Keeng Kobrah (ft. Kid Boombox of Stereo Boyz)

[Verse 1: Mic Audio] Flow like a super soaker full of bleach Stoned like I told Medusa don't blink Undefeated, reason to keep souls on a string Like Adidas, with freedom to spin the globe like Kareem fingers Heat seekers are pleased when I combust On the run like sonic for rings to wife love We stuff green fungus, inside blunts Ya Donald Duck dynasty, won't climb Trump My high wire lines'll squeeze flies stuck These words are worth the wait, dated 9 months Backwoods lumberjack, no plaid just a pine funk Life lead a stray, aiming blind guns Wordplay dumbed down without a thinking cap But like Kung Lao, I valved to bringing 'em back A good Shepard, better known as the people's lamb Goats hope I never evil baaaaa [Chorus:] Gods 8x Keeng Kobrah nigga Keeng Kobrah nigga All hail the kings 3x Keeng Kobrah nigga Keeng Kobrah nigga All hail [Verse 2: Mic Audio] Thru Blues Brothers ray bans, I cruise with my plates bad On a quest from god said Jake's hand Not a friend of Finn, but a big faced man Who did flips, we call faith dance To break bread is to fix hunger So many lines, I'm an 8 leg instructor Bars shine with a Schwinn structure My archives will exist, under thick crust dirt On earth no, but somewhere distant A place for moors to come enjoy wisdom Flow dope and it shows when I piss 'em off Line for line, you couldn't hold my business call From outta bird brain, rained chicken broth Before wordplay I say bismillah Our fans wave more then when Hitler talked No comparison, we'll continue tomorrow [Chorus:] Gods 8x Keeng Kobrah nigga Keeng Kobrah nigga All hail the kings 3x Keeng Kobrah nigga Keeng Kobrah nigga All hail [Verse 3: Kid Boombox] I be seating these days Using step ladders, just to make thru these mazes Been lost patients So let me just spazz-out Black out, like Mike Tyson, Holyfield last bout Bullet to his head, Sylvester Stallone cash route Hoping next weed blunt, I could finally pass out OK you can laugh now Never cry later, A fly flavor with no gators A pack of now & later, Serving niggas back & forth like twin waiters Life on a revolving barrel Wheel of Fortune pick your life route Mind vacant for the lack of communication Fuck intimate relations, when theirs no intention to build My first thought was to stay real But real wounds was being treated with fake trills Only now I see how they feel