paroles de chanson Establishing Dominance - Ka-Flame

None of these rappers want that, SMOKE
Cause my fire, make them choke
I watch them hang themselves, and I provide the rope
Laughing at them ho's, cause they're obviously a joke
Even the richest motherfucker, I make them go for broke
My flow is super cold, hope you niggas got ya coats
Presidential shit bitch, I ain't gotta vote
You either sink or swim, you ain't getting on my boat
Must be smoking dope, better hope that you can float
45's & them Glock 9's, what we like to tote
Don't be talking shit, they might just slice ya throat
I'm against the violence, that's nothing I promote
How you, calling him a Goat?
When I got him taking notes, Fuck Nigga

Can you tell me how you figure, that you realer than Flame?
Check my resume, it should really explain
The years that I put in, all the sacrifices
I paid all my dues, you don't know what price is?
I must confess, I ain't the one to fucking test
50 something albums, but I ain't the one to flex
Left hand on the mic, right hand round ya neck
Give a fuck, if you don't like it
You gone give me my respect, that's a bet

Collecting checks, yea they say that I'm a threat
Still coming with that fire, shit they didn't expect
You thinking I'm gone let, you roll up on the set?
Bitch the name Ka-Flame, and I ain't even broke a sweat
Yet, these nigga's feel, like I'm spose to fall back
Tried to play yo lil album, but it was all whack
Niggas just lying, they say it's all facts
Claiming you the hottest, but you ain't all that
Dropped another single, and yo fans think it's lit?
That let me know off top, that they don't understand shit
You know who you playing with? you best to ask around
Still slanging Flo'caine, I got the best in town motherfucker

Can you tell me how you figure, that you realer than Flame?
Check my resume, it should really explain
The years that I put in, all the sacrifices
I paid all my dues, you don't know what price is?
I must confess, I ain't the one to fucking test
50 something albums, but I ain't the one to flex
Left hand on the mic, right hand round ya neck
Give a fuck, if you don't like it
You gone give me my respect, that's a bet

Shit who messing with me now? that list is looking blank
You think they're realer? I bet them pussy nigga's ain't
I make them faint, cause my temperature is higher
This game getting lame, it tempts me to retire
It's simple to desire, the elevation necessary
But they ain't with it, I know them niggas just as scary
As the last motherfuckers, that they held high
Look you in yo eyes, and they're still quick to tell lies
Don't compare me to them rappers, I'm a different breed
My music's breathtaking, don't forget to breathe
I take them higher and higher, like when you hit the weed
I'm the supplier of fire, I got that shit you need

Can you tell me how you figure, that you realer than Flame?
Check my resume, it should really explain
The years that I put in, all the sacrifices
I paid all my dues, you don't know what price is?
I must confess, I ain't the one to fucking test
50 something albums, but I ain't the one to flex
Left hand on the mic, right hand round ya neck
Give a fuck, if you don't like it
You gone give me my respect, that's a bet