Lyrics kev's break - Little Stranger

kev's break

You’re now rocking with the half centaur, half man
Climbing out the trash can with a half cocked plan
Full cock in his hands got jock full of jams
Motor mouth in the south, mustache for your girl to crash land… on
Just playing i’m sorry mom
The general in general when I’m dropping these bombs
The cheerleader, rear-eater, beer-breather, here neither there
Maybe you should go grab the pom pom
Now whodunnit?
my crew run it, it’s so stunning
Killing all these mics while calling it jewel running
Fools want it but they never gunna get a taste
Thy deliberate and hat while i’m taking the cake
I’m never fake, quantized or baby bite sized
I’m rah rah shish boom bah giving you hype lines
Hive mind, control everything in my sight lines
9 times out of 9 i spit the rhymes fine
The next gen of the x-men don’t make me flex man
Knock you ass out with my left hand
Can you even hear this shit it’s a def jam
Yes mam, undefeated heathen from the best land
Just sayin, i think i need a mimosa
2 bonafide beauties and my own roller coaster
A smart ass sucka, never do what he supposed to
I never put a drink on a coaster
So i may have black thoughts but i always questlove
When you dealing with the roots well you better call hub
From a city, big willy straight brotherly love
Where they always bringing ruckus or sweepin under the rugs
Watch me level up bringing a brotha to chuck
I got a taste of the world but it’s never enough
Got a face like an ace no calling the bluff
Won’t get erased like a fade y’all gone in a puff
A paper chase but this game ain’t troubling us
So make a claim of your space and double it up
Double trouble i’m here to burst bubbles
2 live of a crew 2 nice to be subtle
2 high of view 2 guys one struggle
2 times the tunes 2 times the knuckles
And yo i’m super sonic, a hype demonic
Pyscho on a spree, straight polyphonic
Mister molly whopping got me wild on chronic
Jiggity jive junkies got me hooked on phonics
Cut the nonsense, gimme the crown
King of the sound, rest of y’all send in the clowns
Figure it out, do a little jig and then bounce
Put your back out baby finna spin it around
Oh, sweet jesus, gimme your visas
I’m a globetrotter know a lotta bad mona lisas
Like tariq trotter gotta show em all where the seed is
Like a freak on leash sheesh who needs a feature?
Great googly moogly
Go ahead and just google me
Man i spit it so beautifully
And its so far from new to me
I finesse with the fluency
Beating bars up so brutally
Steady headed for nudity
Big in booty communities
And if you still don’t like me
You better get a second opinion on who i might be
Better check ya head i do not take this rapping lightly
Kidding with these kittens you smitten come on and bite me
Politely dumping my ego bc im fine
I even let johnny spit the fucking last line