Kaze Jones - K.O. (feat. Manchureon, Solomon WOOK & Chow Mane) Lyrics

Lyrics K.O. (feat. Manchureon, Solomon WOOK & Chow Mane) - Kaze Jones



Yo
Yo
Gimme space, and back it up
Battlestar Galactica
I will smash your face into the floor like I was Gallagher
Dusty crates I'm reppin', you can greet me as ambassador
Reign on lands, I'm making plans
I'll cut you out and stack it up
Dual swords, one in the mouth
I'm that myth they talk about
Hit the stage and rock the crowd
I'll pick you up and toss you out
Throwing bows, I box you out
J-R-C, I say it proud
I'm that monster lurking in the sewers, I rep underground
We connected, young and reckless
We the brown chip in the Chex Mix
Seasoned vets up on the guestlist, massacre without the Texas
Hit me up, just on the low
I will take over the globe
Show your palms, the world is yours
I'm blowing bombs, I'm taking wars
Flowin' bars without the soap
Holding arms, rinse out the dome
You are dirt, you scrubbed so hard, you washed up, and you dried the dope
Hitting frees, I'm Mr. Clean
Spitting shine on disbelief
Allergic to your bullshit, rap like I'm on antihistamines
You don't really want it
While you hittin' on me for nothing, better get up off me
Chillin', vibing with my possé
I will snap in a second, and if you ever cross it
You don't really want it
While you hittin' on me for nothing, better get up off me
Chillin', vibing with my possé
I will snap in a second, and if you ever cross it
Had to stitch up, put a cast on my lazy bones (Shit)
Say, "What's good" to WOOK and then go dap up my man, Kaze Jones (What's good)
Hate your tone, back up six feet, you in the danger zone (Woah)
Should have watched your back, whoever told you, my ass came alone (Hah)
It's all good, you can keep the whole bill
I don't need no change
Know what I'm saying, okay
Feel the gas the propane, Chow Mane
Leading up the charge, he ain't got no breaks
Know what I'm saying (Yeah)
Yeah, uh
I'm high talking, so high, I'm sky walking
I seem to be nearly spending more time with my mind, pausing, yo (Wait)
Aye, let me warm up, take a few rounds of practice shots (Uh)
'Cause I'm so high, bruh, I think I'm higher than Travis Scott (I'm high as fuck)
I rather not take the path where I see cabbage rots
I rather block than take the charge when you attack the spot (Yeah)
I'll laugh it off if you miss the shot when I pass the rock
I laugh a lot 'cause it's funny when I can spot the fox
You don't really want it
While you hittin' on me for nothing, better get up off me
Chillin', vibing with my possé
I will snap in a second, and if you ever cross it
You don't really want it
While you hittin' on me for nothing, better get up off me
Chillin', vibing with my possé
I will snap in a second, and if you ever cross it
Address me as your elder, those of you who don't impress me
Flexing what you didn't earn, just count your parent's blessings
Following the current trends, so who are you expressing?
Then fade away in people's brains, just what were you expecting?
I'm in it for the long haul, so go rent a truck
I smoke the leaves off of clovers, and hope for better luck
Now we teeming in the streets, see the riots, run amok
If you say A-C-A-B, then I know you know what's up
That's enough
I fucked around and was successful
A machine that accidentally passed the bechdel
We play the same game, but reaching different levels
I went through the Seven Hells and defeated the Devil
Speak of the Devil, the government still owes me twelve hundred dollars, so
Now how I'm feeling is that song by Rihanna
'Cause those bitches better have my money
Fuck a tax credit, they could pay me through my Venmo, Cash App, or debit (Aye, yeah)
I'm in California sweatin' in this Montclair coat
Forty years ago, my family came here on a boat
Lately, I feel like, "Fuck the world", I pull her hair, grab her throat
Look at this necklace, came a long way from broke
Cold nights, extra blankets if you want it, come and take it
Pork belly on the stove, you never see me cooking bacon
Shorty naked in an apron, while I'm counting up blue faces
When she goin' home to you, that's my Gabbana on her fragrance
Smell familiar, don't it?
Hah
Aye, so show me my opponent
You don't know how long I've waited for this moment
The rope is getting tighter, and I'm focused
I'm a fighter, Hidden Tiger flow, it's open season on anybody who want it
Baby, what you gonna do, what you gotta say, what you gotta prove?
If it ain't about this paper, bitch move
I'm stomping on some heads in these thousand dollar shoes
That's your girl, you known forever, I'm the one she gonna choose
Aye
Aye, it's a knockout, homie
You don't really want it
While you hittin' on me for nothing, better get up off me
Chillin', vibing with my possé
I will snap in a second, and if you ever cross it
You don't really want it
While you hittin' on me for nothing, better get up off me
Chillin', vibing with my possé
I will snap in a second, and if you ever cross it



Writer(s): A. Koshimune, A. Zhao, C. Yan, W. Jin


Kaze Jones - The Alumni EP
Album The Alumni EP
date of release
27-12-2021



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