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GOOD MORNIN’
VERSE:
You better brace yaself
This is the whack rap erasure
Grab ya bandages before the razors felt
My rhymes like a conveyor belt
They keep coming
Ya minds get raided
I'll leave a brotha stoned like David
My plan is ta leave a man standing like a mannequin
Ya niggahs played ya selves like a mandolin
Skits on a jam where the man speakin mandarin
I got jams like guns that can't blam
I been the man
Who's mans is this
That's what I asked y'all
This subpar shit is garbage
Please raise the bar
I don't condone it
So I send my condolence
As the rap game opponent
Bringing whole new components.
Raise it to the next exponent.
You peep the power struggle
I like stash my galick guns inside my tommy duffle
rock the 58 on my chest
Champion style
No need for a bullet proof vest
BLK|WAV.
My rhymes flaring
The beats blaring
I keep the shorties staring
One minute I'm nice the next I launch like marron.
When I Put the pressure to ya neck
Feel the heating from the tech
Nique that I speak
On beat
As I preach with a deeper intellect
Watch ya step kid!
HOOK:
Watch what side, watch what side, watch what side, watch what side you’re on
OUTRO:
So watch ya step kid
You never stepped inside these lands before
It’s best suggested that you take a detour
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SUPA COLD (FT. MISTER NOVELA)
*KZA VERSE:
The BLK|WAV leader
Overachiever
Watch me supersede ya
But you can't see me like I'm Sia
I proceed to seat ya
For the straitdrop theatre
I'm off the meter
The puppet master for you cousin skeeters
My mind on
Dale Earnhardt
Daytona 500
Forever racing so I stay blunted
As a youngin I was never scared
Riding round the block on my huffy
Hit up A-1 for quarter huggies
Forever rocking sweaters in the summer time
Anemic flows when I'm bearing my soul
I'm super cold
Like God, I know ya every move
I be ya body proxy
I make you rock from every joint I drop
You copy?
I rap about my black experience and ripping mics
Call me Son cause I'm a kleptomaniac for the light
Iight?
Peep the BLK| waves
My raps are bullets
When I spray they ricochet
From Rochester to Philadelphia
(Aye!)
I'm gone now
Born wild
Raw style
My seed'll inherit my wealth just like a Rothschild
I do the knowledge
Keep my eyes open for the false prophets
Hustle low with my brothers to pack my wallets
Are you
Ready to die like Christopher Wallace
Got on my own
Too cool for college
Educated in silence
No matter who the hottest
I be the dude who’s rhymes are super vibrant
To make you move like you electric sliding
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Disturbia
01:52
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DISTURBIA
VERSE:
Peal off a layer of skin
Turn into a super saiya-jin
I entered Beast mode
Computerized my haters I delete foes
Fuck all you niggahs
Put on my balaclava and I clobber guys
5 looking at me like why
Well let me verbalize
Rap murder
I didn’t want to but I have to hurt ya
Ya lease is up no freezing up because I’m bout to crash the server
KZA the mass disturber
Mr. Anderson
Godly coin fraises got me banking at the Vatican
Yo
My blade splits the wax
When my text hit the track
For all you niggahs that be spitting whack
Brratt!*
General Tao
I’ll KILL YOU
My minimal style
Approach a beat and I’ll be fragrantly foul
Fuck it
Coming for all the duckets
I ain’t a baller but I’m making buckets
99% overall
Kaytranada
The God of ice but still make it hotter
You realizing I’m the smarter friend
Buds wiser
Had to stack my chips and get low
Just like ya weed man
I stays with the dope
Release the beat and I’ll proceed with the smoke
Fornever you’ll see me choke
Ah, forreal Gawd?
