Bloody Knuckles

Rugged enough for thin paths covered in stones
Bare knuckles bloody with bones shining brighter than chrome
I’m home here. Those who roam? Beware. These unmarked
Tombs here? They mark the start of new careers
Rugged enough
You want me to shine?
I illuminate and radiate. You empty-
-glass-ass niggas imitate, irritating
I can’t stand a bitch-ass PMSing
I put it down for y’all, receive blessing, rhyme
Iller, Kamackeris, my nigga Kong killer
Spig' on the hook got you shook—what? There’s many
Hoes amongst us, fucking for the dollar
You’s a bitch who could deepthroat and swallow
Holler if you really want it domino-style
And I got five on it, rhyme on it
Y’all niggas done changed the rules, went from dropping jewels
To niggas coming out, paying no dues
With no clue to solve. As this Earth revolve
We all living, microphone-driven
And it’s a given we’re gonna wreck and smash out
Make it to the resin, pass out
Rugged enough for thin paths covered in stones
Bare knuckles bloody with bones shining brighter than chrome
I’m home here. Those who roam? Beware. These unmarked
Tombs here? They mark the start of new careers
Rugged enough
Creeping through the darkness, dead bodies on the lawn. If it’s on
Then it’s on. When it’s over, then I’m gone
The gun in hand, you’re off the stage like the Running Man
Ain’t done, fam. Watch you, stunning your fans, sonning your man
With no shine, running a plan, a whole
Nine millimeter heater eager to fight your leader
Spiga, Spice the meteor (Ayyo, Kong, light the heater)
On stage with the wife-beater and the Nike sneakers
Yo, baby, your table goods cupid cable
Cradle your hood, neighborhood fatal, your label navel
Your nasal cradled my wood, nigga. King Kong
Fatal, missing fifty-two cards in the deck
Coat-check your throat and neck, check notes, hope that
You don’t die. Doe eyes float with the
Monsta I, Kongcrete the Bronc'. If it’s strong, if it’s real
Bring it to the grill. Niggas can’t kill
Rugged enough for thin paths covered in stones
Bare knuckles bloody with bones shining brighter than chrome
I’m home here. Those who roam? Beware. These unmarked
Tombs here? They mark the start of new careers
Rugged enough
Yo, while you
Running, fam, I’m sonning your man. Matter of fact, I’m sonning
Your son under the gun, bucking your plans. Supply and demand
A duck in the hand’s better than nothing, under the assumption
A brother blind, but let me show you something. Fronting
For what? You’re grown just as I. The demons got you
Stunting while your time just fly by. My mind’s eye
See you, peep through your façade like the eagle, keep you
At a distance so my Desert Eagle dig deep through
Come on, man. You’re from the same grind. I tamed the same
Dames in your time. Nigga, it’s showtime
No mime or critic can copy or diminish the heart
And soul that a nigga put in this. Pay your dues
Whoever you wanna bring? Bring ‘em at your shows. And your flows?
Sing ‘em. Separate ‘em at the neck if they’re playing. You want
A drink? I’m flooded with pain, playing the same game
You playing, make my way into the church—fill me up, rev'
Rugged enough for thin paths covered in stones
Bare knuckles bloody with bones shining brighter than chrome
I’m home here. Those who roam? Beware. These unmarked
Tombs here? They mark the start of new careers
Rugged enough
Rugged enough for thin paths covered in stones
Bare knuckles bloody with bones shining brighter than chrome
I’m home here. Those who roam? Beware. These unmarked
Tombs here? They mark the start of new careers
Rugged enough