Kumite Lyrics

Anytime they hear me rap they sit back and they listen

It's almost like I'm cooking crack and I'm back in the kitchen

Or I'm breaking down a pack in the trap and I'm pitching

I see the way that they react and relax when it hits them

Only thing you do is cap is it fact is it fiction

And they don't rap the way I rap cause they lack the precision

I'm dedicated to my craft like I practice religion

I pay contrition for my acts and

my past I'm forgiven

Now I'm dressed in all black with the tactical vision

Screw the suppressor on the strap and I'm slapping the clip in

When I aim this shit exact like a mathematician

I'm bout to split your ass in half like I mastered division

And I don't think these young cats really grasp what I'm spitting

They lack the wisdom to adapt now they trapped in the system

I'm just a savage on the loose and I match the description

I attack with conviction bitch I ain't asking permission

Its hard to find a fellow rhyming on this kind of level

No time to settle I shine you can't confine a rebel

I'm like a diamond bezel blinding like I'm grinding metal

Anytime you play with that fire you bound to find the devil

I'm monumental, I got credentials you non-essential

Inconsequential you simple you couldn't find the tempo

I'm kind of mental I'll slide this pencil inside your temple

Throw a molotov through your window they'll never find your dentals

Adjust your speakers let's pull up some bleachers

Pay attention class in session it's your trusted teacher

I'll scuff your sneakers, go to church then uppercut your preacher

Plus this shit I'm cooking up's enough to rupture beakers

Hunt and seek ya like the reaper

I'll pull up and sleep ya

Punch your femur out your leg then pick it up and beat ya

Bunch of Justin Bieber's acting like they'll come and see ya

Bitch I stuffed a freezer full of rappers I cut up with cleavers

Fucking divas, you a rat and I don't fuck with neither

The streets was asking for that crack and got that fucking ether I'm talking 25 a verse you don't get

nothing cheaper

Cause if you wack and want a feature I'm a fucking bleed ya

Just let that metronome go

Got that set the tone flow you need that methadone for

Still these rappers talking about I'm never gonna blow

Bitch I'll slap you across the earth with a telephone pole, let's go

You know I got a thang on me

Shit is hot in these streets

And they don't give a fuck what you think

They'll shoot first just like the police

You know I got a thang on me

Shit is hot in these streets

And they don't give a fuck what you think

They'll shoot first just like the police