Knxwledge - k**umanati REMIX lyrics

[Produced by Knxwledge] [Intro(Sample)] Yes, Strawberries [Verse 1: AkSupreme] Uh, And we back at it again Still don't trust no friends, somone grab him a pen He writing down what he missing And the names of every clown who decided to sneak diss him He pull out a wad letting the pockets haunt her Got a mind full of missles just like a rocket launcher This rap sh** ain't new to me They wonder if I wrote it because it flows so fluently Scrilla would influence me The type to get tight when he recieves small gratuity But sales been through the roof Got customers hanging from the ceiling like he's making a dungeon proof Collecting a lot of loot Known to cut to the chase as if he's in hot persuit k** rappers at the source and then down to the root The flow is so atrocious he spitting tuberculosis Average rhymes put him to sleep The genre is hypnosis Always slowly smoking on medicine Tends to flow like a veteran 508 blowing up, but everybody swear I'm better than And I might forget to mention Sick of sitting in detention And the teachers on different pages I'm never paying attention ATTENTION We crunch rappers rappers never cradle used to rap with The Monarch at the lunch table Pencil shavings in my bed sheets from writing to these deadbeats And also babies lying in the street, sh** is tragic Smoking is the only way you living lavish And the only thing common about sense is no one has it [Verse 2: James The Monarch] Woah, back the truck up Restock the load Beat a couple boxes because I'm ready to go And if its not The Monarch, guess who stands? No one n***a, they're out of here like a couple lose strands I ain't the type flop and develop a soft spot For wanna be hotshots Headibg for jackpots But they're off by a half court shot So start spicing up the curry And you better hurry n***a Because The Monarch's at your heels like ACL jury I'll be the judge of that And if you can't rap push a fax Ain't no runner up when The Monarch's Because I track your every move like a shadow on your back So I'm glad that Matt put me on the track Because theres only one sound in worcester, the other's CLAT CLAT BOOM! And it's doomed if it's me that your facing Besides the other couple pairs of knuckles that your face in (Oh I get it) If you don't well then you better start bumping heavy metal Because I settle for flying colors like rose pedals And if you don't get the word play it again And don't pause until you don't hear me say it again And that goes for anyone slacking on the mans flow We the lost pros that broke off the handles And f** trap Them n***as can't rap Because no one is selling the lyrics James got in the backpack b**h! (Godamn)