Lie To Me lyrics - KXNG Crooked & Spokewheel

Lie to me my nigga they lie to me

Everything they saying sounded so fly to me

Told me if I rhyme right I would be in the limelight

Like, give a piece of the pie to me

Lie to me in my face, kill my innocence

Murder was the case, you the witnesses

Now I'm just jade and my fans think I made it im in a bad place

Lie to me my nigga they lie to me

Everything they saying sounded so fly to me

Told me if I rhyme right I would be in the limelight

Like, give a piece of the pie to me

Lie to me in my face, kill my innocence

Murder was the case, you the witnesses

Now I'm just jade and my fans think I made it im in a bad place

Coz show business is a motherfucker man

A circus from the start, workin on your art

I be spittin verses in the dark, perfect coz I'm smart

But it really hurt you in your heart

When you never see your name when you searching on the charts

But is it really about that?

Somebody just heard my song on a soundtrack

They said it saved they life, you count that?

Hell naw dog they don't count that

Nobody give you a Grammy for taking care of your family

Nobody give you a Grammy for saving lives on the mic, no

Maybe that's the award, I stay asking the lord

"Shall I give up on my rhyme flow?"

I'm watching time go by, eye for eye

The game shot me down now I'm clapping at the game thinking "my oh my, why oh why"

Is being better a curse, niggas rapping the same

I Grind Or Die, that's G.O.D

Fam biz in the back that's C.O.B

This industry ain't meant for me

So I play in a different league

Wise move like Ice Cubes 3 on 3

I escaped that maze full of lies

I'm well known but my fame in disguise

Dominate rap shows by the name Van Gogh, prolly give me all my praise when I die

His paint brushes cost more than his pictures

When he was living out his portraits would hit ya

For like a million you could worship my scriptures

Or better yet just bury me on a war ship

Salute the general Crook, open my lyrical book

I ain't even hearing a physical and niggas

Is shook

Give em a look, ride down my side on my size brain

Now you reside on a high plane that's where your spirit is took

Hold on

Lie to me my nigga they lie to me

Everything they saying sounded so fly to me

Told me if I rhyme right I would be in the limelight

Like, give a piece of the pie to me

Lie to me in my face, kill my innocence

Murder was the case, you the witnesses

Now I'm just jade and my fans think I made it im in a bad place

Lie to me my nigga they lie to me

Everything they saying sounded so fly to me

Told me if I rhyme right I would be in the limelight

Like, give a piece of the pie to me

Lie to me in my face, kill my innocence

Murder was the case, you the witnesses

Now I'm just jade and my fans think I made it im in a bad place

A lil kid starts rappin

I was elementary age way back then

My love for the shit was so pure wouldn't see a spec of dirt if you wiped it with a napkin

Hold up, before the strap back in

Before the trappin, before the captains or trap men

Hold up

I would transport homework in my jansport

Lil dude backpackin

Hold up

I see myself on the porch, headphones on

Scrolling through the source

Before the biz knocked me off course

Before they killed that lil kid no remorse

Yeah, you see that child right there

He grew up in the hood yeah it's wild right there

But he knew he would escape it

If only he could make it

He perfected his freestyle like yeah

Got my first deal, got my first wheels

Paperwork say the deal was worth mills

Show my baby momma how a Louis purse feels, before I start smokin church hills

It was never hard getting pretty women but I never had this many

All the bitches in the club used to front now they wonna have kids with me

Shit switched so instantly

Kinda hard for a young nigga

Especially one who ain't got no father figure

So how can I process it all when I'm hanging with the gang members

Sippin hard liquor, sippin liquor when I'm hanging round the hood

Smoking on cigars like I'm hanging out with Suge

Got a contract still gotta stay strapped

God damn, thought I made it out for good

JackBoys think of robbin my chain

Record labels steal the thoughts in my brain

Taking L's like my credit card on xbox

Guess I gotta charge it all to the game

Left death row, niggas died around me

Left slaughterhouse, fans cried around me

Talkin bout the old ain't the vibe around me

I feel like the ropes still tied around me

A shooter walked up and he tried to down me

I feel like the whole world tryna drown me

LBC east side to downy

They know me in the streets and inside the county

I'm a legend on my coast take that!

My legacy you will never take this

I know some rappers that slit they wrists

Suicide coz they couldn't make hits

Think I'm lying they don't talk about that tho

Cover it up go out the back door

I think about it when I'm at my rap show

Backstage im going over my rap flow

I heard a voice say you aren't on fire

Get the mic man it's time to go live

Step on stage in front of the crowd

I think you motherfuckers already know the whole vibe

I grab the mic and say "YO YO YO"

Lost, lost, lost

I got a woman at home and some kids and they don't know bout nothing I go through

None of the shit I do

I'm fucking lost...

Make Me Better lyrics - Crooked I

Yeah

Hip-Hop Weekly, C.O.B. (C.O.B.)

Circle of Bosses, Crooked I

Ow (Treacherous Records, ha ha)

Yeah

Next week we doing some old school shit, ha ha

I'm still taking requests, hit me on MySpace

Guess what?

