Vic Santoro - King Kong lyrics

[Verse 1: Vic Santoro] King Kong on the mic Shell any beat, yeah, they call me the GOAT Walk in the room like Styles Tearing it down, you should call me the Ghost Made a lot of rappers go sleep Right now it's peak like call me a coach They might as well crawl in a hole You might as well call me the roads I was letting it spray from early And I heard a couple man wan' burn me They ain't calling my phone They're messaging me on the net, that's nerdy Your whole team's soft Trust, fam, you don't wanna wear that jersey I think another drink might turn me Treat other MCs like vermin Test me, you'll never pa** that theory One-way traffic, I'm above that, scary And I'm really wanted with a gang that's certi Can't tell me words, I will mash that early I was running with wolves Rally on deck, used to park that near me We was up in the woods Testing it out in the park that's near me I ain't heard another guy that's colder As a young G, I used to slap that older Me and my man don't chat, he's a doughnut Bro got life, broke my heart, that's torn up So free up the Gs You ain't seen bags that's filled up with Ps Or seen straps that's filled up with teeth Thinking he's game so you're filled up with leaks [Break: Johnny Porter] But the realness is though, yeah What it is now, boom People get their self through a little door They get their self up there And they forget the people that got them there You get what I'm saying, yeah? You can't ever forget the people that built this ting Go back, it's foundation, init People need to know what time it is See where man's coming from, init, yeah? Go and check out the sh**, yeah? Open link Shutdown entertainment You know what time it is, yeah? [Verse 2: Merky ACE] I do late night bleach Fist fight, pick him off with power and reach Nearly missed the corner, handbrake screech Jumped out on 'em, had 'em running up the high street Laugh when youts try and talk 'bout greaze Washed up olders with no Ps Or new age youngers that been spoon feed Soon as they bleed, they're talking to the feds Salute to my G cause he held that ten Talk about early? You weren't round back then I was raised in the school of the gunman trend Can't find him? Then I've gotta bun man's friend Started with a half, then I got the Z, no Rem Shop was open late, they was coming back again Dem man scope and hate but it's only pretend Wish they were real just like the item ting dere Can't wait fi bite them ACE Merky will mash up your clart like Ace Lightning Night night then, Fright Night 10 I was heating coke off, they was dropping push bikes Like they didn't like them Trainer soles and headbacks on show I make man cut out all the hype then I moved more grub back when I liked them But business ain't sh** if you ain't riding Man are hungry And I'm tryna get the same ting as Bundi Belly for the tummy, gym bag get fill up If not, big darg, make brains spill up Hear it, test it, spill out Ps in my bro's f**ing gyal, that's skin out Man touched us, we got a stick and then we bill out Ain't no Family Tree without me, M and Faze Man tried stab me, I've still got the graze I caught his bro and made him feel his pain I ain't playing Touch Bryce, you'll get slayed Changed your name to protect the game Tizzy Gang, we don't need no fame Cuh we're in our own lane Run it up, you must be mad in your membrane [Outro: Johnny Porter] Yeah? And bare of these man out here need to stop ga**ing up the little kids Yeah? Straight We need to show them something more constructive, init Show them how to read them books, init Learn them legal figures Show them how to go and get this real money But anyway, back to it, yeah? Free my n***as up in the pen Free Toner, free Uncle Shell, free Rem Soon your time, my bruddas Yeah? Alright