[Lyric] Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See - Freestyle (King Los)

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King Los, look
Look, when it comes to the propaganda
Its easily read and tied
But I wear it like Pac bandana
Now how that supposed to be red?
If it was tied to the Pac bandana being over your head
Cause I [?]
Bet a bandana ill rap a circle around your head for getting me twisted
And I’m not fronting
Pac wore his knot in the front
Not for nothing I had dream that nigga hopped in my truck
Now I ain't never had an option for luck
I told him sit anywhere you want my nigga just not in the front
He said 'whats the reason'
I ain't got one, but in my mind I was thinking how when niggas sit up front and we call it shotgun
In my hood itching for chicken get you fried young
And pitching bake perfect will never win you a Cy Young
My city like a Rubix cube
Either you moving them squares or flipping over them colors getting ya block spun
Fuck all the shine I’d rather have all the grind
If I lend you my watch, I never'll call it mine
Now if you don’t give it back that’s where I draw the line
And in more than one way you'll be living on borrowed time
Niggas know how I’m finna come
You gone be telling ya war stories and I be trying to turn this bitch into one
Do ya dogs dirty and don't get no fleas
I kiss all the cheerleaders and don’t miss no 3s
If my bloods lactose they don’t get no cheese
But my cuz stay invest I know crypto keys
I don’t rap how I clutch the 9 and shit fold
Your niggas airbrush them lines and get bold
How a status such as mine can get trolled
When every time I hear you bust this rhyme, I flip modes
And never been a time I focused and don’t grab it
If you ain't a living legend you bogus and don’t have it
Our ancestors could see the future that’s when they studied me
Then went back and wrote it on stone tablets
You niggas is a moment in time I am infinince compartmentalized into components of rhyme
But you pop and you lit you ballsy you fly
No, you gobbling dick you garbage you high
It’s a pyramid scheme with the vision at the top and when you niggas try angles you fall, and you die
It’s a pyramid scheme I’m the vision at the top and you can only try angles you all seeing eye
My name rings something like Saturn
I run laps around whole planets cause I study light patterns
My flow leave them flustered for days and that’s just a light angle
Like I sunned em with crepuscular rays, fuck did I say?
Niggas be believing the hype
If I ain't seeing what you saying I’m trying to see it tonight
They making comments but I’m beaming with light
Cause a real rock star don’t give a fuck what the media write
It’s my dark side of the moon flow
Portal door with a loophole
Energy meeting matter then formulating a new soul
Be honest any nothing beyond us when I was a buck 34 thought I could be Giannis Antetokounmpo