I'm Mr. Hip-Hop Weekly

And fuck all copycats, get guac freely

Yes I embody that, dig hot breezies

In the back of a Pontiac that was parked in a laundromat

Pimping's not easy

Shouts out to Fred Hampton Jr. in Chicago

Shouts to Bishop Brigante in Toronto

I'm a mercenary, squeeze it double quattro

Cover your meat with the shells for the cheese like a taco

I go straight to your crib if you pushing weight

When you get home I might be the reason that your bush'll shake

I pop out, my Glock find a place to put your face

White tee bloody as an apron around a butcher's waist

Like them baby back joints stacked on top of each other

Ribs are touching, no stopping a brother

Strip nigga, now go lay on top of your mother

A sick nigga, it was a hobby to rob me a sucker (yeah)

I'm about to ride around to Biggie's "Ready to Die" shit

With one of you maggots tied up in the trunk, now that's some fly shit

My heart dark as the inside of your eyelids

Bitches try to gas me, Crooked I's too hybrid (ow)

Yeah, I spit like a Long Beach Pharoahe Monch

Keep your eyes on the sparrow when the double barrel launch

I'm g'd like a character from Robert De Niro's Bronx

Tale, hell, tell me why the hell I wear a watch (huh)

Cause when it come to time, I'm so far ahead of mine

I can tell you ahead of time you need some better lines

Like eleven times seven, I'm

Seventy-seven times better than whoever rhymed, never mind

Yeah, I ain't gonna even educate you niggas right now

Crooked I man, gangsta MC, C.O.B. (Circle of Bosses)

Shouts out to my dude LG in Brooklyn (brrap)

Yah mean

Shouts to my dude Dylan Dylinjah (pow, pow)

We made history baby, when you was on Bad Boy and I was on Death Row

We recorded a song together

First Death Row and Bad Boy collabo since all the bullshit (you know)

You know what I'm talking about (ha ha)

We rode through the streets of LA together baby

You know how I do it, pistols motherfucking up

20s on Benzes (yeah)

C.O.B., Crooked I, yeah

I'm a gangsta MC, gangsta M, gang

I'm a gangsta MC, gangsta M, gang (ow)

I'm a gangsta MC, gangsta M, gang (yeah)

I'm a gangsta MC, gangsta M, gang

I'mma, I'mma, I'mma (ha ha)

Yeah, short and sweet

What's the motto? See you next week

My Time lyrics - Knox Hill & KXNG Crooked (feat. Samad Savage)

Samad, kick it up, yeah!

The clock's ticking, I stop and listen for oppositions

My thoughts quicken, they cock the big guns, the plot, it thickens

Just came from blocks where a lot don't have a pot to piss in

But they don't listen, they gentrify it and profit difference

Extend the distance, who's benefiting from mending fences?

These politicians so bent they don't bend for riches

Look there, now they are burning bridges while men are drowning in rivers

They wave, while they shippin' business but we are down with the fishes, woah

I'm from a system, where the prisons are set from poverty lines

I'm just a product of the products and commodity crimes

There is no appeasing the weak, I need a release

The peace in these streets is when they reaching for heat

But me, I'm reaching for shine, I feel like Icarus, a wicked twist

I lit the wick, I'm injured in the devil's grip

While many fell to clicks, I'm triggered, I'm sick of the doubt

So put the figures on my head, you will never figure me out, don't even count

Ru- Running

Race against the clock, know my time is coming

Losing's one thing that I can't stomach

If it ain't first place, I don't want it, huh

This can't be the best it gets

Quick to hush a hater or a pessimist

Voices in my head, but I won't let 'em win

It's my time and it's definite, I won't ever miss

Put your rollie in your pocket, the jack is a pocket watch

And blow armed robbers to NASA, I walk with a rocket launcher

I awkwardly talk to God, "Father, I'm not a monster

I'm a product of this block shit", snare, snare

I pop shit (Owe!), got the drum under the chopstick

On this Knox shit, catching bodies like a mosh pit

Under the Moon where the clock tick, that's a lunar tick

You'll get it later, but watch this

Click, click, pow, my time's tickin', my mind's different

Design's specific, line's divine, lines that rhyme with it

It's scientific, combine vivid lyrics

That make your thoughts travel, your mind's trippin'

A one of kind ticket to your future self, Em said "Lose yourself"

You chose other people, this time choose yourself

It's mind-numbing not to find something to live for

Get your justice from that blind woman, your time's coming

On God

Race-race against the clock, know my time is coming

Losings one thing that I can't stomach

If it ain't first place, I don't want it, huh

This can't be the best it gets

Quick to hush a hater or a pessimist

Voices in my head, but I won't let 'em win

It's my time and it's definite, I won't ever miss

Debit less, no credit fix, where fiends won't fail to misuse

They settled on a corner with magazines, they ain't sell an issue

Told 'em not to meddle with it as the lead excels through tissues

Said that I will never miss, ironic I'll forever miss you

While you was in a cell I feel I bailed, all we had was distance

Then you took a hit, your liver failed, but the habit didn't

Had your inhibitions, I'm so mad I didn't listen

Life was grabbing my attention, shoulda had an intervention

Shit, breathe, take a hit again

My mind state at the tip, that shady shit, I hope they miss again

If man invented time then let's rewind it just a little bit

I'm sick of always feeling like a middle man

When death'll take the innocent and life'll fill the minutes in these minute men

Who Boston/Boss-Them, Massachusetts/Master-Choose-It

Don't cross, my passion, lose it

It's real when I pack the jewels in

You deal but you bastards usin'

Hit Crooked, now pass the music

I'm lit when I'm rapping to it

Breathe

Ru- Running

Race against the clock, know my time is coming

Losings one thing that I can't stomach

If it ain't first place, I don't want it, huh

This can't be the best it gets

Quick to hush a hater or a pessimist

Voices in my head, but I won't let 'em win

It's my time and it's definite, I won't ever miss

Officer Kill A Nigga lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Blue Klux Klan

Squad up

They call me officer hate a nigga, I hate you niggas

Pray to white Jesus, why he create you niggas?

