King Tatie - Hissy Fit Lyrics

King Tatie
This bar is closed down
I'm closing pro-tools
I'm bouncing this track down
I'm in a physical mind zone
Lyrical psycho
I get more likes on instagram
Than all of your iPhones
These metaphors keep coming
I tell them to shamone
These ad-libs, analogies
My language keeps minds blown
These melodies, I own em
King's on one all alone
You can say my kingdom
Runs all by its lonesome
So you like my flows, style
And the way my tracks pop
I'm king brat, my hissy fit
I tear up my own spot
I'm point guard, the center
Bro, I run all 5 spots
No don't speak
It's king's tracks and king's flow
So king's hot
This door says no entry
And this door, it stays locked
It's musical chairs
But my buttocks in your spot
Pity you young fools
Who sit on your high stool
I roar from my throne
And King roars her own rules
Pity you young fools
Who sit on your high stool
I roar from my throne
And King roars her own rules
This bar is closed down
I'm closing pro-tools
I'm bouncing this track down
This bar is closed down
I'm closing pro-tools
I'm bouncing this track down
Get on my level
Cause I am the top shelf
She cute, but she shares the world all by she self
My flows are so lavish
My rhymes move with chauffeurs
My infinite win streak
Means I won't go over
My vocal battle tested
You can say it's hardened
Excuse you from my presence
Now, beg for king's pardon
Here ye, yes, here ye
I just layed a track down
I buried one more beat
Straight six feet underground
Charles Barkley in my raps
No chance to rebound
The one and only king is here
Her Majesty, bow down
No, I don't own acid
Look how my rhymes dissolve you
You're just a meal
That the king wouldn't dare chew
Pity you young fools
Who sit on your high stool
I roar from my throne
And King roars her own rules
Pity you young fools
Who sit on your high stool
I roar from my throne
And King roars her own rules
This bar is closed down
I'm closing pro-tools
I'm bouncing this track down
This bar is closed down
I'm closing pro-tools
I'm bouncing this track down
No, it's all wrong
Get it out of my sight
Ugh, next
It's so beautiful, so exquisite
I must have one now
In every size and every color please
Because king wants what king gets
Splendid
Mine