KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz - Almighty lyrics
[KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz - Almighty lyrics]
I don't think I ain't got
My ear to the streets
(You know)
I hear the chit chatter
Yeahhh
Uh, alrighty, all hail the almighty
Despite all of your false ID
Allergies that occupy the top
You're cream of the crops, all slightly
Light in the ass, I'm all lightning
Jab, jab, cross, jab, uppercut, jab, look
I'm all Brooklyn like Zabs Hook
My ab took money before rap
I was partnering with some bad crooks
Looking like your pops in the face
I had your dad shook
Shorty don't get popped
In the face or get that ass whooped
Grew up where crack cook
You typing on a apple
I'm from the rotten apple
Different vеrsion of how Max look
Extended clip, diesеl like Shaq foot
My rap book, saved a lot of niggas
From that pain I was giving out
That ten I was dishin' out
Not to crack fiends
I'm talking about the last scene
Where Kane was just spitting out
Looking up at Stacey
Now you gotta stay sit (Oh)
They say, "You keep playin' with fire
You burn"
Every time I play with fire
I acquired returns on my investment
And lessons you'll be dyin' to learn
Like don't sleep on dishonesty
And lying to earn
Every time I'm on a beat
I treat it like it's my turn
The verdicts out to your
Hearing's adjourned is firm
Put my life in these sentences
It's bars forever
I put scars together, regardless whoever
Your market is better
All you marks mark for death
When I mark up this paper
I'm grade A, accordin' to legends
That's markin' my paper
So when you act like you the best
That's awkward behavior
But don't call me the savior
I'm just awesomely favored
When you got rappin' power
You could take half a bar off
Like it's happy hour (Haha)
My chat devours half you cowards
Please don't pass me flowers
Till my casket's lowered
Or I'm ashes, here's a classic YAOWA
We use words like honor, code, loyalty
We use these words as the backbone
Of a life spent defending something (Yeah)
You use them as a punchline
I grew up where crip signs are threw up
They dressed like suicide bombers
Their clothes blew up (Get 'em)
My burner is the Star Trek enterprise
The hard tech energize
Lift your whole crew up
(Yo)
You cappin' like Kirk tho
Nigga where your work go?
Still passin' hoes, 'round the circle, no
One main bitch that'll murk yo
Ass is smashin' the purple turbo porsche
Going berserko (Stop)
Your body drop while I'm
Knockin' out some features
Going dumb in the booth like niggas droppin'
Outta English after sockin' out the teacher
I crocodile my sneakers
I'm flippin' policemen off with
Pac poppin' out
The speakers (Hail Mary)
I was that poor kid climbin' in your window
Fix me a bowl of cereal
Then I just stole your stereo
Sold that shit on imperial
Fuck with my old material
My bars bring death to your ears
(But you don't hear me tho)
Bust a cap 'cause I'm hardcore
Double back that's a encore
Couple mask in a duffel bag
And a hunnid racks in the car door
Long Beach over bags, niggas got colostomies
Striking up the gang tag
On million dollar property
Get hit with choppers properly
They spit with high velocity
Blast Master Chris shit
This is my philosophy (Huh)
Di di di da di di di di
Di da de de
We can get you touch
If you in New York or L.A
Hard
Honor, code, loyalty
My ear to the streets
(You know)
I hear the chit chatter
Yeahhh
Uh, alrighty, all hail the almighty
Despite all of your false ID
Allergies that occupy the top
You're cream of the crops, all slightly
Light in the ass, I'm all lightning
Jab, jab, cross, jab, uppercut, jab, look
I'm all Brooklyn like Zabs Hook
My ab took money before rap
I was partnering with some bad crooks
Looking like your pops in the face
I had your dad shook
Shorty don't get popped
In the face or get that ass whooped
Grew up where crack cook
You typing on a apple
I'm from the rotten apple
Different vеrsion of how Max look
Extended clip, diesеl like Shaq foot
My rap book, saved a lot of niggas
From that pain I was giving out
That ten I was dishin' out
Not to crack fiends
I'm talking about the last scene
Where Kane was just spitting out
Looking up at Stacey
Now you gotta stay sit (Oh)
They say, "You keep playin' with fire
You burn"
Every time I play with fire
I acquired returns on my investment
And lessons you'll be dyin' to learn
Like don't sleep on dishonesty
And lying to earn
Every time I'm on a beat
I treat it like it's my turn
The verdicts out to your
Hearing's adjourned is firm
Put my life in these sentences
It's bars forever
I put scars together, regardless whoever
Your market is better
All you marks mark for death
When I mark up this paper
I'm grade A, accordin' to legends
That's markin' my paper
So when you act like you the best
That's awkward behavior
But don't call me the savior
I'm just awesomely favored
When you got rappin' power
You could take half a bar off
Like it's happy hour (Haha)
My chat devours half you cowards
Please don't pass me flowers
Till my casket's lowered
Or I'm ashes, here's a classic YAOWA
We use words like honor, code, loyalty
We use these words as the backbone
Of a life spent defending something (Yeah)
You use them as a punchline
I grew up where crip signs are threw up
They dressed like suicide bombers
Their clothes blew up (Get 'em)
My burner is the Star Trek enterprise
The hard tech energize
Lift your whole crew up
(Yo)
You cappin' like Kirk tho
Nigga where your work go?
Still passin' hoes, 'round the circle, no
One main bitch that'll murk yo
Ass is smashin' the purple turbo porsche
Going berserko (Stop)
Your body drop while I'm
Knockin' out some features
Going dumb in the booth like niggas droppin'
Outta English after sockin' out the teacher
I crocodile my sneakers
I'm flippin' policemen off with
Pac poppin' out
The speakers (Hail Mary)
I was that poor kid climbin' in your window
Fix me a bowl of cereal
Then I just stole your stereo
Sold that shit on imperial
Fuck with my old material
My bars bring death to your ears
(But you don't hear me tho)
Bust a cap 'cause I'm hardcore
Double back that's a encore
Couple mask in a duffel bag
And a hunnid racks in the car door
Long Beach over bags, niggas got colostomies
Striking up the gang tag
On million dollar property
Get hit with choppers properly
They spit with high velocity
Blast Master Chris shit
This is my philosophy (Huh)
Di di di da di di di di
Di da de de
We can get you touch
If you in New York or L.A
Hard
Honor, code, loyalty