I'm here to erase you niggas

I blew the nose of the sphinx, I even hate you ancient niggas

Man, I hate you niggas

I hate niggas: real niggas and fake niggas

I hate trill niggas and snake niggas

Fuck a rainbow, gay niggas and straight niggas

We brought you right over here in that slave ship

Ripped the skin open with that slave whip

You better behave quick

Thinkin' cause a monkey's in the White House, that you can be on some brave shit

Your momma was my maid, bitch

Take you alive, or hang you in a court

Or shoot you niggas down and plant a taser by your corpse

Or choke you out illegally, I'm flagrant with the force

You niggas out of pocket, just like Django on a horse

Real police are in this, nigga killin' business

The whole world can witness, we don't give a fuck

We hate you, now super soak that hoe

We hate you, super soak that hoe

Real police are in this, nigga killin' business

The whole world can witness, we don't give a fuck

We hate you, super soak that hoe

We hate you, chopper, super soak that hoe

I won't deny it, go ahead and ride it, but you don't wanna fuck with me

I got a gun and a badge on me

I won't rest 'till you R.I.P

Yeah, vandalise my patrol car, ain't that a bitch?

Go 'head and set it on fire, I ain't paid for that shit

Martin Luther said pray for peace, I ain't pray for that shit

I thank the Lord for James Earl Ray on the day he was hit

I'm eatin' donuts, thinking of a master plan

Like how to kill Sam DuBose and Sandra Bland

I told y'all, I hate niggas

Even Tamir Rice; underage niggas

Real police are in this, nigga killin' business

The whole world can witness, I don't give a fuck

I hate you, now super soak that hoe

I hate you, pull out my gun and super soak that hoe

Real police are in this, nigga killin' business

The whole world can witness, I don't give a fuck

I hate you, now super soak that hoe

I hate you, pull out my gun and super soak that hoe

I hate niggas, I hate niggas

Real niggas, fake niggas

Gay niggas, straight niggas

Even Tamir Rice; underage niggas

Officer hate a nigga from the Blue Klux Klan

Super soak that hoe

Fuck you black ass niggas

Pac & Biggie lyrics - Crooked I

I got my whole city with me

Grind to the beach in my hard top bentley

I got smoke in my lungs, liquor in my kidney

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Because it's cob everything, homies know the meaning

Caucasian or black, [?] or belizean

My father never knew that he had million dollar seamen

I had to find a way in, got more family than [?]

Drugs in my deffo, bitch I'm on my hustle

Stay on like a biceps but goons on my muscle

Grind plus hustle like scrappy let's call it grosses

I'm doing bizness with asians, essays and blood [?]

Grown on the west coast, that's what I'm the air to

No one can compare to me I say what you scared to

I don't dance much, and motherfucker funny hair due

Listen hair dude, I'm in my grizzly and you bear fool

Yeah, the kid grew up in the hell hole

Took that fire put that on tracks minus the railroad

How many joints in your elbow?

Your arms, hell no what elbows are pound of weed for sale though, in hell

I got my whole city with me

Grind to the beach in my hard top bentley

I got smoke in my lungs, liquor in my kidney

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Legendary as pac and biggie, harrio and ricky

Selling sounds all the pounds, the stereo I sticky

Is it rapper trap money, the scenario is tricky

Either way that it go, when I'm buried you won't forget me

No matter what you heard it's my motherfucking dominion

Take your ass hole and shove it up your opinion

The menace and flow, even my [?] is call me the genesis

Cause I've been the truth from the beginning

I'm bar raising, cuban cigars blazing

White european whip call it my caucasian

From starvation to becoming the leader of a dark nation

Move quiet like I'm park mason

My hood credit is good, I'm [?] visa

I move through the belly of the beast like magnesium

You could be a star, I'm a be a tsar

Black cesar, forget it, I'm iller than amnesia

Remember

I got my whole city with me

Grind to the beach in my hard top bentley

I got smoke in my lungs, liquor in my kidney

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

I'm on my long beach shit, alcohol in my dining

A mafiozzo outlaw, a somalian pirate

I'm a molotov cocktail, involved in a riot

Flames burn you fuck boys, till all of you quiet

Cob on that junior mafia shit for real though

In this bitch deep like an 18 inch dildo

Haters check my passport, I could put everything you want in my [?] sport

This is a man's sport, you gotta have an iron stomach or you're [?] from the highest summit

The top I see bodies flying from it

I love this game I just study the science of it

The [?] coming, 100, let me tell you again nigger.

I got my whole city with me

Grind to the beach in my hard top bentley

I got smoke in my lungs, liquor in my kidney

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name.

Playground lyrics - Hi-Rez, KXNG Crooked & KR$NA

[Intro:]

Oh my God! Is that rez

[Hi-Rez:]

I don't give a damn bout celebrities all of them dead to me

Hollywood devilish, I feel the energy

People were testing me fuck what you said to me

Word to my memory, keep that intensity

You lack integrity, this is my destiny

I am so heavenly, don't want you texting me

I was depressed ain't nobody that checked on me had to invest in me

I got the recipe Mr. Krabs. I just been cooking up in the lab

I do not dance a little dab after a little dab

These rappers been telling these children its cool to pop pills

And that sex is appealing and labels just push it they making a killing

They selling you lies the devil is grinning

You selling your soul for some money and fame

You still end up broke you a dummy you lame

The realest they end up with one in they brain

You always just looking for someone to blame

People are dying mothers are crying government lying

I know they spying, tapping our phones

They playing with fire pretending they God they changing the science

I am a lying and you are a sheep they silence the ones that been thinking so deep

