Kid Doms - Heart Of Gold lyrics

[Verse 1:The Kid Doms] I got a heart of gold Or maybe it's a bit of silver f** it either way the flow is cleaner than a Brita filter The kid's a k**er I'm warning you its true If you facing me you biting off more than you can chew What you trying clash? You better practice the art of war You couldn't leave a scratch with an axe or the sharpest sword Man you just a snack to a carnivore Spittin' dope raps that make you go back to the drawing board My brains to the point that I don't feel like thinking more Id rather book a flight to Singapore so I can drink a Coors They say to be in stores I need to take it down a notch But I'll be higher than a mountain top When my album drops I put in work around the clock But it don't pay enough Trying shave the scruff On my face,without getting razor bumps My brain's corrupt And it's mainly cause I don't say this stuff So I'm a get it off of my chest like Vick's vapor rub The crazy f** That's leaving cowards shook While you beat around the bush I'm a chief an ounce of kush Man this world's just greasy how it looks So if u ain't thinking on your toes you gone leave without a foot I'm deadly and many levels above average You can't comprehend the method in ones madness The rest of you dumb a**es Should throw in the towel My vocals are foul And I'm uncontrollable now Yo I run the game Nah I'm just on the bench waiting kid Flowing bars going harder than cement pavement is Your neck's breaking quick Making heads shake and twitch Writing breath taking sh** like a Wes Craven script I'm one MC Out a thousands of spitters But I'm known to keep it clean Like bounty and swifter I hit the trees Wash it down with some liquor Then watch me cause collision Like God hit your town with a twister Yo I'm monstrous Talk your sh** but you ain't stopping this Get lost I'm a big boss like apocalypse Ya from Street Fighter vs X-MEN If you didn't know ask your best friend A penny can k** many by tossing it off a tower Then pack you up in a casket and top it with lots of flowers You thought your sh** was clean But you're awful and got devoured You forgot the kid's extreme Like Otto from rocket power Off a lot of sour Cross joints when I'm puffing diesel Sick and dope And I'm on point like a junkie's needle The quiet artist trying to bargain for another easel Just so I can paint a perfect picture for you f**ing people Cause stuff's deceitful And I'm just giving you advice Before you lose your life You need to pray you make it through the night Because there's sharks in these waters and they need food to bite So pay attention when you making friends and try to choose 'em right