Kevin King - Fall Lyrics

Some are born with silver spoons in they mouth
I was born without a house in the X, that's the south
And your mouth, might get fixed to say some slick shit
But please know we known for fights and clips as shit we swift with
Its story time I sound like Slick Rick
But the animals get mad at you and emotions turn tangible
Then I hope your calves could move or a fully automatic is getting empty out and taking half of you
But don't hold your nose this is how this goes
About a million faces in this place is what we call home
So let me tell you who I am, the mind behind it all
The hardest emcee to drop like leaves in the fall
So many have prayed for my demise but what they find is I'm so ahead of my time
Their last thought is my first
Even me running in reverse, you wouldn't ever catch up before collapsing in the dirt
Swerve, I often sit in the dark with anxiety as a higher me paints pictures with words
I feel my eyes twitch and I switch
Back to a time where pettier crimes had my man's kid hostage
He called me on the phone like "I know you never home and I don't know what you can do but I just don't wanna be alone
But I wasn't home, and back then unless MetroPCS I couldn't carry a phone
So he was alone and shit if I'd picked up he might be here today
The way I was raised taught me you weak if you let emotions in the way
Is that verified by his suicide? I'll let you decide
But back to my story, can't nobody tell it for me
Outside you'll find it always smells like piss
And if you was rich you always had prada's and the new sidekick
Or the Pelle Pelle leather
Hot in the summer but it was hitting in December
No haircuts when you broke you feel broken
Asking mom why the fruit loops taste like roach shit
No shit, you had to own a black suit to live how I do
Every year a funeral, convince yourself that they not like you
So you keep doing bad shit, hoping that you make it out
You on your knees asking, I came from that, what is rapping?

Wanna dance, hit the floor
Raised of the grams and the cans of the coors
And my hands is the law
What's the chance you advance when the land made of straw
Wanna dance, hit the floor
Raised of the grams and the cans of the coors
And my hands is the law
What's the chance you advance when the land made of straw
Fall