People asleep, you gotta creep, before you get cancelled for making a peep

People too brainwashed, I got an army like k-pop

You being used, don't run from the truth it can be seen by ray charles

Get back up I never stay down

When I'm struggling never make a sound

I swear I can go 8 rounds, got the world as my playground

Get back up I never stay down

When I'm struggling never make a sound

I swear I can go 8 rounds, got the world as my playground

(Dollar Sign)

[KR$NA:]

Agar main gira toh utha, Peeche na dekhu aur kabhi nahi rukta me

Dollar hai naam me laya iss game me change

Par rakhta nahi khulla ya chutta me

Banay sabkuch hi khudka me, hater ke zehen mein sui jaise chubhta me

Dega tu daga toh jaladoo tarazu tula par kabhi nahi jhukta me

Chahe spit karoo angrezi, launda me desi, badaldi saari ye game

Why they be talking all crazy then they all swayze

Ask 'em to back up their claims

Boy I was born in the 80's, ya'll are some babies

That be out playing with flames

Find me in front of your homes like katie

Holding' 380, ready to aim

I could just kill them with silence but I'm in the booth and I'm finna get violent

Bout to say phuket (fuck it) like I'm chilling in thailand

With 3 white girls- giligans island, skills infinite, ye toh mere bin blinded

Saare kyun bane fir militant minded?

Cheeze jo boli maine gaano me

Wo toh mene kari bhi hai jaise ye dominican islands

Got that heavy metal if they really acting gangsta

Eddie vedder with plenty cheddar, might just attack n shank ya

Letting off that lead zep might mega-death ya ass in anger

So you know my style be more-rockin' like it's from casablanca

Paisa fenka, ye style hai mehenga, no looted jewels

Ain't for convos, I throw more combos than rubik's cube's

Apne family ke liye stand-li, par me na koi kubrick dude

Me sabse upar, sitting in a stupor (stupa), like a buddhist tomb

[Hi-Rez:]

Get back up I never stay down

When I'm struggling never make a sound

I swear I can go 8 rounds, got the world as my playground

Get back up I never stay down

When I'm struggling never make a sound

I swear I can go 8 rounds, got the world as my playground

[KXNG Crooked:]

The world is my playground, get up ima never stay down

I'm from the era of putting that work on the greyhound from LA all the way to 8 mile

We know everybody want to be the realest with the lyrics

Till I pull up on the instrumental hit them with the illest shit

I ever fit in a sentence you dealing with a killer when I look up in the mirror

It's the only competition I can see though, you all on my nuts like a speedo

Every time I do it freestyle nft style did it like beeple

Put it on vevo see no evil ima keep it g though with my g bro

We gone put bars in your car like repo we flow like

Fucking your side bitch when it's below zero we are the cheat code

Sorry I spit too many lines I'm just here to make your brain move

Cause they paralyzing too many minds, I'm just here to make the game move

Heard the same shit too many times, high power Glock at the flower shop

Now you cowards got to give me mine don't think you ain't

Bitch I spit with colloquialisms focus and listen

I'm fixing to overdose and go kobe on this one

I don't even like the flow in your writtens same bullshit a rodeo give them

Shoot them all with the long nose so real boy I pinocchio victims

Come and get your neck broke to the rhythm ignorance but I cloaked it in wisdom

Crack bars like dope in a prison, that's literally coke in the system

Spelling like dolce gabbana up in benihanas I got me a tokyo vixin

With no inhibition baby give me throat in the kitchen

And blow me with no intermission... Listen!

[Hi-Rez:]

Get back up I never stay down

When I'm struggling never make a sound

I swear I can go 8 rounds, got the world as my playground

Get back up I never stay down

When I'm struggling never make a sound

I swear I can go 8 rounds, got the world as my playground

Real Friends (Freestyle) lyrics - KXNG Crooked

I'm just stuntin'on my ex bitch

Flexin' on my Malcolm X shit

I'm just stuntin'on my ex bitch

Flexin' on my Malcolm X shit

Conscience boil, boy you

Come to L.A the cops want to dodge your hat

Got the shoppers for ya

Why did I do that?

Defend that practice like a doctor's lawyer

Or a Georgetown hoya

A double entendere for ya

Without rhyme skills

You got the conic career time kills

I'm just a [?] watchin' a clock destroy ya

I'm still here, Crooked sit on the kxng's throne

I still know this hoes ain't loyal

Just like that Umar's ringtone

Yeah bad and boujee is the theme song

But I never put pussy on a pedestal that my dream's on

Like Mart' Luther, got the heart of a leader

True to the art form

Like little Michael Jackson pouring out his heart to Maria

Hits on my soul departs with alias

The true speaker, I wish Barack would've pardon Malia... fuck it!

I spit in the dark makin' harder to see 'em

The booth even darker than rooms that photographers be in

The reincarnation the king... is an honor to be him

I bury artist like artefacts I should start a musseum

'Cause this is, fly MC'ing, Cashmere pea coat

I came hard at 2016, but that was last year's deep throat

This year I'm sonin' niggas so watch your father put the game to sleep

And rape it, until you're damn near T.O.,

The number one spot is what I'm commin' after

I'm in the strip club turnin' up with the mumble rappers

But I never fucked with actors, since I was young and active

I hung with nothin' but low key ballers than humble factors

Was got tell pages and brick phones, big chrome

Tuck by the hip bone, 66 bones sittin' on gold Daytons

As asses on...

