Ay, let the beat sync in(aaha)
You know what we puttin out( what)
Kalkharebi( alright) lets get it
I know I'm moving like the word scheme of Rakim
But one thing I would never need a fucking Hakim. It’s not actually what you think, I'm talking about the one who heals
I'm just coming out of this box
I need a semi,( nah hand me pen)
Imma take your favourite rapper for a joyride (huh)
I’m just keeping everything straight like I'm just snorting the line
But these fuckers they cross the line
And then they tell me I've lost my mind
I've got the vision likе HOPSIN
Consuming these rappers likе a SIN
Assassinating em without any syndicate
This be a 308, cause I can't take non
Of you mothefuckers on this fuckin plate(non of you)
You fuckers just featherweight
Lemme rate you out like holloway(aaha)
You claim to be the GOATS
Imma sacrifice you for the holidays
I feel like Jiraiya, cause my own ended like pain
Killed me, and made me caled
Now It doesn't matter, cause I upscaled
Thus gained the cups never drained
Kept working on that skill under the shade
The troops sailed
I inhaled a lot of hate
Like you inhaling the paper after a fucking heartbreak
I've seen a lot of shit, I guess I need some TPlain
I'm trynna stay sane, I lost more than I gained
I’m trynna stay in my lane, they want me off the Chain
Just like 2Chainz, propain got vein
Flaming the game, using my name
Defaming it, for their personal gain(yeah?)
Coming in like a Hurricane
Changing things like the endgame
Khan be my surname
Lemme fuck it up again(skrrtttttt)
Coming in like a gunmen
Amen for people who trynna condemn(ah)
Bitches be like karen
Just wanna cause mayhem
With a mad rpm I put you in ppm
And see the show on espn
I need some ambien for my head
And her lips on my head on her bed
Nah, she ain’t my juliet
She is to-let
Let's everyone fiddle
With her like a Beyblade
My pen be like yoru
Mind is itachi
Not from the bennett family
But still can do tricks on you largely
You won’t know what hit you
So don't come in the vicinity, ah
These fuckers aren't even in the scene
So who would I take out the scene
They dream to beef
But they know it's not convenient to lyrically
Compete
I kill your mains, take em out like a campout
Preserve them in a compote like a hot pot
Like a kompot, spat a bar, took your spot
Messed your spirit like josh lambert
You question my art? i spaz out
Don’t fuck w me, this is lyrical BDSM
You might need an ORT
Ain't rapping for no financial support
I'm saved by the one
Who is from the East Coast
To the West, the Ethos
We all know
I lie low
But still my blows they have a long go
Not long ago, i didn't know where this road goes
But now I know, it's just far away from these fucking hoes(haha)
Alright, you want a lingua switch?( Kinda)
Like something different , here you go
Whoh meri fikir nai karte
Par apni mehfil mai zikir kyun karte?
Zillat sai chaha tha? Par uski qadar nai karte
Hum marke bhi ladtay, par jab apne hei paltay
Toh fir gilla kya kartay
Facts
Ye mera lehja hei hatkay
Jo inh rapperun ko patkay
Jo ye kartay, mai chord betha ratkay
Ah, that how it goes
Meri ruh, ruhaniyath sai paray
Ab aazmaishyun sai hei guftagu karey
Ye Sukoon kei talash mai khoon thookna nayi
Riyaayath si baney
Aye yo Kafil, cut the beat
You know what we puttin out( what)
Kalkharebi( alright) lets get it
I know I'm moving like the word scheme of Rakim
But one thing I would never need a fucking Hakim. It’s not actually what you think, I'm talking about the one who heals
I'm just coming out of this box
I need a semi,( nah hand me pen)
Imma take your favourite rapper for a joyride (huh)
I’m just keeping everything straight like I'm just snorting the line
But these fuckers they cross the line
And then they tell me I've lost my mind
I've got the vision likе HOPSIN
Consuming these rappers likе a SIN
Assassinating em without any syndicate
This be a 308, cause I can't take non
Of you mothefuckers on this fuckin plate(non of you)
You fuckers just featherweight
Lemme rate you out like holloway(aaha)
You claim to be the GOATS
Imma sacrifice you for the holidays
I feel like Jiraiya, cause my own ended like pain
Killed me, and made me caled
Now It doesn't matter, cause I upscaled
Thus gained the cups never drained
Kept working on that skill under the shade
The troops sailed
I inhaled a lot of hate
Like you inhaling the paper after a fucking heartbreak
I've seen a lot of shit, I guess I need some TPlain
I'm trynna stay sane, I lost more than I gained
I’m trynna stay in my lane, they want me off the Chain
Just like 2Chainz, propain got vein
Flaming the game, using my name
Defaming it, for their personal gain(yeah?)
Coming in like a Hurricane
Changing things like the endgame
Khan be my surname
Lemme fuck it up again(skrrtttttt)
Coming in like a gunmen
Amen for people who trynna condemn(ah)
Bitches be like karen
Just wanna cause mayhem
With a mad rpm I put you in ppm
And see the show on espn
I need some ambien for my head
And her lips on my head on her bed
Nah, she ain’t my juliet
She is to-let
Let's everyone fiddle
With her like a Beyblade
My pen be like yoru
Mind is itachi
Not from the bennett family
But still can do tricks on you largely
You won’t know what hit you
So don't come in the vicinity, ah
These fuckers aren't even in the scene
So who would I take out the scene
They dream to beef
But they know it's not convenient to lyrically
Compete
I kill your mains, take em out like a campout
Preserve them in a compote like a hot pot
Like a kompot, spat a bar, took your spot
Messed your spirit like josh lambert
You question my art? i spaz out
Don’t fuck w me, this is lyrical BDSM
You might need an ORT
Ain't rapping for no financial support
I'm saved by the one
Who is from the East Coast
To the West, the Ethos
We all know
I lie low
But still my blows they have a long go
Not long ago, i didn't know where this road goes
But now I know, it's just far away from these fucking hoes(haha)
Alright, you want a lingua switch?( Kinda)
Like something different , here you go
Whoh meri fikir nai karte
Par apni mehfil mai zikir kyun karte?
Zillat sai chaha tha? Par uski qadar nai karte
Hum marke bhi ladtay, par jab apne hei paltay
Toh fir gilla kya kartay
Facts
Ye mera lehja hei hatkay
Jo inh rapperun ko patkay
Jo ye kartay, mai chord betha ratkay
Ah, that how it goes
Meri ruh, ruhaniyath sai paray
Ab aazmaishyun sai hei guftagu karey
Ye Sukoon kei talash mai khoon thookna nayi
Riyaayath si baney
Aye yo Kafil, cut the beat
( Ryan Khan )
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