King Los - Exhibit C lyrics

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King Los - Exhibit C lyrics

[Los] And I could paint the whole world with these words I speak life like earth, sky, trees, birds Fly, land, water, dry land, breath, lungs, heart, eyes, hands Progress comes only from what struggles of So hold hate back with both arms and juggle love Legs, feet, hustle to get eggs, eat, say grace, thank God, beg, weep You could never ignore it nor say you haven't protected me into an exit I wreck it with the best vivid exquisite, exhibit prerequisites ever recorded It's clever, adore it, if you possess it, explore it My predicate's soaring, my metaphor's transforming It never gets boring, it's boiling over, it's pouring All over the flow, the goodest mess ‘cause I am all over this flow to put it best If you the best, put your best foot forward this step No breath so fly when I go by in a robot, could have done copilot But no, I did Three's Company like Roper, Janet, Jack, Chrissy and Larry Don't I lay it down and just say f** it like missionary? Picture me carry my city over a mountain I'm long gone like whites only over a fountain May God's mercy grace me while I write this verse and save me Every working lady birthing babies due to hurt in Haiti I'm praying for you with my head down, knees bent That you keep your head up till you get your needs met Make every recent cent rebuild, grief sent? Memory until this is meant to be, we vent This is big sh** baby, every bar tremendous It'll probably take Cannabis to comprehend this Hold up, hold up before y'all n***as get fly, I don't mean the rapper I mean you might have to get high to see the sh** I've lived, seen, did Like my mama who was the youngest of sixteen kids And at sixteen, I ain't know what a sixteen is Now I'm like my granddaddy letting sixteens live Sixteens forever, you will never see my sh** fade I got more sixteens than the tenth grade My flow intense with no tent made Find ways to eat like a compa** and a switchblade With no attempt made, I'm still incredible And I ain't buying your stories, you ain't credible I came here to take rap back, Re-Po And this how much I care about these whack cats, zero

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