Is on my DNA to rep the west on you haters

But sometimes I hate the way we sound

Even our best songs

That's why I wish Pac' would've had his vest on in Vegas

But, as we proceed, to give you wwhat wwhat

Yyyou you mee

Shouts out to...

Hey dub C, what if you threw a toones day?

Come together every year in L.A, playin' what toones played, (RIP!)

I'll be right there with C.O.B. my for life crew

Yellin "rest in peace Ricky Harris and Big Syke too!"

So much trouble in the world nigga

Can nobody feel your pain

Sometimes the weather's similar to the cash throw family

That's a never ending rain, but the sun is shinin' 'gain

And a mist of millionaire entertainers who're tryin'a bane

I'm just fine in my own lane, so I can remain Kxng!

I still squeeze steel and spit the hot science

50 cent and meek mill dream chase of die tryin'

I ain't lyin', sometimes I feel like I'm recitin'' in asylums

With visions of dying' after firin' my iron at the siren

'Cause I'm ridin' with more heathens than 21 Pilots

You sleepin', the floor'll open up anyone eye lids

When it's done the shoes won't be anyone size fits all

All sharon lee legacy, 'cause the shit he's done is ice men

And the city done, really comes with pretty young side chicks

Silly dummy the city wants my shit

I'm just stuntin'on my ex bitch

Flexin' on my Malcolm X shit

I'm just stuntin'on my ex bitch

Flexin' on my Malcolm X shit

Forever C.O.B. let's win

Peace to the grinders

Active let's go

Get the fuck outta here

SCHEA COTTON lyrics - Crooked I

I like to welcome you all

To our little spot where we get down you know

Kick a few bars smoke some cigars

Vibe out

I got some real talented musicians in the house today (word)

Discreet Merchants in here but yo

I notice a lot of y'all don't like to say my name when you talk about Lyricism

This is for you

Wide open for the J and I'm Schea Cotton (Swish)

I'm making it rain while you stuck in the paint watching

I'm keeping the game popping

When I'm trappin on the block it remind you of name dropping

'Cause I'm magic with the rock like I'm Earvin Dwayne Johnson

Please

Pavé ringing

Sade singing

Sliding up Broadway leaning a suave king

Running through blocks like I'm Devonta Freeman

My Glock stay fiending

That pole stay DeVante swinging (Brra da daa)

I told you 'bout the keys in the Winnebago

Them squares help me taste the bread like they in the Eggo

I was in the H though

Fucking with niggas pouring promethazine in the Faygo

Telling me that shit is fuego

They know I'm on some other shit

I came to this bitch on a mother ship

Cut from a miraculous cloth

My body was peacefully resting in a sarcophagus a god with his

Arms crossed over The Emerald Tablets of Thot

A man of perfection I mastered the essence of astral projection

The ancestors blessed dimension travelling boss

Imagine the sauce I drip just 'cause melanin exist

Like fucking pussy fresh out

You fellin' in this bitch

I went from not having a pot piss in

To having a master bathroom upstairs

It's levels to this shit (Yeah)

They ask me how I feel about whoever think they better

How does leather feel about pleather?

Get whoever you can get (Now)

The Top Ramen eater

Who pop llama heaters

Hotter than thermometers in Nevada

Hotter than lava and fevers

The COB Godfather leader

Red beaming you cats them spots not a cheetah

Them shots knock you out of your hot Prada sneakers

Don Dada Top Shotta leave you beneath the docks

While I'm on Cohibas in Botswana in a hot sauna

Speakers throbbing 2Pac getting top from a top model diva

She a hot mamma mia (Take that)

You can't fuck with me might as well forfeit

I'm Schea Cotton the one they scared to step on the court with

Dear summer

Fuck rapping I'm going corporate

To break on through to the other side on my door shit

Your lordship

My lyrics is locked in

Y'all rap about bout work

How many niggas is clocked in?

Won't mention name you hating I guess that's what happens

When you interview Rakim and you in Eminem's top ten

(Haters)

Hol' up

Tell these niggas where I'm from

(L-L-Long Beach)

Eastside mofuker (Ayh)

The city where the weed bags really the realest

We hall of fame with them sacks nigga Willie McGinest

I really love this shit

As if rap was my grandfather

Imagine my disappointment in Afrika Bambaataa

But fuck it I'm back on the track

Massacre manslaughter

The vanguard of this art 'cause I happen to rap harder than asphalt In the black part of town where them rounds just crack armor

I'm strapped when I'm relaxing in bathwater

It's Crooked

Long Beach Mount Rushmore

You decide the other three but it's us four (Facts)

Who did it better, for twenty years plus more? (Who?)

You either high or you lying that's the uproar (Fuck boy)

Sleep on my team

My desert eagle your dreams

I can push keys 'till all my green equal your streams

I can bring a couple llamas through to double entendre you

That means your DNA leak in your jeans (Got you)

You feel me? But I'm on a higher vibration

I don't wanna homicide my nation

I just wanna make the simplest quotes intricate dope

If it's about the purest lyricist on the coast

You listening to the GOAT

(Keep going, hear me? Huh?)

