Kemet

These rap ni***s fakes and gimmicks
I’m deadly like the plagues in Kemet
N***** praise the image
At greater grace God gave forgiveness
I’m like Popeye wit a plate a spinach
After grace was given
Dennis Coles when his face is hidden
Ya taste in women is the taste of chitlen
Ni*** my taste is different
Mo money mo problems like Mase was spittin'
I’m Bad Boy like Jordan when he faced the Pistons
These ni***s can’t hang with me no racist lynchin'
They better off tryna pray repentin' they was Christian
I race the distance me winnin' is a safe prediction
My game is sold while ya game is given pay attention
To blind ni***s can’t explain the vision
Lo rugby with the grey-ish stitchin'
Waves is spinnin'
My music played while they wraith was driven playas listen
I age like wine y’all age like Caucasian women
Uh
And You ain’t even my mans
Get of the meat in my pants
Defeat ya clan with the strength in my hands
For me to speak I need three to five bands
I need that green in my hands
The head of tables in the meetings I stand
The reason I am
Prestigious is the genius I have
Esteemed in my class
These rappers can’t compete with my ass
Gardeners express all the snakes that they seen in my grass
From all The places that I’ve seen in my past
From Europe, Malaysia the Middle East have seen what I’ve had
They can tell you about the raps I used to squeeze in my pad
The schemes that I brag
Was Better den-im genes and my swag
Got women with the same features that they seen in my Dad
Hustlers movements
Krush Grooves like Russell was doin'
Muscles petrudin' against me they accustomed to losin'
Puffin' a Cuban while painted nails unbutton the suit and
Ni*** I’m the real thing you is just an illusion
Bustin and shootin'
My hit man was trusted to do it
Runnin' and movin'
I saw niggas scuffin' the Ewing’s
I heard ya music but i wasn’t influenced
Ya flow need a dozen improvements
But it doesn’t improve
Bitch