Match me with a gundam wing style
Coming with steal arms
Still I’m
The untouchable
Never had to pull a mr hugstable
Cause the shorties say I’m lovable
It’s real now
Because I’m here now
It’s Lee
Lean back in yo silk lining sheets and sleep
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The Gate (Skit)
01:43
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NERF*
VERSE:
I never knew enough
School tried to screw us up
Mom did her best to keep me outta the streets
Watch the words you slur
Cause you are what you eat
I’ll chef a buffet
This verse is me preparing a feast
I’m too fly
My exp just increase
Gimme a loop and I’ll attack on repeat
I practice all that I speak
I’m Freddy Krueger
Cause I’m all in ya sleep
Ya Meek brain is a meal that I eat
As I turn ya dreams into nightmares
Alls fair in love and war
They love it when I give it to’em raw
I’ll leave the whole R in Awe
Hold it
I’ll leave ya whole brain scolded
From the fire I spit
Y’all niggahs know I keep it lava lit
My whole life is a fire pit
Dwelling in hell but I’m heaven sent
My pens loose cause I’m hella bent
Sipping Moët
Till it’s no stress
Flees on my skin
But I never tick like a Rolex
Back from the dead
I’m the Son mijo
The glitch in the matrix
I’m the one mijo
Frieza
Hacé frio when I flow hoe
Not a blood but all I see is rojo
Ask Ishmael
Used to only grind for the dryer sheet smell
Now I’m grinding for the flyest retail
Tell’em fuck you pay me
Y’all niggahs is played and so fugazi
Please stay the fuck away from me
CHORUS/HOOK:
It’s time to eat those words
That you were saying before
Odd formed against me
Time to even the score
Better leave me alone
Before I come at ya head
Don’t push me
Because I’m close to the edge
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BELLS*
VERSE:
Swag on drip
Don’t sip on lean
Slash then I dash for the blue and green
Life itself ain’t what it seems
I’ve been seeing stranger things
Fresh like Andre 3 stacks
Bringing that billy jean back
Making yo shawty scream facts
Making ya whole team lean back
I need a money advance true
Please do not copy my dance moves
KZA why are you so damn rude
You know I don’t give a damn fool
Apologies out to my fans yup
I had to stack up my bands yup
Y’all know that I’m still the man yup
These niggahs is still on my glands yuck
Hop off
Pop off
You don’t want no stupid shit to pop off
Now that I’m around you get lock jaw
Niggahs try me and get knocked off
Little flame niggah
Youre a match stroke
You don’t get no more daps bro
You bout as lame as fat joke
Brap brap brap!
That’s a black joke
On my
Momma
Paula
Gina
I keep it
Water
Aquafina
I’m fly defying gravity
My rhyme destroy ya faculty
You do not want to battle me
You’ll become as dead as me
Cotton candy sweetened gold
Lemme see that money flow
Drop it for a playa hoe
I know I can’t hold you though
Remanence of Obama’s nation
Coming with that father flow
Stepping to the Gawd
I will turn you to a martyr bro
That’s a harsh reality
Come here niggah
Fatality
I killed the beat
A casualty of war
Like Niels bore I shine bright
Ultra death beams
Aiming at ya whole team
Y’all on Michael Jackson lean
Cause I put in work
HOOK:
That Real labor makes real paper
I ain’t never take kindly to pay cuts
That’s why I grind for a better looking pay stub
So never intervene between me and my paper
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Deaded
03:26
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DEADED*
VERSE 1:
Torn demented
Sword relentless
Sworn since I was borne
The form cause redemption
For the pension
I pen shit iller than gastric bypass
You niggahs is ass eating with all the gas you speaking
I’m weak
Knee slapping
I’m causing you sleep apnea
More woke than an ankh with no eye lids when I’m rapping
4 eyed muy Thai fluoride spitter
You pest all ready know that imma killa
The IceGawd KZA
Knowledge ZigZagZig Allah
Education reigns over all
Spring summer fall
I encompass the world with the coldest winter
Flipped all my L’s upside down bro
I’m a winner
7
The architect
Bro I’m hard to catch
I’m far fetched
Touching me
That’s a long stretch
Arms strong
No bench press
You can get pressed
This flows fresh squeezed
Watch me flex my guns
What up thun
You know I’m the son
Shining like resurrection
Hubris flows
Y’all my reflection
So much of me when I see you
Correction
Cross me and I’ll see you in the icu
Destined
Implore you with the blessing of my penscapes
Been great
KZA no crook
Getcha shit straight
May’ve forgot that I slowed down for you to catch up
Musta got lost in the sauce on the way up
HOOK:
Deaded, Deaded. Deaded.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
Deaded, Deaded. Dead!
No more light in ya eyes, niggah!
VERSE 2:
Rage the stage when I pull up
The party viber
Ironic the icegawd be the one to spit the lava
Then leave the place smokin like the ganja
The reaper for hire I release the heat from my cerebral to remind ya I'm the
One not to be fucked wit
Ya whole clique is reluctant to mines
We been killing shit
You kids should kick the bucket.