If it's about the purest lyricist on the coast you listening to the yo

And you don't stop

East Side Long Beach you don't stop (Long Beach)

North Side Long Beach you don't stop (North North)

West Side Long Beach you don't stop (No, West Side)

To my niggas in Compton and you don't stop (Sup Carson)

To my niggas in Watts and you don't stop (Whats going Hawthorne)

All my South Central niggas yeah and you don't stop

(Whats up Gardia)

To my niggas in the Valley and you don't stop (The IDI)

To my niggas in the Bay yeah and you don't stop (Inglewood) (Wooh)

Worldwide and you don't stop (Inglewood)

Schea Cotton

Yeah (East Side)

(East Side)

South, the Midwest, the East Coast

(Hahaa)

Small Violin lyrics - Matt Nye & KXNG Crooked

Fuck with me I'll give you top shelf beef

That's high stakes

In the dark you either a shark

Or your live bait

If you owed

Get the banana clip then 5 apes

Slide off with your vault

Different meaning for drive safe

I send my women to buy drapes and try crepes

To hide her from the hell I'm raisin

Like dry grapes

I'm getting shaved with a razor draped in a fly cape

The owner of C.O.B clothing why would I buy bape's

Track suits cigars and muscle cars

Meet up with the cartel in double R's

I don't associate with rappers

Who got rich spitting them struggle bars

You don't gotta know about this thing

Cause its ours

Intellectual never threatened by a menace

I got this stick sliding like I'm a violinist

To create more records then me

You have to write the Guinness

Book don't look

To hard at a crook

Just mind ya business

We offshore the accounts

The boss hoard the amounts

The diamonds are all white

Like a golf course in the south

Heavy bets at the derby we not horsing around

Marble on the counter tops

Its the all porcelain ground

I finish how I started on top of the shelf

Smoking rocky Patels rocking godfather cazels

18 karot gold pin on top of lapels

This is mafia shit

Yea I'll see you coppers in hell

An so I walk into the stars an I never come back again

I'm spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen

So when I die I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in

Come fuck the son of God good Mary that magdalene

I put the king on it

He anoint this beat

I been crooked

Like the mother fucking top elite

Breathing the same molecules in as socrates

I'm tryna make it

And be naked in a tropic breeze

But all these places say no vacant

So I'm on these streets

Ain't no asking please

On that mask an seize

Got that grandma Glock

She gone come pinch them cheeks

Now there's Blood on my shoes like lil nas x sneaks

An you could try to mitigate but once activated like charcoal

We dethrone your city take princes like Meghan Markle

It's cold and it's ugly like Steve buscemi in forgo

I'm the young Bobby Johnson

Color of Nucky Thompson

Was raised out in Florida but might as well been in Compton

A Fan of fire starters but could produce the flames

Till a old head point at they teeth

Call that fangs

America online message

We take aims

I walk into the stars

And then never come back again

I'm spitting in the wind with immaculate acumen

So when I die I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in

Come fuck the son of God

Good Mary that magdalene

Small violin playin my song

Go try again

I shave my own head

No bitch turn me to Solomon

They holo men

Ripping chunks out of they collagen

I follow them

Leaving them slumped in The holid inn

We broke bread over some pussy

Won't Mac again

Cause now the charge is way past pimping

Its trafficking

Like this bitch won't sell that shit

Without her man

Then do some heroin

Give money to Taliban

A table fan

I blow loud then calm again

When we babel heard tower of of babel start rattling

Unravelin

That evil plan this man brain

In gomorrah they be loving that sodom like hussein

A neck was introduced to a foot like liu kang

I'm too flame

You spark a blunt off what I'm sayin

I put us on the map like borate did kazakhstan

Now everyone I got in my fam got em a Stan

An so I walk into the stars an I never come back again

I'm spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen

So when I die I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in

Come fuck the son of God

Good Mary that magdalene

We walk into the stars an we never come back again

I'm spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen

So when I die I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in

Come fuck the son of God

Good Mary that magdalene

Straight To The Bank lyrics - Crooked I

This is a letter to my true fans

Take the letter N off the end of fan

Add an M, yeah you my true fam

I ain't never needed a news stand

Just a new stance to understand the dudes the truth, damn

Kiss a record executive's ass I can't do

They wanna rape you before they bathe and ape you

I'm clapping my hands, pussy rapper well done

They bent you over, made you spell run, (R-U-N)

Now that's some deep shit, I'm on some G shit

Like getting your peeps hit and not giving a fuck the least bit

My trigger click lickety split, quick as E-Swift

Sip the liquor, that's how quick a nigga's heat spit

I'm rap terror, I'm eating nigga's insides

Heart dark as mascara surrounding Prince eyes

Ya'll small french fries, inch size

This brother lynch guys, you'll be dead way before the stench dies

I'm a way better swinger like I was trained by Mayweather Sr

Crooked, they never seen ya, grey leather seats in the Modena

Shit that straight cheddar bringer

Still thugging wave middle fingers

Bosstradamus, this year I'm dropping "B.O.S.S." I promise

Haters, yeah I came across your comments

While I was lost off in the Bahamas

With a awesome little mama

Like Buffy peeling off pyjamas

Pussy so good I threw her some cheese son

Dick was even better so she gave me a refund

Speaking of dick I'm thinking you pricks can eat one

And don't ride mine when that summer heat come

They say the truth shall come to the light

I guess the spotlight is on me when I'm clutching the mic

Clutching it like chrome pipes

Not the kind you find under a bike

The kind that makes swines run for your life

All you best rappers alive, you make a nigga laugh 'til I cry

Put the cash up, dance with the I

You could be the best rapper alive after I die

Then I come back twice rapping with the passion of Christ

Married to the streets, made her sign a prenup

Taking my paper to the grave, bury me G'd up

LBC'd up, yeah COB'd up

So far ahead of you meth heads you better speed up

Niggas pop pills getting E'd up

Me, I'm addicted to Lunesta cause I do it in my sleep, what

B.O.S.S., see you next week

Who Am I (Freestyle) lyrics - KXNG Crooked

I'm the Dayton's on a 66

I'm the fingerprints on them Freeway Ricky bricks

I'm the clicky click, hidin' under them Dickie fits

I'm the frozen gleam like the nose of a coca fiend

I'm that drippy drip from the city that only birth crippy crips

You don't know me?

