Vic Santoro - King Kong текст песни

King Kong on the mic
Shell any beat, yeah, they call me the GOAT
Walk in the room like Styles
Tearing it down, you should call me the Ghost
Made a lot of rappers go sleep
Right now it’s peak like call me a coach
They might as well crawl in a hole
You might as well call me the roads
I was letting it spray from early
And I heard a couple man wan' burn me They ain’t calling my phone
They’re messaging me on the net, that’s nerdy
Your whole team’s soft
Trust, fam, you don’t wanna wear that jersey
I think another drink might turn me Treat other MCs like vermin
Test me, you’ll never pass that theory
One-way traffic, I’m about that, scary
And I’m really wanted with a gang that’s certi
Can’t tell me words, I will mash that early
I was running with wolves
Rally on deck, used to park that near me We was up in the woods
Testing it out in the park that’s near me I ain’t heard another guy that’s colder
As a young G, I used to slap that older
Me and my man don’t chat, he’s a doughnut
Bro got life, broke my heart, that’s torn up So free up the Gs You ain’t seen bags that’s filled up with Ps Or seen straps that’s filled up with teeth
Thinking he’s game so you’re filled up with leaks
But the realness is though, yeah
What it is now, boom
People get their self through a little door
They get their self up there
And they forget the people that got them there
You get what I’m saying, yeah?
You can’t ever forget the people that built this ting
Go back, it’s foundation, init
People need to know what time it is See where man’s coming from, init, yeah?
Go and check out the shit, yeah? Open link
Shutdown entertainment
You know what time it is, yeah?
I do late night bleach
Fist fight, pick him off with power and reach
Nearly missed the corner, handbrake screech
Jumped out on 'em, had 'em running up the high street
Laugh when youts try and talk 'bout greaze
Washed up olders with no Ps Or new age youngers that been spoon feed
Soon as they bleed, they’re talking to the feds
Salute to my G 'cause he held that ten
Talk about early? You weren’t round back then
I was raised in the school of the gunman trend
Can’t find him? Then I go and bun man’s friend
Started with a half, then I got the Z, no Rem
Shop was open late, they was coming back again
Dem man scope and hate but it’s only pretend
Wish they were real just like the item ting dere
Can’t wait fi bite them
ACE Merky will mash up your clart like Ace Lightning
Night night then, Fright Night 10
I was in cold bath, they was dropping push bikes
Like they didn’t like them
Trainer soles and headbacks on show
I make man cut out all the hype then
I moved more grub back when I liked them
But business ain’t shit if you ain’t riding
Man are hungry
And I’m tryna get the same ting as Bundi
Belly for the tummy, gym bag get fill up If not, big darg, make brains spill up Hear it, test it, spill out
Ps and my bros, fuck a gyal, that’s skin out
Man touch dust, we put a stick in and we bill out
Ain’t no Family Tree without me, M and Faze
Man tried stab me, I’ve still got the graze
I caught his bro and made him feel his pain
I ain’t playing
Touch Bryce, you’ll get slayed
Changed your name to protect the game
Tizzy Gang, we don’t need no fame
Cuh we’re in our own lane
Run it up, you must be mad in your membrane
Yeah? And bare of these man out here need to stop gassing up the little kids
Yeah? Straight
We need to show them something more constructive, init
Show them how to read them books, init
Learn them legal figures
Show them how to go and get this real money
But anyway, back to it, yeah?
Free my niggas up in the pen
Free Toner, free Uncle Shell, free Rem
Soon your time, my bruddas
Yeah? Alright