No Tom Foolery
Don't rock jewelry
So hot, you could see the stove-top cooling me off
Y'all all talk, no thought, stupid
Even your hardest bars go soft upon scrutiny
A few released but spitting dope's not new to me
Nowadays I don't even talk shit usually but
If you the Boss, then consider this a mutiny
And I'll happily be the MC at your eulogy
Like Rest In Peace hypothetical rapper
I'm sorry your career had to end in disaster
But you claimed to be the best, which made me contest
Right after a fit of uncontrollable laughter
I hit the stage and grabbed the mic
Over Bone's homegrown beats, rapping tight
Fresh, clean, guaranteed to satisfy
Any appetite, like magic
I ain't been around the world, but I've been around the block
Seen a lot of fools mistake lies for hip hop
And I've done enough shows to know how to rock
Put the crowd into shock cause my flows don't stop
When I'm on fire
The type of flame make you wanna Photoshop my name on your flyer
It goes K to the S emcee for hire
Cop a ticket plus a EP just to keep me from retiring
Product of environment
Hotboy better call the fireman
Wack emcees rapping after me perspiring
In spaghetti covered sweaters like we up in 8 mile
While I'm smiling, laughing, having a good time
Inspiring cats that wish they could rhyme
First couple steps out of a billion
Believe me when I tell you this is just the beginning
KS Joel, master of the ceremony
Kind Soul, but I'll hack it up to any phony
Rappers in my territory, acting like they spit great
Kids make mistakes when they thinking they can step before me
I came to take the praise and collect the glory
From the supposedly dopest motherf*ckers at your set performing
Apologies to y'all MCs watching me probably thinking I'm being cocky but dude honestly
Not to be rude, but the opposite of you
Would be constantly improving hip hop music
Stop what you're doing
Rocking these wanna be popular tunes is an obvious ruse to reduce loss of approval
But it's certainly not gonna stop this crew
From knocking thru your "Do Not Disturb"
Tossing you and all your garbage tunes to the curb
Stomping fools with the words
Haunting dudes till there's nothing y'all can do
But watch Plot, Mot, and me pop you a new one
Dropping knowledge like it's hotter than sriracha in the June sun
Keep it Proper we monopolize the groove
120% gotta be the truth if I spit it in the mic
Paid dues now we chilling in light, still making moves
Keep em hidden in plain sight
Better buckle up cause we bout to take flight
Aight, peace
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No Tom Foolery
Don't rock jewelry
So hot, you could see the stove-top cooling me off
Y'all all talk, no thought, stupid
Even your hardest bars go soft upon scrutiny
A few released but spitting dope's not new to me
Nowadays I don't even talk shit usually but
If you the Boss, then consider this a mutiny
And I'll happily be the MC at your eulogy
Like Rest In Peace hypothetical rapper
I'm sorry your career had to end in disaster
But you claimed to be the best, which made me contest
Right after a fit of uncontrollable laughter
I hit the stage and grabbed the mic
Over Bone's homegrown beats, rapping tight
Fresh, clean, guaranteed to satisfy
Any appetite, like magic
I ain't been around the world, but I've been around the block
Seen a lot of fools mistake lies for hip hop
And I've done enough shows to know how to rock
Put the crowd into shock cause my flows don't stop
When I'm on fire
The type of flame make you wanna Photoshop my name on your flyer
It goes K to the S emcee for hire
Cop a ticket plus a EP just to keep me from retiring
Product of environment
Hotboy better call the fireman
Wack emcees rapping after me perspiring
In spaghetti covered sweaters like we up in 8 mile
While I'm smiling, laughing, having a good time
Inspiring cats that wish they could rhyme
First couple steps out of a billion
Believe me when I tell you this is just the beginning
KS Joel, master of the ceremony
Kind Soul, but I'll hack it up to any phony
Rappers in my territory, acting like they spit great
Kids make mistakes when they thinking they can step before me
I came to take the praise and collect the glory
From the supposedly dopest motherf*ckers at your set performing
Apologies to y'all MCs watching me probably thinking I'm being cocky but dude honestly
Not to be rude, but the opposite of you
Would be constantly improving hip hop music
Stop what you're doing
Rocking these wanna be popular tunes is an obvious ruse to reduce loss of approval
But it's certainly not gonna stop this crew
From knocking thru your "Do Not Disturb"
Tossing you and all your garbage tunes to the curb
Stomping fools with the words
Haunting dudes till there's nothing y'all can do
But watch Plot, Mot, and me pop you a new one
Dropping knowledge like it's hotter than sriracha in the June sun
Keep it Proper we monopolize the groove
120% gotta be the truth if I spit it in the mic
Paid dues now we chilling in light, still making moves
Keep em hidden in plain sight
Better buckle up cause we bout to take flight
Aight, peace
Don't rock jewelry
So hot, you could see the stove-top cooling me off
Y'all all talk, no thought, stupid
Even your hardest bars go soft upon scrutiny
A few released but spitting dope's not new to me
Nowadays I don't even talk shit usually but
If you the Boss, then consider this a mutiny
And I'll happily be the MC at your eulogy
Like Rest In Peace hypothetical rapper
I'm sorry your career had to end in disaster
But you claimed to be the best, which made me contest
Right after a fit of uncontrollable laughter
I hit the stage and grabbed the mic
Over Bone's homegrown beats, rapping tight
Fresh, clean, guaranteed to satisfy
Any appetite, like magic
I ain't been around the world, but I've been around the block
Seen a lot of fools mistake lies for hip hop
And I've done enough shows to know how to rock
Put the crowd into shock cause my flows don't stop
When I'm on fire
The type of flame make you wanna Photoshop my name on your flyer
It goes K to the S emcee for hire
Cop a ticket plus a EP just to keep me from retiring
Product of environment
Hotboy better call the fireman
Wack emcees rapping after me perspiring
In spaghetti covered sweaters like we up in 8 mile
While I'm smiling, laughing, having a good time
Inspiring cats that wish they could rhyme
First couple steps out of a billion
Believe me when I tell you this is just the beginning
KS Joel, master of the ceremony
Kind Soul, but I'll hack it up to any phony
Rappers in my territory, acting like they spit great
Kids make mistakes when they thinking they can step before me
I came to take the praise and collect the glory
From the supposedly dopest motherf*ckers at your set performing
Apologies to y'all MCs watching me probably thinking I'm being cocky but dude honestly
Not to be rude, but the opposite of you
Would be constantly improving hip hop music
Stop what you're doing
Rocking these wanna be popular tunes is an obvious ruse to reduce loss of approval
But it's certainly not gonna stop this crew
From knocking thru your "Do Not Disturb"
Tossing you and all your garbage tunes to the curb
Stomping fools with the words
Haunting dudes till there's nothing y'all can do
But watch Plot, Mot, and me pop you a new one
Dropping knowledge like it's hotter than sriracha in the June sun
Keep it Proper we monopolize the groove
120% gotta be the truth if I spit it in the mic
Paid dues now we chilling in light, still making moves
Keep em hidden in plain sight
Better buckle up cause we bout to take flight
Aight, peace
Writer: KS Joel
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