I'm the illest, flyest dealer, drivin' Benz's by ya

Dippin' on rims and tires

I'm the nigga that keep the snitches quiet

The killer that peoples bitch admire

I'm the addiction that burned up Richard Pryor in a kitchen fire

I'm a knife in a prison riot

I am the flag in a bangers pocket

Black execution, I'm the revolution, then came to stop it

I'm the famous prophet, the great agnostic

The Anunnaki consciousness that gave you knowledge to make all of them ancient objects

I'm the Draco that paint the projects, rrrring rrrring, nigga

I'm the bank deposits, ca-ching ching, nigga

I'm everything, nigga

Who am I? Do or die

I'm the reason that you hold the Ruger high

I'm the first nigga with some money in the city that you ever seen

Put a eggshell Bentley on the East Side streets

Pockets greener than arugula

Who am I? Nigga, I'm KXNG Crooked I (Pow)

Bigger Llamas, slangin' weed, get bigger commas

Doin' numbers with that tree like trigonomer

This is Slaughter (That part)

WORDPLAY lyrics - RANNA & KXNG Crooked I

Come wander with me, love

Come wander with me

I be soundin like Siri cause I'm a serious serial serotonin

Sippin a bowl of cereal

I'm lucky like a leprechaun with the lucky charms

In the echelon of the amazon in Babylon

Til the break of dawn since the Ramadan

Puns don't stop but'll trap you in a octagon

So I ramble on like a marathon

Eight side rhymes and you yeah like Lil Jon

I pick apart each syllable

Stick my heart in a syllabus

I make that shit lyrical

I'm a lyricist born to this

Wanna play scrabble

Kick yo ass

Should I just scramble

Hell fuck yea

Unless you wanna be scrambled eggs cause imma go ham

You'll be toast cause I'm OJ juiced with his hand

The glove was planned now that's a freehand

Kill a broad with a band it spread like broadband

With stamped in my verse so you can't withstand

So you damped in my words and drown in quicksand

You can be subject to be the subject

Of my poetic no justice type of predicate

I'm like Tupac got my own pen

Fuck the world and fuck a ghostwriting surrogate

OW

I live for the wordplay

OW OW OW

I live for the wordplay

OW OW OW

I live for the wordplay

OW OW OW

I live for the wordplay

OW OW OW

Kick, snare

Hundred round drum don't care

Stand up guy in a chair

Sitting on the throne I'm the heir

I was a king on my very first birthday

Put a crown on my nouns and my verbs

Imma serve ya'll in the worse way

Putting all you rappers in a hearse, ay

Having fun cause I work for the wordplay

Even my pistol is astronomic

I cock back and I blast the comet

Quickest motherfuckers pass the chronic

As fast as sonic

Imma be putting my foot in yo ass like your last colonic

Get you dizzy as a glass of tonic

Sick flow make a bastard vomit

Cause I master phonics

I'm a craft a sonnet

When an artist act moronic

My heart gets black as onyx

Yeah

Imma get it from beginning to the endin

Give an instrumental a whippin

I'm winning independent

When I spit a written lyric I'm the realest I'm the illest

When a lyricist hear it I bet I kill them in a minute

Tick tock like hands on a big glock

I ain't say clock I said hands on a big glock get shot

Imma be defying gravity

Cause imma stay fly even when my shit drop

This is hip hop

OW OW OW

I live for the wordplay

Yeah KXNG CROOK yeah

OW OW OW

I live for the wordplay

Persian Empire yeah

OW OW OW

I live for the wordplay

We live for this you know what I'm saying

OW OW OW

I live for the wordplay

We breathe for this, ah

OW OW OW

From the Bay to the LBC

You Know My Steez lyrics - Crooked I

You wack niggas got me feeling hyper

Your flow still in diapers, mine killing cyphers

I'm a villain like a triple lifer

I'm as real as a triple striker

Sitting in Rykers for pitching

This nigga's nicer than a good mood

I'll put my gun where he puts food

Let him taste the weapon a second before I cook dude

Rapping ass nigga, you from the hood? Cool

I'll slap you with your publishing dude, that's a Suge move

I'll bleed the block, it's hard for me to donate blood

The needle draw the pure plasma of a thug

Put it in a patient who need it he might bug

That psycho type-O, he might have you pushing drugs

Not the white but them sticky green buds

Wearing Dickies ready to give these niggas 53 slugs

You can't reach where I'm raising a bar

That's like every law student acing the bar

That's like your size 10 Chuck Taylors racing my car

That's like the whole Muslim nation not praising Allah

I'm on my Long Beach shit, Eastside is all around

When I jump out the spur bitches wipe a boss down

I hold my city down like Tha Dogg Pound

Did '96 but naw this is 0-7

Crooked's no reverend, but the way I hold weapons

I could get your soul a float to heaven, no question

Couple words of wisdom to nigga chart climbing

Buying some nice ice pieces from hard grinding

Your color-treated canaries are shining

But do you know they use radiation every time they dye diamonds

That's why I only fuck with fancy yellows

Bitches see the bling, give me the panties, hello

God damn, my whole family's ghetto

You pop shit, my granny'll hand me the handy metal

I got an issue with a hater in the limelight

I'mma tell you all who it is when the time's right

I'mma give him two months to get his mind right

If he don't I'll put him in the past like hindsight

Niggas see the mac-10, become afraid

Like Lakers fans when Kobe asked for that trade

Fuck your favorite rapper, I'm the last of a dying breed

I kill 'em if David could make Goliath the giant bleed

I'll leave your entire empire minor league

I don't rap motherfucker, I firebreathe

Why you think the whole west is in dire need

Of niggas like me and my livewire Gs

C.O.B

Take It Back lyrics - 80 Empire, KXNG Crooked & Rx (feat. Nicole Monea)

