K Jr Kaze - Flyer Level Lyrics

K Jr Kaze - Flyer Level 2017 video edit

Intro

(hahaha)
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with us now/
Kodak on the beat baby/
K Jr Kaze what it do?/
It ain't fair what we bout to do to the rap game now/
Nobody wants to step in the ring/
Coz I'll knock them the f*ck out with my punchlines/
(Rigo Melo)
Ya dig? hahaa/



Verse 1

I came in this game/
& I made it moan/
I hit it's G-spot & I got it in the zone/
Ma word play addictive like four-play/
With a chick, bitch/
Got it in a figure-four leg lock/
Prone to my dick/
I make rain heavy/
Ma dough getting thick/
Ma saliva is deadly/
I kill when I spit/
So call me a medic/
My rhymes getting sick/
Though it's never contagious/
It's so unique/
I'm hard like sliver/
I shine like a river/
You'll drown in ma flow/
Coz you can't swim nigga/
I'll have comp' (competition) smashed/
Like a banana split/
I'll kick you in the ass/
Leave my shoe there for weeks/
I walk over rappers/
And jump on a beat/
And land in the sky with the world at ma feet/
Yeh we fly, higher than a spaceship/
We walk with our heads high/
Like a facelift/

Chorus

We see you hatin' us/
But we so far off your ground /
We levitating this/
So you'll never pull us down/
You are so beneath/
You can never reach/
Or try to shoot us down/
We on some fly shit now/

Verse 2

I don't mean to be cocky but who gon' stop me/
I feel like I'm the only male in this chicken pen/
Coz they see me as a mate/
& they see you as a friend/
See the mans up here/
The legends in ma pants/
Serious though history's in the making/
With a flow shine like gold/
There's no faking/
It's real karats/
& you just imitators/
You say what I say/
Then repeat like a parrot/
I'm hard to copy/
See my style never sloppy/
You niggaz improper/
I rhyme properly/
& you don't wana beef/
Coz you weak like broccoli/
Knock haters out/
With a hook like rocky
More punchlines in a ring/
Than boxing/
A KO kinda flow/
When you cross me/
Y'all spectators, so please take a seat/
Wait for the encore coz you know we the shit/

Chorus

We see you hatin' us/
But we so far off your ground /
We levitating this/
So you'll never pull us down/
You are so beneath/
You can never reach/
Or try to shoot us down/
We on some fly shit now/

V3

Kodak & Jr. Kaze/
A crazy combination/
Getting niggaz f*cked/
Like pussy penetration/
The beats fukin' your ears/
Coz the rhymes so orgasmic/
Getting your speakers wet/
So call it rhyme sex/
Who could ever wriggle a flow/
With twists in between spits/
And sick metaphors/
Make haters depressed/
They slice wrists like a used whore/
Coz we so after/
And you so before/
A new era of terror/
A lyrical G-Force/
Words flying around/
Strapped with C4/
So try catch my words/
Alive with the pin off/
And if you detonate/
It's because we the real bomb/
We explosive, blowin' rap to portions/
Never on the same shit/
Coz we flush the toilet/
Style with no grip/
You can never hold this/
We are on a flyer level even clouds know this biaatch/

Chorus

We see you hatin' us/
But we so far off your ground /
We levitating this/
So you'll never pull us down/
You are so beneath/
You can never reach/
Or try to shoot us down/
We on some fly shit now/

Outro

Haha
Yeah I told you we are on a Flyer Level/
We so high we pissin' on planes/
And the Clouds are my witness
That's how high we are man/
Kodak's on the beat/
Crazy dude man, crazy dude/
Shout out to my Rigo Melo's/
My south siders/
That's wusup man that's wusup, we out/
This has been a flash moment production/