Song: Give Me Now
Artist:  KenSon
Year: 2013
Viewed: 65 - Published at: 7 years ago

[Verse1]
Ooh I love that fantastic
Automatic classic one I attack it
Cats is average, I'm so damn far past it
Braggin' as a habit, bet I go
Yeah I flow HAM with the bread and mayo
Stay so intent, in deep with the pen
Penpoint accuracy. 500 plus songs annually
A vet I been
Steady eye aim through the lens and targets decend
Soul trying to find the heaven within
My crown all gold, my sight is ultraviolet
Insightful writin'. Speak life through verbal violence
Clash with titans, walk away smilin'
Balancing 5 titles a scepter and a triton
Wise like demised Mayans. Soul flyin'
Stop lyin' there's no buyin'
Revivin' hip hop bitch!

[Hook]
Give me now give me now
Give me give me now
Satisfy my cravings - give me now
Instant gratification - give me now
Hurry up, I'm through waiting
Give me now
Everybody on that give me now (give me now)
Everybody on that give me now
H-h-h-hurry up and give me now
[Verse2]
Demand for E-Man the He-man to reprimand
And punish fraudulent emcees for speakin'
If he claim emcee but can't emcee...
I'm bringing KRS-One with me
Pity these little known amateur clones of radio
Will I rip em? Will I rip em? Maybe so
Shine like the sun with that daily glow
A little hard to see though, like a baby ghost
Me stay composed cause if I lose control, cataclysm
I used to smoke like Rasta, still battle isms
Built like a prism
Heiroglyphics on my mother's womb
From when she carried the pharaoh
Kingship running throughout my bone marrow
So I can't smoke cush because Kush is the land
Every 420, son, gotta try my hand
Nile river silt rich with the seasonal spill
I overflow so the people can build
You know the drill

[Hook]

[Verse3]
And I'm drinking bottles full of alcoholic anesthetic
Doling them dollars out the wallet, damn a credit
And a medic, meticulous cuz I'm ridiculous
But still spit sick as fuck. You got the HIV or what?
I've always been a nut. Since I was right about 11
Only thing I wanted in life was to get a nut
All hail the lord. You better give it up
While I pray to Yahweh... we of a different club
We aren't the same thread plus it's a different cut
I riggi-represent Berkeley like it isn't just
A hippy town with folk music and no rappers
Big high-school, big college and linebackers
High taxes, high standards and life patterns
Plenty high people, some chill weather that's what matters
Rich neighborhoods, poor folks next to The Town
Where it goes down, always hear that chrome sound
[Hook]

( KenSon )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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