BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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False Spectaclez
- //Verse 1 KeyJ//
- I knew ever since I conceptualized my first bars
- I was destined for my eventual rise, the first star
- To be truly immersed, way deeper in the game than y'all
- Too engaged in drama, but you act like you ain't phased at all
- But the jig is up, I carried 9s 'fore I had the digits up
- The pad is mine, y'all just went through my pockets and picked it up
- And ain't know what to do with it, so they went and screwed with it
- These new cats got egos, I like that, but who's is this?
- Mine, motherfuckers better show respect
- You catch two black eyes like slave owners, with ya collarbone and neck
- Broken, get a cleaver stuck in your chin cleft
- A big one, black Amiri hoodie, I been death
- I hope you know I'm worthy competition
- It's friends dissing friends, some friends I oughta be dissing
- But when I'm caught in positions like these, I always listen
- To my gut, and my gut says hold our position, Keys
- //Verse 2 PK13//
- In the end, the storm inevitable.
- And after all, with self discipline I'm despicable.
- Willing to get y'all punishable, you're perishable.
- Actin' as ventriloquist at weddings, my self interest, I ain't marriageable.
- It's a miracle of infinite ritual,
- a young buck come from a love touched home
- Snortin' snow on shows, and bounce like boat,
- You said you'll come at me? Don't.
- Turn a nigga to a freak show, Bambi dreams, ho
- I'm fancy free, I carry the antifreeze
- Like walt Disney, fly high like Valkyrie
- But gravity's impossible for avidly activities
- I'm on a winning streak to within reach the extreme city, cut in like skin deep
- The wildest dreams happen lightning speed
- I appear stylishly, in the societies, invitingly
- Im blindingly, and strikingly murdering at falcon flying speed.
- //Verse 4 Day1//
- I do this
- Spinning around, hit u with a typhoon kick
- X Factor a bitch none of them guys do shit
- Bunch of white dudes, got all of they haiku wit
- Nothin to follow through on like "I might do this"
- Coh a bitch
- Slam you up and down like a broken switch
- My gun sound different, its a social shift
- When the flash went off, yall niggas posed for pics
- I was like, what typa ho is this
- You got caught in the lens like a motion pic
- //Verse 5 KO Doomzday//
- My verses transport across universes that's unheard of
- The nuns in unison see dosages of ex tri vaganzas
- In stanzas we take chances, not takin' damage
- You makin' burger music for wealthy folks, that ain't a healthy sandwich
- We ridin' boats and sellin' notes, Beethoven got rebranded
- They chanting the same bullshit, like stadiums go Brandon
- We say the same codes landin' a chain gang so random
- We spittin' like magicians in a schism that's goin' schizophrenic
- But in the way that we livin', we all different
- So why season your beef with burnt chickens?
- A slippery slope they gon' say is goin' down any minute
- A manuscript of manifestations just turned written
- You spreadin' blasphemy about the Holy Spirit, that's unforgiven
- Take your dumbass off of this site and get a gym membership
- To all my followers, keep winnin' and stay livin'
- Nobody gonna bring you down unless you let them in, in
- //Verse 6 Jonahh//
- came in cold like a coltrane note held past the comfortable
- the underground mistook my silence for somebody surmountable
- rosetta stone couldnt decode the dialect im accountable
- for building every syllable a brick in something unconquerable
- split the atom of the argument they thought was indivisible
- rothko painted whole emotions without making it legible
- thats the approach, the feeling hits before its even eligible
- for analysis, the impact lands before the source is visible
- I move like the FS, every bar finna be the sum
- of everything preceding it, the math becomes the outcome
- kassan' had the truth and nobody believed it would come
- same energy, I spoke it first, the crowd caught up to some
- ran the table like a ronnie o'sullivan maximum break
- unhurried, every angle preordained opaque
- these rappers swing at depths of hell while im mapping out the earthquake
- before it registers, already writing bars about the aftermaths landscape
- dropped in like a citation nobody expected in the margin
- the footnote that rewrote the thesis, blew apart the bargain
- every veteran had established, jonah in the garden
- and unlike the prophet I aint running, standing in carthage, hardened
- //Verse 7 Kalligraphy//
- The K Clique picked me up inside of their whip
- Transporting me from Albuquerque to the 6
- They pulled up an hour early I had to rush quick
- Had the Mexican Posse on my ass for my bricks
- They opened the doors and closed it then dipped
- They ask me “what you sweating for, huh Kalli?”
- “The cartel’s been chasin’ me all the way from Cali”
- I sat in the black leather seats of the red jeep
- Looked to my left to see 2 men I’ve never seen
- Key said to me “we picked them from Long Beach
- The one up front is Jonahh, he packs a toaster
- The other is PK, his smack talk his vulgar”
- I greeted them both and say Day1 in the back
- Dapped him too, blasted tunes, the beats smacked
- We look in the review and see a rival crew rollin’ up
- Spat lyrical warfare at em, then their car exploded, fuck
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