Kumayl - First Kick (Meantv Freestyle) Lyrics

Yo it's your favourite slipper ninja,
If you're listening I'm banging your sister,
Know I have the utmost respect when I'm in her,
Cause she love it when I spit,
(Uh)
I'm so drunk with the rhythms,
Like Khaled mubarak,
And I be sitting in my kitchen like a Dali on chronic,
DimWitted,
Hold off on the comments,
Unless you came to listen,
To both these cunts bomb shit,
I'm a rank tonic,
Maybe seen in burgendy,
Your mums favourite rapper was tone-loc,
Until she heard of me,
Flawless when you see me step and destroy the beat,
Taunting,
Anybody thinking they can work like we,
Its that wild wild thing,
Its that wild thing,
With that wild wild swing,
With that wild swing,
Make your party jump and kick,
With the mic in my grip,
Nothing quite like this prick,
So slick with the vision,
Gotta grind to though,
Drive is relentless when I fine tune flows,
Bystanders headless and I ain't try bro,
Gotta cash in your chips before you hit lows,
All we done is grow,
Etch our name into the post,
Dojo coming here,
Creeping reaching for that gold,
Its our standard,
Top hat on with a steam punk hand gun,
Laying down a couple more sad cunts,
I'm a cancer,
Held all your styles ransom,
Jus K's bonanza laid into a stanza,
You're like McCauley and Michael in a hamper,
Played out mate wanna know who's the master,
Question in the brain and you know I'm the answer,
Questioning your aim and I'm lying in my laughter,
Shitting on your chest while you're crawling in your pampers,
Yea you f*cking bastards

Have you checked your closet lately,
I've been hanging with your skeletons and going crazy,
Mainly,
You been pushing daisies,
Left in the hole that I placed in the cemetery,
Memory of everything,
You're thinking you're my enemy,
But honestly you're stepping to the court,
I'm the king,
Cause the kinship rings,
And you're the jester's bitch,
When the beat sings,
DimWitted rise to big things,
Hold back,
Not fat stacks,
We mastered the sword style plastered,
Cast curses in cursive,
No wordsmith that mattered,
Step to the lexicon of lost shit,
Speaking from a heart of a sensei craft more honest profits,
I'm off it,
Pour one out for my innocence,
When the liquor's going down I feel forgiveness,
I miss the buzz,
I'm still gagging for that higher rush,
Got coke 50 mate its mad raw stuff,
When I puff puff,
I feel lifted,
Rose from the stupor,
Looser move
A social groove,
That lubricates my abstract,
Until I spill my guts a 2,
And throw prolific dumb abuse,
Until it gets a bit to ruthless,
But if the shoe fits,
Walk a mile then come back with new perspectives,
Grab a pen and record all these lessons,
School of DW's in session,
Vocal chords are gifted from the heavens,
Wasted potential if you seen it,
Corrupted by a snare a kick a deeper meaning,
We're the heathens that are hidden in your blindside,
Flip the game with this lyrical muay thai