Lyrics
It’s the Young King Fame bitch
Introduction as Young King Fame, asserting dominance
The way I be spitting these flames hit
Expressing the impact of his intense rap delivery
They bit every other rapper that’s that lame shit
Critiquing other rappers for copying, lacking originality
Leave you rearranged quick, my flow is so dangerous, youl be catching flagrants
Claiming the ability to swiftly alter someone's situation with his powerful flow, warning about its danger
I’m ballin on you
Reiterating dominance and success in the rap game
It’s the King Fame bitch
Repeating the earlier lines, emphasizing his prowess, originality, and impact as King Fame
The way I be spitting these flames hit
-They bit every other rapper that’s that lame shit
-Leave you rearranged quick, my flow is so dangerous, youl be catching flagrants
-I’m ballin on you
-It’s the King Fame
-The way I be spitting this shit magical, rap skills very tactical, damage you
-Wanna battle King Fame, that shit ain’t practical
-Calculated, mathematical
-I’m leaving you inflated, your headpiece decapitated
-This generation of rappers looking like desperation
-I’m penetration shorty and her body’s levitatin
-Underestimatin my reputation is runnin out of expiration
-Im comin out the basement like I’m Jason
-Chasin this bag that’s why I’m cashin checks, breakin necks
-Goldberg that’s I’m sayin who’s next
-Don’t give a fuck about my ex or the next chick
-Either way I’m slidin thru that box like it’s Tetris
-Now who’s the set dip, meant say Dipset, Diplomats
-King Fames rearranging this fucken track
-It’s like Dark Man X rappin on Damien
-Ya girl stretched like a gymnasium, I’m packin out the stadium
-Rhymes off the top of the cranium
-Bars are so tough it’s like they bulilt like titanium
-Maniac, have you loosin sleep like An insomniac
-Rage Against the Machine, this a motherfuckin bomb track
-King Fame bitch
-The way I be spitting these flames hit
-They bit every other rapper that’s that lame shit
-Leave you rearranged quick, my flow is so dangerous, youl be catching flagrants
-I’m ballin on you
-It’s the King Fame bitch
-The way I be spitting these flames hit
-They bit every other rapper that’s that lame shit
-Leave you rearranged quick, my flow is so dangerous, youl be catching flagrants
-I’m ballin on you
-It’s the King Fame
-Part 2, that means I’m rappin the sequel, I’m more knievel than evil
-Your raps skills arent equal.
-I’m lethal when it comes to spitting rhyme skemes
-I’m bright like high beams. I’m Mike Jordan and your Spike Lee
-But this is part 3, the last of the trilogy
-My bars are from right here to infinity
-And She’s a blood sucker, Blade Trinity
-Some of this shit was written but most of it was just spittin free
-God damn, you must be kiddin me
-Murderin all these similies, critically, have you in the middle of little Italy
-Punisher said it, I’m coming to get it, your gonna regret it
-I’m blowing up like Armageddon
-So it’s safe to say I decimated this track, my demonstration of rap
-Left you cremated that’s a fact
-My art of war is eating rappers like a carnivores
-Hardcore, forever carry on like its Manowar
-I better shut this shit down just like I’m closin shop, golden watch
-I’ll be buzzin soon just like a soda pop
-From the start, I been rippin tracks apart
-I will put you in a sharp shooter
-King Fame Hitman Hart
-King Fame bitch
-The way I be spitting these flames hit
-They bit every other rapper that’s that lame shit
-Leave you rearranged quick, my flow is so dangerous, youl be catching flagrants
-I’m ballin on you
-It’s the King Fame bitch
-The way I be spitting these flames hit
-They bit every other rapper that’s that lame shit
-Leave you rearranged quick, my flow is so dangerous, youl be catching flagrants
-I’m ballin on you
-It’s the King Fame
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