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KA
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Iron Age
[Featuring:Roc Marciano]
[Hook x2:Ka] Born in a sinning place, mourned and been at wakes Scorned the grinning jakes; it's on, I send the apes Generate cake scraped off dinner plates Niggas wanna be tough; it's us they imitate
[Verse 1: Ka] Me and my chrome hip, lone clip; put in work, won't quit My word is bond; yours won't stick Long as it's dough to grab, I'mma hold a mac Load the bag, 'til I'm a helmet and a folded flag Lone peasant, roam desert, no canteens See if a hand green; did dirt, so can't clean In time you'll see a thin line between friend and rival Between you and me, stupidity and men's bravado Almost died trynna make paper, not pacifiable (?) Mac-10's reliable in fight mode on that night road Zoned out on the block, cops' ice sold Raw covering the door; suffering more like Job There's a flashback: stash packs by the light pole Recipe: desperately press keys like I write code No typo; I'm quick-witted, you type slow Promoters call me Moses by how I spark and leave, notice Coming through the crowd, my staff parts the sea Make fly jams for live fans that's hard to please Use Bally trainers (?) while I parry, feint, bob, and weave In rough waters, niggas boat; I stay and never waver Y'all all sweet; I'm all unique with a better flavor If my phonetics don't take, I'mma net a caper Carry heat, reppin' Hull Street and Decatur Stayed in hell all my life; I need heaven's visa Know what's right, but won't change overnight like Ebenezer
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Roc Marciano] I'm flattered; guys are fried ad battered Housewives are battered, knives are jagged When it's static, bring and automatic to combat it I hit the henny like it's padded; you panic Three from the cannon trample you like a wooly mammoth The minivan vanished, I burn 'til my eyes slanted Me and Ka set a higher standard The money got sent through a wire transfer Ferrari body like exotic dancers' Eat you from the inside like cancer I'm a panther, you real prissy and pampered Lyrically, to me, you're a pamper My stanzas, I gotta hand 'em out to fiends like samplers But honestly, I should've went to Stanford But what I learned from scrambling ain't in the pamphlet Gotta keep a tool like repairman (yep) Can't afford to be and move careless Niggas'll put that Mac-10 to your spare ribs You heard the prophet spoke I'm from the projects; to get by, sold dope Had high hopes for folks that got high on coke Who used to be responsible adults Fell from grace, in love with the way freebase taste From the hood to L.I. to B.K
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