Buddy1231 - Kaioken Lyrics

Over heads like Frederic Weis I'm Vince Carter
My pens sharper than getting hit by 6 archers
A sick author, your shit's fragile I hit harder
And pierce armor, ill off the top like sick barbers
Your chicks garbage, my chicks badder than Ms. Parker
I been starving, swallowing souls of skilled artists
A willed pauper, grinding on til a mill's prospered
The quill jotter, outta this world like Krill martians
My clique slaughters niggaz that's hard as crips walking
Ya clique's softer than shit, Pardon my french, dog and
Each play this gets colder than chilling with Chris Martin
I got what ya'll need can call it Biz Markin
A marksman with bars that's Bond as Pierce Brosnan
A Deadshot like I was brought up within Argus
Can't see me but can feel me as deep as thick cartilage
Ya'll thought I was saucin nah I'm square as milk cartons
Young Urkle spitting verses killing mics more than
Purple Ribbon, nerd turned villain, got critics
Wordless nitpicking work like listen the boy
Is dope as shit but could work on mixing
And as my circles thin I'm hurting feelings cuz if you weren't
Rehearsing with ya worthless bitch so don't expect
Performing shit or awarded when you haven't even
Searched or listened the nerve of niggaz anyways
I'm worth the listen more Detroit than Vernors sipping
Preserve the visions from Herc to Kendrick and even tho my
Words are vicious I'm reserved and chilling but if you
Unearth the Crimson Gem you're finished Dog It's
Absurd I'm hidden, I at least deserve a mention if I
Slurred my lyrics maybe I'd earn attention or if I
Swirled and tinted some dreads I'd learn to fit in with a
Herd of niggaz that's why I'm obscured to millions
Kay okay okay okay okay o kaioken
I don't give a damn if you bang that glock
I don't give a damn if you slang that rock
Kay okay okay okay okay o kaioken
I don't give a damn high like clouds
I just give a damn if over 9 thou like
Kay okay okay okay okay o kaioken
I don't give a damn if you bang that glock
I don't give a damn if you slang that rock
Kay okay okay okay okay o kaioken
I don't give a damn high like clouds
I just give a damn if over 9 thou like
Still a nobody like Roxas, yeah
Prolly cuz I lacked the confi-dence
Cuz all of ya'll doubted my progress, yeah
Now I'm taking over like colo-nists
My products are getting more polished, yeah
Resurrecting the game like Common Sense
Just being modest I'd cause an apocalypse
Slaughtering novices in all the continents
I'ma grim Reaper with penmanship, with ink that's venomous
Hoe I flow sweeter than insulin
Peep's need to listen, I see any minute
My team reign supreme with a reach beyond infinite
We the BEETniks are Vegetas to Krillins,
A genius to dimwits, A beast with no limit,
Sink teeth into simpletons, feast on their spirits
And leave the debris of regimes in the distance
No MC can see me or my rhymes
Cuz ya'll tryna compete but I haven't the time
See I'm tryna body my previous lines
I'm ahead of my time, ya'll like 3 seats behind
Look I'm lethal with rhymes, your ink is benign
You're me if divided and decreased by Pi
You're fecal to I the most feeble of minds
If you are an MC the term need be revised
I been dope with a pencil shit I scribble
Has potential to be a mythical symbol
My mentals are sick and fresh as mentos
Skill is abysmal watch me blow like missles
I'm Tryna whip Benzo's skip Sorrento's
I'ma be heard louder than 6 crescendo
If I'm not number 1 I'm at least within 2
I've been cruel as ginsu's ya'll soft as tissues