From by way of the dungeons
I'm riding with my brothas
Mobbin'
Young fly and colored
Ain't no room for bustas
Exiled
You niggahs kinda hatin
I can see ya faces
I lost the virtue of patience
I got no time to waste
I gotta stack this cake and dip to Africa
The way these cops is clapping us
Initiating the eradication
Situations I'm facing
Crown me king in the making
You niggahs flaking like dandruff
The party's under ransom
Putcha hands up
Duck taped and handcuffed
I'm off the wall like Michael Jackson in vans bruh
You niggahs xaned up
Doped out
Rambunctious
I be the heaven sent angle to leave you dusted
Skrt in the blue Malibu wit a few true day ones looking like who the fuck are you
Black Bart Simpson
Sons not a simp
Nothin changed but the color of the paint on my whip
Switch lanes then I dip
Riding through my city
Died on the east side
But I rise If you feel me
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Kick It (New Love)
03:33
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KICK IT (NEW LOVE)
VERSE 1 :
Kicking beats
Spitting Ill freestyles
You was feeling the sounds
Peeped ya smile
I was digging your style
I saw you
Light up the room
Witcha friends gettin down
I ain’t have this feeling here in a while
I’m buggin out
Even though I ain’t have sex in while
If you would hit me up
I swertgawd I’ll put it down for rounds
I’m crushing
I had you blushing when I told you my name
no game
Gave you my phone in hopes that you’d do the same
I’m nervous
Now we both in the car swerving
To the beach
Conversations bout ya life purpose
Damn
An intellectual spark
Spirituality talk
Subconsciously you knew the way to my heart
Hold it!
I’m Looking at you like my Fantasy girl
Ain’t claiming you to be my shawty ‘less you plan to be girl
What is it?
We hangin out
Been on dates mad times
And I can’t get you outta mind
If I were yours and you were mine
CHORUS:
I just wanna get closer to you, girl
And maybe we can go all the way this time around
I just wanted you to know
That I am falling in love with you, girl, so..
HOOK:
Stop plying so we can kick it
It my line baby what is it
We both feeling the same
My number never changed
Hit my line baby what is it
VERSE 2:
It hit me unexpectedly
Mind ripping through words to rhymes to make you hear me like telepathy
Hoping you feel me like popping ecstasy
When you're gone
I'm wishing you were next to me
Check me in songs
My mind drift to when you rocking ya thong
Titties out
Taking rips from ya bong
And from that moment on
I knew that you was rocking with me
I ain't smoke but I still cop ya sticky
For you I'd blast the blicky
You would inspire me to spit harder
Slam dunking in that pussy like I'm Vince carter
What
Fresher than Poland water
Girl I'm ready for you to have my daughter
Correct the wrong shit I did and let's start a
Family and stop living a fantasy world
Contradictions cause you know you are my fantasy girl
what is it
Falling in love got me legally blind
Divine intuitions saying it's time
Now that I’m yours and you're mine
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BANCFIRST
CHORUS:
Guess who’s running it
Middle finger to the law and niggahs thinking they running it
You niggahs can’t stomach this
You niggahs ain’t running shit
You niggahs is going down down down
Down
VERSE 1:
I’m on a search for equity
Money flowing like the Genesee River
Money make the shawty knees quiver
I’m back
From a slumber till my bank account is phat like farm
Move out the way I mean to cause you no harm
You want beef I want leathers dawg
We ain’t thinking bout the same thing
You must be out your fucking sane brain
Thinking we kin
I got no time for that
KZA stay woke like a red bone insomniac
HOLLABACK
I’m on a mission
In a hoopty but my chain glistening
Loud music gotcha dame listening
My mind frame different
Time shifting I gotta make a move
Obliged to make you groove
Breaking the rules till my bank...
HOOK:
Cause we all want the money
What’chu tryna do
Cause we all want the money
What’chu tryna do for yours
(CHORUS)
VERSE 2:
Youngins
Protect ya formula
Never let ya drip drop too much
I’m warning ya
Niggahs swagger jacking and reaching
Well I’m the black jack reacher
Posing a threat to anybody speaking ILL on my name
To keep it frank
You flow oceans filled Novocain
Nobody feel ya shit
And I’m not hearing it
I’m more enticing
Enlightening on the ear
You more like mike Tyson
Bitting what you hear
(What)
My speakers more loud than rifkin in 95’
Speeding on 390 with my bride
Like forget those guys
Fuck whatchu thought
Currencies inside the heart
This was all about the art from the start
Flower City get the money!
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