Trading Places - K-the-I???, Nocando

Check the rhythm it takes

I break cyclones

I might as well fuck up your head

When my mind’s alone

While zoning in cloud nine

Ski slope over the Alpine

Correct tone condoned

When vocalizing what I felt to minimize

Clap your hands

It’s the all American Band Stand up

Don’t mind me as I unlock myself from these cuffs

Then the uppercut cuts off circulation to conduct

Picture this scenery if it was to erupt

Tough luck

Your stuff doesn’t make any sense that’s why your image timid cowardly

And no one cares what you got going for yourself

So set no boundaries

Unless you actually achieve better health

What is this anyway?

A candle light dinner with that special loved one in a classy environment

With music to be composed by a DJ

Well I’m not having it

Then and only then I need to insinuate savageness

Tell me about the good old days

In many ways it seems to be reverting its comeback

Then when it’s attacking

Relax when it happens

I might’ve knocked you off course due to the simple reaction

This is my box

No one could enter it

Within the center of exiting exodus

Next notable motion could cause arrogance

The terror beyond anything that’s irrelevant

Class picture’s fakest smile

I’m thinking fuck a scene

You ain’t my friends

You ain’t my pal

My enemies are up front with me

Bury the back stabbers

And body bag the bottom feeders

You don’t want to fight

I’ll make the war happen

More scrapping

Napkins for your open wounds

Even if you’re not a scenester

I don’t got a problem either

Fools are awful eager

To cross the creature

Who gave them confidence

When they were non-believing

Cock blocking Condoleezzas

Yeah boy!

You’re acting like my right hand bitch

Well your limelight lifespan fits

In my right hand’s grip

Your flows are ugh!

Your shows are oh!

Where did all the people go?

Your dough is low

Your groupies are on tweak and blow

Their facial features decomposed a week ago

Make them hoes eat a do-nut

Or a pizza

Bro' what

I’m a seasoned pro slut

I got a crew

We all know I never needed one

I heard your words of wisdom and I never heeded one

I heard them tracks man

You need to get them beats to bump

All respect due

My opinion is they’re weak as fuck