A1 the Chozen - Karl Malone Lyrics

I was slangin' piff or that mash up, y'all ain't tryna' clash up
Remain at the top and I just moved another class up
Never waited for em' no opportunities passed up
If we talkin' fast bucks, hoodie, gloved or I'm masked up
No doubt I'm fly, no turbulence
You might survive the wrath but understand the damage will be permanent
Desperado shit, guitar case wit' no instruments
Segregated for power they think I'm a white supremacist
Diamonds, I'mma' splurge, I was workin' the curb
When you was at ya' moms house still workin' her nerves
Now I really emerged, now I'm back on a purge
Like the Vegas massacre except I did it wit' words
Anointed me a king and I transformed to a God
Yellow stones on the wrist, look like corn on a cob
I'm like the late great, take the game the way Pun intended
Lyrically punish ya' and thas' no pun intended
It got frantic, everybody should panic
Leave a nigga body floatin' in the Atlantic
I'll tell you now, I'm not the one niggas' should try and dance wit'
Now I'm goin' harder this time wit' no enhancement

One for the money, two for the show, three for you niggas' tryin' to take me out the zone
Four is for the work, five for the crome, deliver every time, MVP like Malone
Wait a minute, I'm the mother f*ckin' postman
Wait a minute, I'm the mother f*ckin' postman
Wait a minute, I'm the mother f*ckin' postman
Wait a minute, I'm the mother f*ckin' postman

Me, I'm tryin' to rise em' up, ain't no need to size you up
All eyes on me, means that all that their eyes are up
Run up in ya' mother f*ckin' crib and hog tie you up
Down a few years, came back, already tied it up
A' will shit all over you niggas, I guess my fibers up
You versus me, I'm f*ckin' ya' plus-minus up
World full of snakes, fakes, frauds, but thas' minus us
Don't make me pop up in ya' hood, I got that Midas touch
Sleepin' on my team but now, y'all woke a lion up
Bears, wolves, gorillas, and apes, even the tigers up
You can catch a fade right quick after I line you up
Heat seepin' out of my pores, y'all got em' fired up
I'm the greatest rapper alive, I'm pretty bias but
If you think you want it wit me, go head' and try your luck
Y'all can see I'm outta' the rough, just from the diamond cut
Wrath of a titan my nigga and I'm Goliath cut

One for the money, two for the show, three for you niggas' tryin' to take me out the zone
Four is for the work, five for the crome, deliver every time, MVP like Malone
Wait a minute, I'm the mother f*ckin' postman
Wait a minute, I'm the mother f*ckin' postman
Wait a minute, I'm the mother f*ckin' postman
Wait a minute, I'm the mother f*ckin' postman