Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - k**uminati lyrics

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] I'm a beast with these flows 2 birds one stone, you get geese when trees roll They say I'm evil cause I trained my eagle to see gold See, no seagulls couldn't see these goals Please, it's the return of the beast coast No cash, flash put the cheese still make teeth show The cold needle, is how you move on a strip, you trynna be Vito?, well there's rules to this sh** Don't get clapped, ya'll ain't real spitters, ya'll lips chapped Better watch the Mr. Nicewatch, don't risk/wrist that I got a 6 pack of bear/bare sk** that I spill like that And everybody know (THAT sh*t CRAY!) Ya'll n***as softspoken, down below token The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men It makes sense you want beef with this frozen It nuts for new school, in the tool, ya' kid hold him Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I'm next to go The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico A lyrical spanish, with a dance that's demandin' Step into my box and that's exactly what'chu standin' Ain't no half steppin' 'round me And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me That young cop k**er, I'm dat I'll, so doc' will ya Give me two shots for 2Pac k**er [Verse 2: Capital Steez] Soul searchin' 'till my flows are perfect I ain't trynna be a slave to grow old from workin' Sorry BADA$$, you lucky that I peeped the second Tell them n***as keep it steppin' with they beat selection Check the melody, it's so heavenly That sh**'ll get your hips to move no 70's All the Opium, can I bust soliloquies Got that sh** mix and mastered both remedies Grab a spoonful, sturrin' up a pot And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot I'm flowin' like a volcano, drippin' verses while drippin' verses off the top Dirty cops still swervin' on the block Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid It's in my genes, don't worry where my pants is Get with the script it's that ignorant sh** And they bound to get sick off of this quick But I sealin' my lips, it's a shift I know you feel it man We blowin' up like a ceiling fan Droppin' off j**els like k**a Cam's man When it comes to kickin' verses I'm Mr. Van Damme Crushin' strawberries it's a jam So throw up both hands if you can Ironic how I'm k**in' this sh** Until they bury me, my volume is going in depth with longevity