Kid Frost - Exotische Kunst (New God Flow Freestyle) lyrics

Bieber Serena Williams Bieber Kool baby, vision game crazy The light Jay-Z, nah the light Ye maybe Nah wait, the white Drake nah jokes The brown broke Rozay, no way Probably more along the lines of young Jose Canseco Pero mas Mac Dre though Slave name Victor Vazquez Ask this kid no questions, I'll tell you no answers Pour a little out for the souls of the dads of the pretty ho dancers Climbing ladders and MC Hammers Kool A.D. sprinkle me Moves like Jagger Smooth like criminal Fools think they rude subliminal Not even in the mood to deal with you Dude I think I'm true spiritual Negro, blanco, zebra macho Bald, chemo Cheap street fighter like Blanka Ya'll a bunch of toys - Tonka sh** stains, manchas Listen to my mantra Listen to your poppa and your momma But wait wait yo Also listen to your karma Listen to your sister and your brother and your cousin and your other fam And to me - the other man I Zimbra, I'm just trying to live bruh (Have a good time with G-O-D) Not even trying to win bruh If I was trying I'd of been bruh Let me say it again - I Zimbra A soft soul but still rugged as a timb Plus I'm dunking on these fools and they can't even touch the rim Dude you buggin if you think you touching Kool, you ain't f**in with him And I don't even play basketball Plus it wasn't really in the plan to even rap at all I was trying to be a novelist But who f**in reads books? Be honest A lot of knowledge from college is a mirage, you need to see beyond it This track is like a mattress in the hood and ya'll sleeping on it Modern day Shakespeare, peep the sonnets Peep how I hook the little seeds on ebonics My phonics is sonic - half pyrite, half onyx Ya'll full of sh** like colonics How did these times come upon us? And what's beyond this? Look upon your life with fondness, I think it would be a pretty good idea (Have a good time with G-O-D) Attention lame artists! Look my invention game flawless - Thomas Edison, couldn't con this Ellison, couldn't see this Wilde asleep, couldn't dream this See me eating venison in Switzerland Please believe and understand and feel this realness Try this eel from the sea, a Japanese man cut it with a knife Do you love it? It's nice Do you love your f**in life? See me buzz up above the strife Plus I know my flow is foolish 17 and Martin King, yeah let's do this And all that, I'm a dog ya'll cats and mallrats And I don't even rap about gats and all that What you want to call that? Fall back Ya'll flat - like small racks Me I'm rack city, rap city bohemian Itty bitty titty committee want to breed me in Don't even recall how many demons I put semen in But every devil is a fallen angel So the saying goes Punchlines, power moves I'm playing those Race cards, trading those, race car Nascar, fast car, crack of dawn Gazing at the last star Abstract, abstract Mulatto Franz Kafka You couldn't see me believe me I'm Jimmy Hoffa Shouting out freeze to the officer like, nah You under arrest though! Fill all the prisons with cops and let the rest go Look at all the children in the Costco Kool A.D. the new god flow Pablo Pica**o, I'm an a**hole Abstract, abstract