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Killuminati Lyrics


Joey Badass Killuminati


(Verse)
I'm at peace with these flows
Two birds, one stone,
Go get geese when trees roll
They say I'm evil
'Cause I trained my ego
To see goal
See no seaguls
Couldn't see these goals
Please
It's the return of the beast coast
No cash last, but the cheese still
Make T show,
You cold neddle
It's how you move on the stream
What you tryin' to be feedo
When there's rules to this shit
Don't get glad now hate feels bitter
Our lips chat, better watch
Mr. nice watch, don't risk that
I got a six pack of bee skill
That I spill like that
And everybody know
(That shit crazy)
Y'all n..er so spooky
Down to my low toe key
The type that drive the soap
When you soaking in front of most men
And makes sense why you want beef
With this frozen
It's less for you school in the tool
You can't hold 'em
But you shoot yourself likes a colt
Because I'm next to go to the progressive flow
From New York to New Mexico
I live with cool spanish,
What the fans is demanding
'Cause everytime I box it
That's exactly what you stand in
Ain't no half stepping around me
And you got to drown the fish
Before you crown me the young
Cop killer, I'm that ill
So that will ya give me 2 shots
For 2Pac killer

(Verse)
So search into my flows of perfect
I ain't trying to be a slave
To grow old from working
Sorry badass you lucky that I peep'd a second
Tell 'em n..ers keep it stepping when they beat
selection
Check the melodies, it's so heavenly
That shit to get your hips to move with no '70s
Or the opium cannot bust a lili quiz
Got that shit mixed and mastered
Both remedies
Grab a spoon for we sturving up a pot
And you know we got to serve while it's hot
I'm flowing like a volcano and dripping verses off the
top
Dirty cops still sweeving on the block
Looking for black kids that's spitting up acid
It's in my geenes, don't worry where my pants is
Get with the script,'cause I don't give a shit
And they bound to get sick of this quick
But I ain't selling my lips
It's the shiff
I know you fill it man
We blowing up like a ceiling fan
Dropping off jewels like killer cams
Man when it comes to kicking verses
I'm Mr. Van Damme
Cross your stirp if you miss the jam
So throw up both hands if you can't
Ironic how I'm killing this shit
Until they bury me
My value is going up with logevity
Stupid



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