I'ma let it breathe real quick, I got you though
I set tracks on fire, I'm an arsonist, used to ride with the flame, committing grand larceny
Used to serve North/South parking lot of the Varsity
If the city painted red, D.A.P. Da Vinci, articulating masterpieces, abstract sixteens
Been raw with the rap since 13, 46, still an underground king
Yeah, yeah, Bun B, cut the paper with the pen, make the white sheet bleed
Bend down, coming up now, levitating, got space from the concrete to my feet
No magician, just a genius with the thinking and I'm very persistent
Vietnamese, I'm like I'm Chinese, I've been in the trenches, but I kill them with the verbal, it's lyrical vengeance
Vocabulary necessary, check the printed edition, it's the book of definitions
Kill the game and leave a witness to explain how I did it, it's my very intention
I'm very ambitious, got a swag like static, cuz I broke the antenna
Million stories I could write about the city of Atlanta
But how to talk when your speech complex, how to talk when your speech complex
How to talk when your speech complex and your lines like Morse code rhymes in your intellect
Like a cold case crime unsolved, need a big fishnet, you wanna catch this crab
I'm just too hot, you need a oven-mitten on your hand grabbing on me
I'm the K-I-N-G, please, I ain't begging, get it confused if you want to
How to talk when your speech complex and your lines like Morse code rhymes in your intellect
Like a cold case crime unsolved, need a big fishnet, you wanna catch this crab
I'm just too hot, you need a oven-mitten on your hand grabbing on me
I'm the K-I-N-G, please, I ain't begging, get it confused if you want to
Like Bruno Maly, I'm a living legend
Rembrandt with a pen, I've been inking pictures like a faucet leaking
Got drip, got swag, that's acapella
Top boy definition, that's D-A-P
Been Atlanta, top notch, been that, that's Sir Mantana
Genie a chick, I make her poof, be gone
Can't save me, better let me just sit and get gone
You should listen, pay attention
Information critical, I'm psychologically cynical
Routine at the height of my pinnacle, like something out the cinema
Like a documentary of Styles P, of a gangsta and a gentleman
Yo boy, he was wildin
Young Thundercat, quick to let the auto clap with a geisha or a senorita on my lap
Dress code up and down like a light switch
Lights off, street apparel
Lights on, suit and tie like Clark Kent
All black like a Cherokee Bruce Wayne
Black Shelby convertible
Navigating through the streets of Spain
Fuego
Light a match for the track, bring gasoline for the cheddar
Contradicting my stamina
You want that Cartagena, you need that Bogota
Tranquilo way, I got a shipment coming in from Panama
No flex
How to talk when you speak complex
How to talk when you speak complex