rap so vicious, it's a civil duty to be a star boy

Like I mixed the class on civics and astrophysics

I'm out here getting at your Mrs

I didn't know though, if she ain't loyal that's your business

I got the TDE strap, nigga the shrapnel visits

Your abs and your soul 'cause it's pointed at your gizzard

Don't act so 'spicious, what's that? That's those crickets

I leave everybody he knows bleeding, back row tickets

Gimme the cash flow digits, gimme the rap flow so heavy in food for thought

That it crack your dishes and snap your dentures

(Bitches) Rappers can't compete with the wisdom

They still got the brainwashing they received from the system

I could've easily dissed them, squeeze it and leave them a victim

'Cause we be taking beef literally, like a thief in the kitchen

You lost souls, I ain't judging y'all, I ain't the magistrate

The plates is out of steak, the Chucks is rattlesnake

The bucks won't change me no matter the amount I make

'Cause I know how to keep shit sweet even when I'm out of cake

Nah, I don't need a dollar to thrive

Before I had an Impala to drive with models inside

I opened a book of real niggas, followed the guide

While my lioness gave me head and swallowed my pride

I took all of my problems astride, gotta survive

Even when I feel like my extended clips hollow inside

Had God on my side, started from the bottom and rise

I lost a couple of friends, caught them in lies

Like being in a relationship you need to break up and escape

Or staying with a deadbeat you need to wake up and replace

Or Donald Trump shaking hands with Martin Luther the Third

Niggas showing fake love straight up to my face

Dog, that ain't nothing but a life lesson

I'm glad you expose yourself, I don't like guessing

I'm in a swimming pool that'll shock Khaled, counting my blessings

Ordering cobb salad with some light dressing

Your favorite rapper? You swear that he the craziest

Then you find out he not the savior that he say he is

All his songs fire 'cause of Holy Ghost writers

It's like finding out the bible was written by some atheists

Man, I do this shit religiously, I do this shit religiously

Realest nigga in the industry, illest nigga in the industry

This is C.O.B

COB season

What we say? We say "all year." We doing this all year!

I'm on fire! Yeah, [?] to the grinders

Forever, forever, forever

Out

Cut You Loose (Freestyle) lyrics - KXNG Crooked

It's February 28, 2017

I'm in the Mint Rooms

Glendale, California

Working on Good vs. Evil Part 2

Some old shit came up man...

Had me feeling kinda nostalgic...

I blended Malcom and Martin's names together for my motivation

That's King with a X, homie no relation

I'm cutting niggas loose like the officers do when they find the hogtied victims after home invasions

I never let you tell me all I am

Kidnap the game give the federalli's my demand

See I shed so many tears now it's Me Against The World

Cause some of my niggas fake as Makavelli's hologram

So we faced with a conundrum

Like um, where's that different cloth niggas talk about being cut from?

Wasn't so they was cutting sewn [?] faux fur by the lump sum

I was descended of everything you pretended to be

Indefinitely my pedigree is genetically embedded in my code You can never been an image of me

You spit pathetically, I spit prophetically

Let it be known I predicted the very way the ending would be

You jealous of the real nigga in me

Incredibly soon as niggas put they pen to the beat

They definitively dinner to me, a killer MC, I better be

I grew up in the motherfucking the dumpster

When niggas try to rob you

You broke and they get pissed off and jumped you

Nigga you would have to go to Skid Row to really know my hunger

Judge me motherfucker

You don't want to walk in my shoes

Lost and confused, talking to booze

Problems so I thought I would choose

A bottle just for solving my blues

It all was a ruse

The amount of alcohol I abused

Was like sipping with your straw in the pool

Couldn't follow the rules

Til I put together all of the clues

I'm reading more just to polish my jewels

Sharpened my views that's positive news

I'm rapping more maybe all of muse

Maybe all in a [?]

When I speak the real gospel it moves

The audience more than all of them dudes

I paid my entire wallet in dues

No volatile fuse, now I Dalai Lama you fools

Ima standstill, reduce a mountain to an anthill

Rocking them all grey Grant Hills

At seventeen I'm dropping [?]

This whole year is getting wrapped up

Like I'm Uncle Murda mixed with Mad Skillz

Still niggas don't rap enough

Whole marketing plan is to be on Instagram live acting up

Snapchat acting tough

Either that a rat known Vlad and it's adding up

Cause fans ain't had enough

Just because a couple real MCs could go gold

That don't mean corporate america ain't got the culture in a chokehold

These niggas still selling they souls, these niggas hoes

Ain't bros before hoes? The bro code

We ain't bros

As soon as you need to get hot you calling one of these hoes

Woah

I'm still in the game, I'm still in my lane

Hundred diamonds still in the chain

I don't even wear it cause I ain't feeling the same vibe when lyricists used to come outside to play

Y'all niggas is lame

I'm still bar raising and I'm still a messiah of a dying art

You are the still star gazing

Still pulling strings like a [?] playing a giant harp

Cigar blazing, lion heart, all praises

They love it when the God flow make moves

If they don't tell you I'm the best then it's fake news

Whether you black is Kevin Hart or whiter than bright Bart

I'm the illest hands down, so I can't lose...

