Thiago - Kon Algo lyrics

I'ma just be doing me, producing frees, sicker than a mucus sneeze Proud of what I grew to be, US, yellow blue and green I paint a picture, isn't perfect, only few can see A true MC, no truancy to get the crowd to move their feet UNC blue, these smurfs are see-through The way they choking and the way they frozen like a igloo Like he's too cold, if they step, I'll make their feet glued Dweeb goons, I've been writing poetry since preschool Hatsune Miku, FL Stud beats, too 70 in fact, don't use them cus I don't need to And they're not up to par, this 90's stuff is hard It's like I chug a cup of tar before I chuck these bars A lucky charm from a renaissance-y leprechaun Like every song he's mentioned on is many wrong, my head is strong I'm hard-headed, my bars menacingly shard-shred I'm card-betting that I'm better than your favorite tard repping I mark sections of the planet that I dominated Stanzas that they modulated, autotune and populated Ago F. Baby, F is for f** no Kicking a** so much, I went and got a stubbed toe And now they're yelling uncle It's the d-o-r-k, my beats and bars stay On point, my voice is what they're hearing all day And if you're leaving harm's way, then chances are you're hiding I climbed the beanstalk, started battling the giant I'm a lion with a heart of gold, fire at a carnival

Traveled up to Narnia, be miring the Chronicles Monocle and a mustache, keep it cla**y Sike, I'm a f**ing slob, so freaking nasty My physique was fatty, a face of grease and acne Regardless, I still got your goddess girl peeping at me Every since I started rapping, nothing's changed Just that now, people remember my f**ing name I got a buck of change, a bit of luck and fame And a Rubbermaid stuffed with phrases that'll bust they brains Come and stay for the main event It's the Wake kid that still gets paid in cents It ain't goodbye without a faretheewell Bout time, been dying to leave this carousel Mary Bell state of mind with Brown Howes and caramels Wish you could see how my spirit's merest larynx felt Melt, when Lotus flies to Los Angie With Willy Wonka and Charlie Brown to frost candies Pokemoning versus wild Rick Ross stampedes Yankee won't admit, but this sh** isn't all dandy I'm rather honorable, improv is methodical Pulling out hair follicles, Mike Vicking Bionicles Looking quite spiffy with a collar pulled and monocle And yes, I make sense b**h, a whole f**ing dollar full Follow the leader with the solubles, syllables I'm on the pinnacle of figure of speech and literal It's pitiful, it's the ridicule of metaphors Eleanor, rose around and tell em they've been said before