F*ckin' kill 'em, I'm killin' 'em with the flow
Super villain with skill, yo, I'm ill'er than your bro
It's legitimate now son, I'm coming with the heat
Uncle Bungle bring the beat, whenever he stomp his feet
Boom boom, I'm a killer, microphone wrecker
Wreak havoc on the world whenever I press record
Ready, get set, go
Coming for the gold, you either dead or you let go
Outcast from the rest, like Tech with a red nose
Vocab pristine, place your bet on the best prose
Presto, just give me the green, pesto
To dense for the references, give it a guess though
Stupid, reality check, I'm the next pro
Listen to your effort, that shit is a mess bro
Did you ever respect the game, let me check, no
Only in it for the fame (You) fade away like an echo
S.K. (feat. Soulkeeper) Video (MV)
Performed By: HiddenRoad
Language: English
Length: 2:18
Written by: Andrew Terwilliger, Lawson Smith
HiddenRoad - S.K. (feat. Soulkeeper) Lyrics
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F*ckin' kill 'em, I'm killin' 'em with the flow
Super villain with skill, yo, I'm ill'er than your bro
It's legitimate now son, I'm coming with the heat
Uncle Bungle bring the beat, whenever he stomp his feet
Boom boom, I'm a killer, microphone wrecker
Wreak havoc on the world whenever I press record
Ready, get set, go
Coming for the gold, you either dead or you let go
Outcast from the rest, like Tech with a red nose
Vocab pristine, place your bet on the best prose
Presto, just give me the green, pesto
To dense for the references, give it a guess though
Stupid, reality check, I'm the next pro
Listen to your effort, that shit is a mess bro
Did you ever respect the game, let me check, no
Only in it for the fame (You) fade away like an echo
Super villain with skill, yo, I'm ill'er than your bro
It's legitimate now son, I'm coming with the heat
Uncle Bungle bring the beat, whenever he stomp his feet
Boom boom, I'm a killer, microphone wrecker
Wreak havoc on the world whenever I press record
Ready, get set, go
Coming for the gold, you either dead or you let go
Outcast from the rest, like Tech with a red nose
Vocab pristine, place your bet on the best prose
Presto, just give me the green, pesto
To dense for the references, give it a guess though
Stupid, reality check, I'm the next pro
Listen to your effort, that shit is a mess bro
Did you ever respect the game, let me check, no
Only in it for the fame (You) fade away like an echo
Writer: Andrew Terwilliger, Lawson Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid