SkiBs - The First Emperor lyrics
[Verse 1: SkiBs] Hong Kong. Yeah yeah Hey bro I started off with ease Come in slicker than the breeze And that rumble from my feet put a jiggle in your knees Living in the beat, man, all I want is peace So I'm chiefing on a piece of some OCD VLTs(?) Sipping, once I'm locked in, I'm key Just a bunch of f**ing kids rocking G.O.D tees How's he gonna do it? Man, what a mystery Now they looking at me and they say I'm mystery I'm a say b**h please, this me, history is what I'm making I'm keeping that you can't take it I'm breathing that you can fake it I'm a little white Hong Kong rapping a**, smacking a** Making cash, burning pot, making ash (?) Momentum that I started with turning into reality My fans are my homies and they stick around to balance me Give a f** what you think As long as my Mama proud of me Everybody be finding me, my fan base is young and old Turn my thoughts into music for anyone that's got a soul I'm the least on the street But a priest on the beat I'm a beast on the beat Just keep rolling. Yeah yeah [Verse 2: SkiBS] I'm free, got fees, but at least I'm off the leash I preach, I breach Y'all are f**ing Nazis, something you did not see The first time you checked me out, but once I raise the flag, I never let it down Medicated, so motivated to be elevated Fading 'til I'm hella faded In the nighttime I be sipping Tsingtao Y'all can sip your white wine feeling like a king now Got in the zone, zoning, started zoning, started rolling, started smoking The flow just got on a roll, Stop showing start knowing, now you know that I'm the dopest Well if not then I'm the closest, Homie, tell me where the throne is Picking up weed always sketched as a b**h So I'll never have to mention getting arrested as sh** But I be working hard, straight living off of one dream And I'm in a city posted up eating (dumplings) Meet me, you'll understand I run things I ain't stopping 'til I'm in a mansion, Chung King Hardly this simple, my life is sharper than pencils I've got pistols filled with pencils, thats filling out instrumentals I ain't trying k** the rap game, I'm trying k** the flow And trust me, when I'm gone, you'll be checking for a pulse My weapon is my throat, you stepping and repulse I was in that b**h while you was checking your coat Woah woah. Woah. Woah. Woah Woah Woah While you was getting the coat I was sicker than a disease 98 degrees, b**h please this me, history is what I'm making I'm keeping that you can't take it I'm breathing that you can fake it I can't wait to say I made it. Ah History is what I'm making And I can't wait to say I made it