(This is a journey into sound) VERSE 1 (King K.O.N.G.) First thing's first I'm a rapper with a purpose I hear the radio and All they plain in absurd sh** I wanna hear some verbiage Maybe switch up the wordage A version of the sh** But ya'll are just small terdage I'm jus' tryin' to curve it I know it can't be perfect But hopefully you understand it Depending how I word it Did I explain it well Or should I just try to reblurt it Already f**ed this b**h So no need to try to reflirt it Cattle in a line No need to reheard it I wanna k** this beat past murdered So I'mma grill ya like we do to burgers Wipin' the slate clean No need for detergent Sorry if my spit hit ya But I didn't mean for it to burn ya So turn ya a** around Travel back to the lost and found I'm sure it's where your hopes and dreams at now But I thought you were homeward bound I guess I came with a different sound That crushed you like a coke can on the ground With just one pound on your town (Chorus) No need for a hook So there's no need to look Cause there's no need To get your life took Definitely not a rook So I won't be juked or booked So I guess I'm blessed as a smooth crook No need for a hook So there's no need to look Cause there's no need To get your life took No need for pain Time to change reigns That's the sole reason Kong came (VERSE 2) No need for greed I get it with ease Movin' at god's speed Has become effortless to achieve Believe the deed done To feed the seed sun Hopefully still got a team To say that "We won" time spun turn back to 91 Where every rapper sayin' it really did own a gun Weren't just words comin out they mouths for fun Like all these presently ab-libbin a ton (UHH) You can pretend you ain't the one I'm just teachin' you like fathering a son Who I'm about to shun Let you become a f**ed up bum addicted to rum And tums with blackened parts of lungs And bank accounts with low sums just for fun Who gets dirty looks at the dinner table Everytime he comes and this fake praise I don't know where it's coming from But it seems all these dumb f**s getting some (Chorus) No need for a hook So there's no need to look Cause there's no need To get your life took Definitely not a rook So I won't be juked or booked So I guess I'm blessed as a smooth crook No need for a hook So there's no need to look Cause there's no need To get your life took No need for pain Time to change reigns That's the sole reason Kong came (VERSE 3) No need to be humble I don't fumble when I rumble I'll make you take a tumble You bunch of f**in' bundles of sticks Where the f**s your twigs? I mean your midget dicks The ones that you put and The ladies be like where is it? She look at you like "that sh** was too easy to fit" She look at me like "well if you can get it in" But don't sweat that I wouldn't fret that Just bet that I'm up next cat