Uh, yeah! Ladies and gentlemen, Please welcome the underground champion of the world He goes by the name MGK, and his flow is timeless Uh, I let it breathe a lil bit You all have been sleeping on me so long I let you get a couple more Zs Fuck it! Look It goes K -E double L-S straight from H-E double L-S In the same league with a double VS Tim West, can I talk my shit? Hold up, It goes C to the izz-L, E all Dizz-ay... This is for my people that's working for low pizz-ay Birthin' 'em in the hood where they jerking 'em This is dirt cheap living, that's why we're selling soap Tell them come and get it Politicians are gimmicks, Obama didn't do shizz-it Mitt Romney can suck a dizz-ick You know how the fuck I spit it You got a problem then spill it Matter of fact you like Ben Stiller, There's Something About Mary When you get balls, zip it! I speak on what I'm living I'm my city's mortician I kill any resident to bring my dreams to fruition Speaking of fruit, I'm in Heaven Mixing OG with lemon On my reverend I was on my airport twenty saggin' my denim Taking 747's to the UK like Lennon Tell them to pre-order my album, that shit probably selling And they're probably yellin', and I probably tellin' you If you heard a hater get cracked, it was probably his melon Uh, and if there's smoke, then I'm probably inhalin' I'm a rock star, they're looking like that's probably Van Halen Now who's best? Him yes, Tim West Spin this, back 50 times like Olympian gymnast Boy I'm a G, I make the queen my mistress With rhymes so dope, that I failed my piss test (Uh, hold up, I don't think they got it, lemme reiterate Tim West, I said, I said) Who's best? Him yes, Tim West Spin this, back 50 times like Olympian gymnast Boy, I'm a G, I make the queen my mistress And my rhymes so dope, that I failed my piss test And this just strictly from my teenage mistfits From low class districts of which I've witnessed Now here's my wish list: Rolex, Benzes, bottles, bitches Haters, dismissed! Uh, uh, now before, alright! Before we ever do this shit I'mma just tell that Eminem murdered this shit Ten times better than a mother fucker like me could ever murder it But I'mma just pick it as it's knees, mother fucker And make it hard for him to walk You know what I'm saying? So fuck it! Look, look! Watch as I claim my position on this road to perdition Envisioning my revisions during this brief intermission Just let it breathe Uh, my introduction to this game is essential Never exaggerated publicly, I'm stretching the mental Keeping it simple, why stop? Let me move with the tempo Experience the innuendos coming out of my dental I'm a politician with a beautiful vision I see my opening, let me make the incision, I'm the newest addition M-G killa killa Kells I rock wells spitting that fire from a living hell Tell me who's real.. Cleveland, what's up? Cleveland, what's up?...Lace up, check Now people fear what they don't understand Well my community comprehends grams, uh We do what we can, picturing a better living so I'm driven like Benz Live, learn and keep growing, that's the theory of man Expose my flows, poetry flowing uncontrollably I'm the positive exterior while y'all is just a ho in me Hopefully what? No, I kill with my songs My weapon of choice is my voice, so I'm strap 'til I'm gone And I'm gone, Kells I got more bars than a jail I got more heat than the sun itself You would think i was a member of hell You would think I didn't have any manners The way I use this beat for myself And if anyone of you got a problem then lemme call Tim West on the cell and we'll tell you Kells is the man with the plan With like one, two iron rings on his hand And this is for the fans in the stands That held me down from the start, bitch, and this the end!
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