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Lethal Poetics (feat. Alex Lad & R.E.A.L.252) Video (MV)






Kyd - Lethal Poetics (feat. Alex Lad & R.E.A.L.252) Lyrics
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They see me out here tryna live different
Walk around this bitch with my head high and my chin lifted
I walk the path in life that gives friction
Cause when you working like a dog for what you got I swear it hits different
Accomplishments not always monetary
Peace inside my mind kind of like a monastery
I have to leave a legacy when I'm gone and buried
But I'm not telling you the details
Cause you don't got to know shit, see now
I'm still getting down to business
Go figure as soon as I started to get on my shit then I found the critics
It's funny how life works like that
I think its really time that I strike back
They'll never know my next move
They comparing checkers to chess moves
I get rude, plenty of shit that I've done I should probably confess to
But I'm feeling good, brain's fully calibrated
F*ck an allegation and f*ck your validation
Only been me from the start, I won't quit now
I see the way that they been overlooking me that's why I don't want to sit down
No question, I was born stressing
This type of skill got me sitting in my own section
Comfort killing me, I go through shit willingly
To make sure I'm still a beast, I shit on beats
Its still a breeze, they will agree
I'm feeling fantastic, spit it like acid
All my verses cold as winter time in Aspen
Sit aligned with Alex, finally intertwined and active
You been advised to slide your pen aside and dash, it's
Enactments of an offensive primed to smash with
Pyroclastics, entire brackets minimized to ash, this
Brashness, sending signs to rap cliques
End is nigh, the masses identify you lack this
Pizazz, bitch, dispatches design a neat enterprise of assassins
With erratic minds that breed genocides if you ask them
The patterns be stoking the psycho been
Mean flowing for mic smoking
Deeboing you tykes, stoking
Beef so I'm in flight showing
Weak poets their heights low on
These totems I'm quite known in
Each zone I'm the type chosen
To lead, go and repo each foe in my sight
Open egos of these schmoes, delete those with a slight motion
Yeah bitch, my oratory's blessed
Former form had left the earth, of course what's next
Is just to be observed through words reborn a mesh
Merging Norman Bates with a Hermann Goring esque
Tyrant, who can rhyme sick as a Lord Finesse
After pores ingest all the spores of CordyCeps
Swarm and thwart your set, swords absorb the flesh
Then torch your corpse once the horrorcore's possessed
The tape's Satans raised in, not maintaining containment
It's gateways to graves if melees have been sanctioned
I glow at large to stay, go carve a lane
While the only mark you made is your brain painting the pavement
Think about it for a second
I am not the one you wanna view just for discretion
More for lessons, apocalyptic bringing Armageddon thru the bars
Soft outside but at my core aggression
While the Lord is blessing
I'll receive this easily
Like STDs in raw sex wit no more protection
Ew, switch the rhyme scheme
I'm pillaging villages, visuals villainous, you can view me like a viking
Hard to raise, but my mom was patient
I been rowdy never calm adjacent
See the future *smack* tell me what my palm is saying
All black, straight leather seats I'll whip it like a dominatrix
I got them skills that youll never believe
Lyrical ninja, I make maneuvers you will never notice me
Haters asking how I grow a seed?
Came rooted from the dirt, watch me sprout as I'm watering my poetry
Check it, this is that lethal poetics
F*ck around and be the next deceased on the record
Check it, this is that lethal poetics
F*ck around and be the next deceased on the record
Check it, this is that lethal poetics
F*ck around and be the next deceased on the record
Check it, this is that lethal poetics
F*ck around and be the next deceased on the record
Check it, this is that lethal poetics
F*ck around and be the next deceased on the record
Yeah, this is that lethal poetics
Yeah, this is that lethal poetics
Yeah, this is that lethal poetics
F*ck around and be the next deceased on the record
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They see me out here tryna live different
Walk around this bitch with my head high and my chin lifted
I walk the path in life that gives friction
Cause when you working like a dog for what you got I swear it hits different
Accomplishments not always monetary
Peace inside my mind kind of like a monastery
I have to leave a legacy when I'm gone and buried
But I'm not telling you the details
Cause you don't got to know shit, see now
I'm still getting down to business
Go figure as soon as I started to get on my shit then I found the critics
It's funny how life works like that
I think its really time that I strike back
They'll never know my next move
They comparing checkers to chess moves
I get rude, plenty of shit that I've done I should probably confess to
But I'm feeling good, brain's fully calibrated
F*ck an allegation and f*ck your validation
Only been me from the start, I won't quit now
I see the way that they been overlooking me that's why I don't want to sit down
No question, I was born stressing
This type of skill got me sitting in my own section
Comfort killing me, I go through shit willingly
To make sure I'm still a beast, I shit on beats
Its still a breeze, they will agree
I'm feeling fantastic, spit it like acid
All my verses cold as winter time in Aspen
Sit aligned with Alex, finally intertwined and active
You been advised to slide your pen aside and dash, it's
Enactments of an offensive primed to smash with
Pyroclastics, entire brackets minimized to ash, this
Brashness, sending signs to rap cliques
End is nigh, the masses identify you lack this
Pizazz, bitch, dispatches design a neat enterprise of assassins
With erratic minds that breed genocides if you ask them
The patterns be stoking the psycho been
Mean flowing for mic smoking
Deeboing you tykes, stoking
Beef so I'm in flight showing
Weak poets their heights low on
These totems I'm quite known in
Each zone I'm the type chosen
To lead, go and repo each foe in my sight
Open egos of these schmoes, delete those with a slight motion
Yeah bitch, my oratory's blessed
Former form had left the earth, of course what's next
Is just to be observed through words reborn a mesh
Merging Norman Bates with a Hermann Goring esque
Tyrant, who can rhyme sick as a Lord Finesse
After pores ingest all the spores of CordyCeps
Swarm and thwart your set, swords absorb the flesh
Then torch your corpse once the horrorcore's possessed
The tape's Satans raised in, not maintaining containment
It's gateways to graves if melees have been sanctioned
I glow at large to stay, go carve a lane
While the only mark you made is your brain painting the pavement
Think about it for a second
I am not the one you wanna view just for discretion
More for lessons, apocalyptic bringing Armageddon thru the bars
Soft outside but at my core aggression
While the Lord is blessing
I'll receive this easily
Like STDs in raw sex wit no more protection
Ew, switch the rhyme scheme
I'm pillaging villages, visuals villainous, you can view me like a viking
Hard to raise, but my mom was patient
I been rowdy never calm adjacent
See the future *smack* tell me what my palm is saying
All black, straight leather seats I'll whip it like a dominatrix
I got them skills that youll never believe
Lyrical ninja, I make maneuvers you will never notice me
Haters asking how I grow a seed?
Came rooted from the dirt, watch me sprout as I'm watering my poetry
Check it, this is that lethal poetics
F*ck around and be the next deceased on the record
Check it, this is that lethal poetics
F*ck around and be the next deceased on the record
Check it, this is that lethal poetics
F*ck around and be the next deceased on the record
Check it, this is that lethal poetics
F*ck around and be the next deceased on the record
Check it, this is that lethal poetics
F*ck around and be the next deceased on the record
Yeah, this is that lethal poetics
Yeah, this is that lethal poetics
Yeah, this is that lethal poetics
F*ck around and be the next deceased on the record
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