Malevolence ft. Tragedy Khadafi Lyrics

Ah! You hard?

Many would call if you were chosen

Woah you hard?

Chose my self

Ah, Monster the mogul

Word, Tragedy the triumph

Factual, Ye, talk to em, ye

Still gorilla titans

Uh, Yo, Yo, Yo

My penmanship, is the greatest a revolution is

Judge, jury, an executionist, law enforcement of lucifers

Name on the list, see who my students is

Never old school i'm true school, respectfully

Don't respect dudes who get it confused and don't respect rules

Lift your body outta those dior shoes

Keep the cartier on, no time off, like air

Can't see me, but know that I'm there, sublime boss

I ain't even touch my zenith believe it the night's still young

Khadaf number 1 dah dah

Golden era assassin

Terrorist I murder tracks in a cold fashion

Gorilla and feds go to war till the last hour drops

Don't need your roses, Khadafi stick up the whole flower shop

Can't trust y'all nigga's, reptilians you on the plot

Cameras everywhere, and cereal boxes, flower pots

To find the round table blood spoil my lancelot

Nigerian, blood carribean, mixed with Aruwai Never fuck tomorrow, cause basically now is all I got

The overlord prime minister baron you can't fuck wit em'

Khadaf elevate it like bolts of lightnin' had strucken em'

Out of this world flow, like aliens had abducted em'

He spit advanced high power sling I call valiant Like a semi-auto that squeezing the metal fragments in

Now and then you keep it hundred, I keep it more than a hundred racks

All the way green berry say less and that's an artifact

Yea

That's an artifact

That's an artifact

Look

Look

Listen

Well since I'm on the way up I should cut off ties with them

Because they following my path, they do what I'm doing

Mofuckers, I can't even believe I used to ride with them

They so far behind me, shit I'm on the rise

I show them their demise

I got evil in disguise

Malevolence is in my blood, unless you tryna die

I'd advise to back up just a couple hundred feet

While you been kissing on my ring, lil bitch I'm gonna kiss the sky

Damn It's been so long since I doubted myself

Wonder where they'd be if they ain't never had my help

And by my help I just mean copying my shit for they wealth

Cause they unmotivated, lazy, fuckin stuck in they shell

So how the fuck is you gon' say that you a rapper

I'm offended by that title, that's just disrespect to me

While I been hustling, putting work in, looking dapper

And you just fester fuckin idle you look short right next to me

I'm an egocentric asshole to people I ain't messing with

Sorry that's a flaw of mine, but you ain't seen the best of it

I feel like a god sometimes, I'm re-writing testament

Patience is a virtue, and they done stole the rest of it

I Mobb Deep in the sheets of my own poetry

Like I said before my English class was like a joke to me

Poke the beast, and you gon' see what all that study showed to me

You toast, I'm Becel, you can't stick a poke at me

Or poke a stick, I'm stuck on an island that's filled with hopeless dicks

I'm roped into they category, that ain't what I'm supposed to get

I'm supposed to get a million different millions from a show or setlist

I just ain't been noticed, when I am they gon' know who the best is

Well since I'm on the way up I should cut off ties with them

Because they following my path, they do what I'm doing

Mofuckers, I can't even believe I used to ride with them

They so far behind me, shit I'm on the rise

I show them their demise

I got evil in disguise

Malevolence is in my blood, unless you tryna die

I'd advise to back up just a couple hundred feet

While you been kissing on my ring, lil bitch I'm gonna kiss the sky

If I drop a song, they drop a song, they copying my style

If I post a pic, they post a pic, but they don't have my smile

They don't do it like the kid, we don't support eachothers sounds

Maybe that's why we so far behind this music business now

I ain't sorry that I'm honest in my penmanship

But It's

Such a tragedy that they gon' get offended quick

Oh you think you hard don't you? You ain't seen the messages

You're in your little niche, copying other rappers and It's depressing shit

So give it up (up) you ain't been fooling nobody

Make some room for those who look at this like more than a hobby

Hang up the gloves, stop fighting it cause you ain't got it

And you ain't Rocky, you just copy, you ain't gang, and you ain't bout it

Just stop playing, a jester in my kingdom you are

You see there is a hierarchy in deliverers of bars

And bitch you bottom barrel, I just had some whiskey in a jar

Bout the same age as your ass, the irony's above par