CZARFACE, Ghostface Killah, Kendra Morris - The King Heard Voices lyrics

CZARFACE

[CZARFACE, Ghostface Killah, Kendra Morris - The King Heard Voices lyrics]

Yeah, this one sound crispy

Ayy yo, my glass rhymes bulletproof
My bullets got glass tips
My guns are so big that they dislocate hips
Slipped disc leave 'em mangled like
Gorillas in the mist
And your rib cage get caved like you
Was punched with an iron fist
Twisted, mind state's evil genius
And my wordplay sauté right up
With the meanest slang
I drop lingo, bingo, I hit bullseye
Got your chick wetter than the
Hands of the pool guy
Who am I? I'm Mister GFK
First to set it off, last to run away
I don't play, I'm a menace
Fear like the dentist real street nigga
You hear it in every sentence
Whether Ghost or Dennis
I'm a legend in the hood
The Wallabee Champ's still up to no good
Lay wood, sip an ice cold bottle of Guinness
And have your bitch suck me off
'til the beer is finished

Far inside my drifting head
The stories that I ever read
They take me there
(This sound like I'm in a haunted
Fuckin' church or somethin' right now)
Far inside my drifting head
The stories that I ever read
They take me there (Uh, huh)

Greatness is nothin'
I'm like the next Nike ad define me bad
I bring all hell like wifey mad
My soul sonic force, I make the planet rock
Loud pack rap, hear it from a half a block
End up the scatter shop
Murder is the case still
You get your face booked for
A couple face bills
The love is fake but the hate's real
And where were they before the deal?
I'm sayin', fuck how they feel
Lean on 'em, it's just routine on 'em
Call 'em supreme, my team ballin'
The cream callin'
Ain't no mistakin' 'em, maybe prayin'
I'm stakin' 'em racin' to stay on pace
With 'em, paper chasin', i'm raking in
Blake Griffin how I slam
Straight spittin' that piff the bass kick
Straight lift 'em out the stands
Made man hunger more, it's like a stomach raw
My lines shine on the
Mic like chrome twenty-fours

Far inside my drifting head
The stories that I ever read
They take me there
(This some horror shit, wild shit, yeah)
Far inside my drifting head
The stories that I ever read
They take me there

Don't get dunked over beef like some marinade
Life's a masquerade, I put on a mask and raid
I smack a rapper like I'm
Slappin' on some aftershave
There's a wide line between bein'
Brave and actin' brave used to be up on the
Train bangin' Jack of Spades
Now these groupies want the D
Like a passing grade
Don't get it twisted like
My daughter Allie's braids keep on talkin'
That shit'll get your casket laid
You ain't a dealer, you fakin'
You flippin' bricks, you a mason
But peep it
You don't keep it a secret when hands shakin'
Your army march slow 'cause
The CZAR flows bizarro
Like Superman's arch foe, it's actually Lex
Well I'm actually grabbin' and slappin'
The back of your neck
For comin' out your face
I make 'em apes while you run in place
Another victim bar like I got
'em lots of prison
But the stuff I'm kickin' ain't
Corrupted like the justice system
Black Widow feelin' trapped in America
'Cause the cops shot a man, Captain America
With that iron, man
They put you in the dirt or frying pan
With no body cam, another body, damn

Another senseless act of violence
Triggered by the
Easily triggered long arm of the law
In other news, Kim Kardashian's thieves have
Disappeared in Tiger's woods now
Let's get back to the real shit

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