Illest hands down, so I can't lose

Deep Cover lyrics - Crooked I

Yo, my speech is awesome, I'm a creature walkin'

Through your graveyard, I'm about to eat ya coffin

The streets are talkin', show plenty caution

So many bosses in my city, Long Beach is Boston

I'm like the scenes they feature Ethan Hawke in

Training Day, I aim and spray heaters often

Leave the hero role for Peter Park and Clark Kent

And see a marksman, stone colder than Steven Austin

Speedin' off in a level 3 Jeep

Call it my vietnam vehicle I acquire via auction

Ima be alarmin', squeezin' nina rossen

Til ya fall out like you sufferin' from heat exhaustion

Sleepin' with the fishes, speakin' to freakin dolphins

Sinkin' off in the pacific, you and your cheesy walkman

Death by def rhymes while I'm in ya speaker talkin'

Tell the officer the murderous shit I'm speakin' off them

You pray for easy stalkin'

I'ma killer creepin' through the fog when you in the park with your breezy joggin'

I don't need be joggin, I'm ions beyond, every peon get peed on, and ima keep it bossin'

From Battle Creek to Loftland

I battle each, zap, jab, rattle teeth, body shots that'll keep'm coughin'

Got a cold low blow, that'll beat your balls in

That'll teach you niggas my audacity's appallin'

Y'all is all actors like Steve Seagal

And Stephen Baldwin but me I keep evolvin'

A G with the secret sauce, hoes - we be doggin'

See me in the blingy cross, flows keep me flossin'

See me when you tee me off, Ima leave you in a seizure

Then I'm squeezin toss-in, make sure the ringers lost in

I'm in Vegas, at the venician ballin'

With a bolesian skeezin' and kadisha, I'm beatin drawers in

They say I'm a leader, with a preachers callin'

Cause I started C.O.B. and got some real G's to fall in

Yeah, say I got a preacher's callin', now all my real G's Fall in

Gift Rap lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Eating Korean barbecue, downtown L.A

Something's in my heart like Michel'le

Niggas askin' questions, make me just wanna walk out like Kelly

R. [?] the gods tainted like Slum Village & Dwele

Well they asked me did Eminem drop Slaughterhouse

Did y'all break up since Joe Budden released Slaughtermouse?

Seen you on Peter Rosenberg and Ebro

Your energy was zero, see bro

Is there something y'all wanna about?

And if there is don't play the nice dude

Just pull an Ice Cube if it's the right move

They ain't putting your album out?

Damn these niggas got an attitude

Thought we'd be yo niggas for life, where's the gratitude

All these questions they pointing them in my direction

Like the business end of a Smith and Wesson but I ain't stressing

Just came home, I was in Detroit visiting Marshall's session

To be in the presence of one of the GOATs is still a blessing

Fuck yeah

Is it really the end of Slaughter?

Did them niggas intend to pen the hardest shit in the mainstream

And then sacrifice they self to a major label

So underground lyricist wouldn't have to? Is them niggas just some martyrs?

We taking no losses

You're comments are nailing us to four crosses

But you didn't even see the four fins in the water, sharks nigga

I know you want to see the beef but it's over when you see the teeth

Individually and collectively we feed the streets

Taking it beat for beat, we gon' cook up when you need to eat, come on

We pledge allegiance to that slaughter flag

And that $20 bill Em gave us to autograph

After we signed the Shady contract and became part of his artist staff

Why would we stiff you and leave y'all the tab

After we all called a cab? Nah, we here to give you what you ought to have

Uplift you with real shit so everbody ain't gotta dab

Damn, this make me wanna see my niggas soon

Fly to Detroit just to freestyle in Nickel's living room

Fly to New Jersey, I knew Joey would bring the strippers through

Then hit up Brooklyn, me and Joell gon' sell a zip or two

We the illest crew

Oh man, Slaughterhouse nigga

The gift rap, Merry Christmas

Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa

Happy Holidays, all that shit

Yeah Housegang man, we ain't going nowhere

We the illest crew

Oh yeah, that album coming out bitch

God Bless Dope Rappers lyrics - KXNG Crooked & Spokewheel (feat. Noah King)

[Noah King:]

Ugh huh

Yeah

Ugh huh

Yeah

Watch out

I know how it's supposed to go

But relax though

Yeah

Chwup

[Noah King & KXNG Crooked:]

What's it gon' be? (Hey)

When the song going 'round like you don't know

What's it gon' be? (Hey)

When the fire burning tires burning whee (Hey)

Going to play this game to the day that we die (Huh?)

