Karma

Since the beginnin', I entered the bidness'
Of tryin' to rhyme until I get me a million
Try be nice just to get in where I fit in
Til I realized that I don’t fit in with this business
Now I’m switchin' the mission
After i learned how much of yourself you give up just to be on television I mean
Picture me chillin' In a chinchilla
Shit if did then my uncle billy would fly here to gimme lickens
Like what the fuck you thinkin', so I’m the lickens
Both of your parents should have given to their children
Still I’m persistent it’s a similar feelin'
When you hit the pacific you sinkin' or swimmin'
I’m thinkingly different
Bitch I go hard, since the O Dog, I swear I done told all society
I’m a be a muthafuckin' menace til I’m finished
And I didn’t so you bitches gonna get it
Dear hara was the start of it all
All the horror I caused a bunch of old unpono people by opening my heart to
talk in a song
And making us all equals
Watching the impacts, of these words when I spit raps, chit chat,
this isn’t a diss track, this facts
Locals that don’t know how it really goes so aunties and uncles be like «boy how come you did that?
Let bigons be bigons!»
I send pythons to icons
All of these guys songs that I’m on I feel like I wasted my time on
I been trying to put the HI on while others just use it use it to help get
their shine on
Continue to bite on, right on
I’m doing this so I Z and HI Chief can have bigger platforms to be recognized on
I used to be a stargazer, now I’m just a large laser
Shooting at the sky like Mauna Kea
I spit i spit I stay true to my roots
Electro and techno is cool if it’s you
Go vertical fist pump untz untz
I’m a horizontal fist pump sut sut
I don’t dance Like a dopeman
I sold grams of nose candy off this Notepad
Rewind this rhyme one more time and you’ll find more lines when you go back
like oh snap
Am I, supposed to sell out to edm and start treating them like they were my
core fans?
Bitch I’ll send king kekai a case of green bottles and tell him no can
Self proclaimed King who? I don’t call anybody king unless it’s really in their
name like my man duke
Your group names «oof?»
Designed in the same art lettering as the information album by the Blue Scholars
Ironically also named oof?
Pshhhhh so shame you
I’m an Angry Local you cannot tell me what for do
I’m just your karma catching up to you
I’m an Angry Local you cannot tell me what for do
I Am your karma catching up to you
I’m the difference between an artist and an entertainer.
And an entertainer
Whoa that sounds dope
Ok back to what I’m sayin Brah
On the radio they try to sell me as a rap sanga to clients
But I’m not going to give up the one thang that keeps me sane cause these beats
is the last thang
I have that turns my pains into flames with all this pent up anger
I could’ve been a banger
No stranger to danger
To hustlaz and gangstas
This piece is penned with the pain of Queen Lili’uokalani trapped in her chamber
You can buy the oil, buy the drill
You can’t buy the well, it’s not for sale
It’s my angel in hell
There’s no price on yourself
Like David chapelle
He gave up millions the answer
We paid for Mic Tre to come home ourselves so we could properly do the Mayjah
Rayjah
Then they gave us a 5 minute set at 5 in the afternoon I guess the mayjahs
played us
If it wasn’t for AGN we wouldn’t even have even made the stage but
It is what it is… I'm just sayin
Cause we promoted the show hard and I feel like they ain’t repay the favor
When promoters won’t book you cause you say fuck too much
And you talk about how you fuck too much
So they won’t support you even though the public does
So fuck you very much
BE scared of us we’re FOR the unjust
And we’ll be a gang of Angry Locals til they bury us
Like back in eighteen eighty seven
In hawaii Facing threats of Bayonets
I am not Afraid of death
Illing to be Laid to rest
Sanford’s a greedy bastard
For the things that they had stole
But history repeats itself cause them then to them now
Well they both did it for the dole (dough)
You know when I bust this it’s poetic justice
I’m the painful truth of what you’re feeling deep inside ya
Skill with the quill and I’m killin at will
You are witnessing my ambitions as a writer
Jawaiian is chill
But brah This is the deal
I have a different appeal
It’s Still fuck what you feel
Even kings can be killed even Kings can be killed
And Why be a god… when you can be real