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Straitdrop MAGAZINE

by KZA K' Lee

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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
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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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
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) 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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released September 15, 2018

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