Going to ride until we see the sunrise (Yeah, he-ey)

Watch out now

God- God-

God bless dope rappers

God bless dope rappers

[KXNG Crooked:]

Ugh

Off the head, let it begin

This is freestyle, I'm the no-ink-pen-kingpin

This is off the cuff, let it link in

That's cufflink dog, let the bar sink in

Rappers falling off the deep end

You gon' be real or fake?

You need to make your mind

You've got a Gucci belt

You've got a Gucci watch

Now I truly understand why you're wasting time

Me? I'm grabbing the cash, baby

I'm rapping in packed stadiums

Spazzing, just ask Shady

And after that fact your lady

Is giving me mad cranium

And I never trust a hater

They devils like Tasmanians, man

Nah, they don't want to play with the skill

Any rapper you name, I will kill

I'm flipping through the magazine

Just another lame with a deal

Tell me - you want the fake or the real?

Huh?

[Noah King & KXNG Crooked:]

What's it gon' be? (Hey)

God bless dope rappers

When the song going 'round like you don't know

What's it gon' be? (Hey)

God bless dope rappers

When the fire burning tires burnin' we (Hey)

God bless dope rappers

Going to play this game to the day that we die (Till we die!)

God bless dope rappers

Going to ride until we see the sunrise (Yeah, he-ey)

God bless dope rappers

Watch out now

God- God-

God bless dope rappers (Yeah)

God bless dope rappers (Yeah)

[KXNG Crooked:]

God bless dope rappers

That ain't art you're making, it don't grab us (Nah!)

I'm from the streets, I roll with fo' sho' trappers

And they don't sing like you, they tote clappers (Pow, pow!)

God damn, you're making the same hits

You roll in the same whip you after the same chick

You talking the same shit

My perspective is record executives

Did plug your neck and injected the same chip in you

Controlling your mind so effortless

But I'd rather talk about my baby neck in this

Ass like a horse plus she's fly

That's why I call her Pegasus

After I hit it, where the breakfast is?

Daddy's little girl

Some ride or die, some won't

Some Erykah Badu, some Erykah Ba-Don't

I like them intelligent with that Erykah Badonk

Real nigga, fake nigga - whatchu' want?

Huh?

[Noah King & KXNG Crooked:]

What's it gon' be? (What's it gon' be?) (Hey)

God bless dope rappers

When the song going 'round like you don't know

What's it gon' be? (Hey)

Yeah, God bless dope rappers

When the fire burning tires burnin' we (Hey)

God bless dope rappers

Going to play this game to the day that we die (Huh?)

God bless dope rappers

Going to ride until we see the sunrise (Yeah, he-ey)

God bless dope rappers

Watch out now

God- God-

God bless dope rappers

God bless dope rappers

[KXNG Crooked:]

Yeah

It's alright

You're tuned in

You're tuned in

Hahahahahahaha

Dope rapper

We had to switch it up, man

A glitch in The Matrix

You can go back to that wack shit now

Hahahahahahaha

Homewrecker lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Ayo

Ayo

Ayo

Ayo

Let me tell my story, this is how it goes

I met my soulmate but I never got rid of my hoes

Late night text turn to late night sex with my ex

She said I know you got a woman just don't bring her to your shows

Cause I'm gonna meet you at your hotel room smelling like a rose

And everything we do I promise not to tell a soul that's goals

I tell my woman I ain't with you, that's until I post a picture

Then she see my hoes leaving hearts in the comments. I tell her them trolls

Lying through my teeth, feeling like a lion hiding with the sheep

How can I say a fly little freak's riding in your seat, flying in the jeep

She be home alone and I be trying to score like Kobe Bryant while my wife is asleep

On the late night like Conan O' Brien I'm just trying to creep

You caught me cheating can we talk it out

I bought you shoes now you walking out

For what I did, I'm a pig

Murdered in my own Slaughterhouse

That's some fucked up shit

That's some fucked up shit

Damn near lost my whole house over some young bitch

Fucked up shit

That's some fucked up shit

Can't even blame the alcohol cause I never drunk one sip

That's some fucked up shit

That's some fucked up shit

Damn near lost my whole house over some young bitch

Fucked up shit

That's some fucked up shit

Can't even blame the alcohol cause I never drunk one sip

I brought you to this party

Cause I don't wanna fight

You end up shaking hands with her

Chick I fucked the other night

If I'd a known that she was there, I would have said let's come some other night

I guess what I'll be doing in the dark is coming to the light, ayo

Damn I did it again

I wanted so bad to win

Temptations by my friends

So much smoke need oxygen

I hope you, your mother, and your broad enjoyed The Quantez Circus