Ahhhhh baby

Bring this back to 93 so we can get the party started

Come and have a drink with me and poor some for the dear departed

Now, let's take it back yall, take it back yall

Take it back yall like it was nowwww owww

Like it was 93

It's RX, Rezza Brothers

I done soul of mischief since 93 flow by to the solar system on a semi C

I'm saying real ones remember return of the boom bap

And if you was a true hip hop head then you knew that

I came up on that Kool G Rap, ya true dat

And that Big Boy and that one K plus 2 stacks (That's 3000)

Let's take it back, take it back to the golden age

Way back in the day when the rhymes and the flows was insane

I'm a Shyne Big and have my pockets puffy

Shout out to the goals who pay, they paved the path yall

Let's take it back yall, we take it to last call

I'm pouring liquor out for the dead homies, let's get it

Bring this back to 93 so we can get the party started

Come and have a drink with me and poor some for the dear departed

Now, let's take it back yall, take it back yall

Take it back yall like it was nowwww owww

Like it was 93

93 let me reminisce for when I was too young for even a french kiss

Snoop Dog let you know his name

I was watchin' Ninja Turtles and playing Nintendo games

93 had me feeling like MJB watchin video soul

On BET, Fresh Prince made us all laugh

Fubu, cross colors, rockin' baggy pants, yup

It ain't nothing but a G thing baby and west coast is the place that raised me

93 at my grandma's house, rest in peace, I'm missin you now

Bring this back to 93 so we can get the party started

Come and have a drink with me and poor some for the dear departed

Now, let's take it back yall, take it back yall

Take it back yall like it was nowwww owww

Like it was 93

93 in LB, just tryna do my thang (word)

A young teenage Crooked tryna pursue my dreams (word)

36 chambers dropped and Doggystyle

I was shoppin' my demo right on the music scene (word)

Didn't know the industry would be a set up

But it didn't discourage me cause Pac dropped keep your head up

Tribe dropped midnight marauders

This is before the carters, talking before J and B even met up

We was bumpin Cube's lethal injection

Keep a Desert Eagle for my people's protection, east is the section

The east side, with each of us reppin' picked up the mic and used our speech as a weapon

Let me speak of the blessings of 93 yall

Bring this back to 93 so we can get the party started

Come and have a drink with me and poor some for the dear departed

Now, let's take it back yall

Take it back yall, take it back yall like it was nowwww owww

Like it was 93

Bring this back to 93 so we can get the party started

Come and have a drink with me and poor some for the dear departed

Now, let's take it back yall

Take it back yall, take it back yall like it was nowwww owww

Like it was 93

The Old Me lyrics - Crooked I

Mossberg Montana

Oh, you heard I won't swerve?

Heard I never sell another bird?

My extended clip'll knock you off the curb

Don't make me be the old me

You must not know the old me

Y'all was makin' hits, I was sendin' bricks to the sticks

Hollywood, I'm in the mix, parkin' whips

Young and icy is the old me

You don't believe it? Just go see the old me

When I was broke I stick 'em up

Hittin' licks, don't give a fuck

If that bitch's head smooth, I'ma give her dick to suck

Lift her up, get the bed movin' like a pickup truck

Thousand dollar silk sheets, I'ma call that rich as fuck

For the homies dead underground, I'ma live it up

My enemies was [?] and Jiggy, now the jig is up

Hova lost ninety-two bricks, now Jigga's up

Bought the Blueprint, put my niggas up

Nigga, what?

We yellin', "Fuck tha police, fuck tha police"

In my Chevy on some gold D's bumpin' Oldies

I could plug you with some codeine or some OG

I could plug you with' a whole ki but that's the old me

Oh, you heard I won't swerve?

Heard I never sell another bird?

My extended clip'll knock you off the curb

Don't make me be the old me

You must not know the old me

Y'all was makin' hits, I was sendin' bricks to the sticks

Hollywood, I'm in the mix, parkin' whips

Young and icy is the old me

You don't believe it? Just go see the old me

When I was broke I stick 'em up

Hittin' licks, don't give a fuck

Pass them burners, taxadermists, dawg, I'm 'bout to get you stuffed

Even though we know the Feds wanna fill the prisons up

Yellin', "Fuck the system" everytime I turn my system up

'87 Caddy coupe slammin' like a alley-oop

Pullin' out my camera, give the world a panoramic view

This is how we do in the city and the Valley too

Daily Cali move, we some niggas with' a attitude

We yellin', "Fuck tha police, fuck tha police"

In my Chevy on some gold D's bumpin' Oldies

I could plug you with some codeine or some OG

I could plug you with' a whole ki but that's the old me

Oh, you heard I won't swerve?

Heard I never sell another bird?

My extended clip'll knock you off the curb

Don't make me be the old me

You must not know the old me

Y'all was makin' hits, I was sendin' bricks to the sticks

Hollywood, I'm in the mix, parkin' whips

Young and icy is the old me

You don't believe it? Just go see the old me