[Verse 1: KvP]
I'm a twelve year old, prepare for gold
You stale with mold, ain't flavorful
You haven't paid your toll, now face the troll,
But don't mistake me as a joke
They slapped me on a plate served cold
People cravin' to bite in my oozing juicy food
Cause fecal lately finding on viewed on tunes and TV news
They burned out!
Just doing continuous donuts in their new music
Just looping and lapping the same old track and race
They claim to be, ahead of everybody
But homie honestly, it's sad to say
We overlapped you, at max boost, like past two, I had assumed
If you take your sunglasses off
The facts will blast your views into dried up prunes
And the drugs you on
Will do nothing but aimlessly
Drive your Porsche into an one isle court
Panicking, you find reverse
Frantically but your tires don't work
At snapping speed, you try to turn
But your backseat stuck n' ya soiled dirt
Your trunk sinks six feet deep and your screwed up against a wall
With a nail in your skull
Cause I'm digging savagely until I find diamond ores
Knocking any gravel I see aside with my rhino horns
Try to score
Or you'll never know if your could be seen on bill(uh)boards
They tried to chase me off this Tapan Zee
Cause all I do is tap the beat and then catch some Z's until I
Find some more
Get it? Tapan Zee, they don't want me to cross over to the land I seek
Pass this bridge, cause they probably don't know what a
Mic is for
So I just strap the seat with packs of packaging tape
So I don't fall off this bridge and crush my
Vital organs
The sky's full of ornaments
But when your James Bond falls, you'll see that twinkle crystal ball
Was just a little glitter ball and you'll see Bond's real soul once he takes off his
Price(uh)full glasses
I thought I was past this, attacking these actresses of this rap game
Slapping it on hatting pages and naming my entry form
Well actually
I've been living in Closter for some years
But better clutch your holster if I'm near
Just when I openly appear
No Berretta tucked, still smoking in my rear
My mind runs on a turbo track of field
Drums to a vocal pattern you can't hear
My soul never shows whole in these mirrors
Heavier pressured than your peers
Deadlier triggered than your fears
Take out the Berretta cause you pressured and want to impress all of your peers
Pulling the trigger, the bullet will hit ya in the center of your heel
Now your career cannot carry ya cause your carrier won't be able to heal
Your Achilles heel can't heal and without your carrier, your career cannot steer
I left the name tag blank so, I ain't labeled and so you able to come up with your
Own name for me
And not whatever you remember you've been
Told or seen
Matter fact, I know who I am, but scratch out KvP on the card ID
And let's see what ya see my name appears to be
[Outro]
Cause there ain't only 1D, there's endless possibilities
You could read my ID as...
I'm a twelve year old, prepare for gold
You stale with mold, ain't flavorful
You haven't paid your toll, now face the troll,
But don't mistake me as a joke
They slapped me on a plate served cold
People cravin' to bite in my oozing juicy food
Cause fecal lately finding on viewed on tunes and TV news
They burned out!
Just doing continuous donuts in their new music
Just looping and lapping the same old track and race
They claim to be, ahead of everybody
But homie honestly, it's sad to say
We overlapped you, at max boost, like past two, I had assumed
If you take your sunglasses off
The facts will blast your views into dried up prunes
And the drugs you on
Will do nothing but aimlessly
Drive your Porsche into an one isle court
Panicking, you find reverse
Frantically but your tires don't work
At snapping speed, you try to turn
But your backseat stuck n' ya soiled dirt
Your trunk sinks six feet deep and your screwed up against a wall
With a nail in your skull
Cause I'm digging savagely until I find diamond ores
Knocking any gravel I see aside with my rhino horns
Try to score
Or you'll never know if your could be seen on bill(uh)boards
They tried to chase me off this Tapan Zee
Cause all I do is tap the beat and then catch some Z's until I
Find some more
Get it? Tapan Zee, they don't want me to cross over to the land I seek
Pass this bridge, cause they probably don't know what a
Mic is for
So I just strap the seat with packs of packaging tape
So I don't fall off this bridge and crush my
Vital organs
The sky's full of ornaments
But when your James Bond falls, you'll see that twinkle crystal ball
Was just a little glitter ball and you'll see Bond's real soul once he takes off his
Price(uh)full glasses
I thought I was past this, attacking these actresses of this rap game
Slapping it on hatting pages and naming my entry form
Well actually
I've been living in Closter for some years
But better clutch your holster if I'm near
Just when I openly appear
No Berretta tucked, still smoking in my rear
My mind runs on a turbo track of field
Drums to a vocal pattern you can't hear
My soul never shows whole in these mirrors
Heavier pressured than your peers
Deadlier triggered than your fears
Take out the Berretta cause you pressured and want to impress all of your peers
Pulling the trigger, the bullet will hit ya in the center of your heel
Now your career cannot carry ya cause your carrier won't be able to heal
Your Achilles heel can't heal and without your carrier, your career cannot steer
I left the name tag blank so, I ain't labeled and so you able to come up with your
Own name for me
And not whatever you remember you've been
Told or seen
Matter fact, I know who I am, but scratch out KvP on the card ID
And let's see what ya see my name appears to be
[Outro]
Cause there ain't only 1D, there's endless possibilities
You could read my ID as...
( KvP )
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