King Fantastic “Lost Art of Killing”
Say buddy you in my lane
You backing up the game, you lame, you want fame
I can give it to you daddy
I ain’t took my meds for weeks and I’m feeling fucking batty
So if I put the tip of this fifth to your dick sucking lips
and I give you the whole clip
Then we both get what we want
You get on the front page and I get one less chump
I encourage all frogs to jump
I heard they taste like chicken and my bitch is in the kitchen
With a pot of hot grease, and a couple side dishes, go figure no meat
Slice this nigga up so we can eat
Killa Reese is on the raps, Troublemaker’s on the beat
You dudes be talking so street
and that talk be sounding tough until you gotta talk to me
The authentic is off limits
You don’t talk to the truth if you talking bout gimmicks
I am the game, I’m not in it
That means 15 years, not 15 minutes nigga
Let’s cheer for the bad guy
Clap when he get away, live to kill another day
Here’s a toast to the cutthroats
Niggas who ain’t on the list that don’t mind gun smoke
To my lifetime criminals
Remind em what fear is, we tired of that weird shit
and if you feeling how i’m feeling
Put your drinks in the air for the lost art of killing
They call me Reese de uno
The sumo, used to push d like Kool Moe
You know, I’m the realest nigga that do this
Gotta a crew of real spitters that will murder this new shit
I encourage LA to stay away from the techno pop of the day, that shit is gay
The good ole years I talk about, when a loud mouth nigga still got stomped out
Now everybody so passive aggressive
You will get locked up teaching niggas a lesson
But there’s only so much testing I can take, before i break, and I expose my weapon
I’m out here la repping, last of the heathens, dark heart still beating
I’m on the westside geekin, this is the turf that I stick my cleats in.
Let’s cheer for the bad guy
Clap when he get away, live to kill another day
Here’s a toast to the cutthroats
Niggas who ain’t on the list that don’t mind gun smoke
To my lifetime criminals
Remind em what fear is, we tired of that weird shit
and if you feeling how i’m feeling
Put your drinks in the air for the lost art of killing
King Fantastic “Why? Where? What?”
We can do it how you wanna do it nigga
The Killa on the Reese is well earned go figure
I ain’t scared of shit with a heartbeat
I’m a head-busta holmes it takes nada to spark me
We revolutionized gangster shit
Them flags flying let you know that you in LA trick
And you so disco cookie-cutter Nabisco
Boy I run with ex-fellons who got nothing to live for
Straight laced dumb dumbs anti-social
Don’t like no one if they not locals
Not to vocal, they don’t say much
Rude and stand-off-ish, they don’t play much
I will say this, if you play this
I can shake your brain loose of all that gay shit
I’m a real nig on that back-in-the-day shit
Smoke a sherm stick hop out the Regal and spray shit
Me and my amigos the ones I call friends
Are a pack of wild niggas all real men
Not all of them will shoot but all of them will thump
And we will turn this party out you ain’t lookin at no punks
That LA gang bang culture is in us
Started in the 70s and it ain’t finished
Big homie die lil homie replenish
Place in society, god damned menace
I’m not braggin, I’m confessin, the why where and what I am reppin
Southern California stand the fuck up we at war little buddy time to buck up
I’m fascinated by that gangsta shit
Always been a fan of that gangsta shit
You can count me in if its gangsta shit
Just for the rush I do gangsta shit
Been to the box twice over gangsta shit
Almost lost my life on that gangsta shit
I pulled my wife talking gangsta shit
I don’t mind the price of that gangsta shit
Back in 9th grade I discovered my knuckles
Caught him clean on the chin, watched him buckle
Next day him and his minions rushed me
He wanna run it back he assumed I got lucky
I dropped my backpack pulled my pants up
Closed my hands up and beat that man up
Won’t be a day that Maurice don’t stand up
I’ll go to hell before I fuck my brand up
Practice what I preach, preach what I practice
Violence is the equalizer no tax brackets
Very little arguing sock that faggot and
Run his fuckin pockets to support your habits
I’m not braggin, I’m confessin, the why where and what I am reppin
Southern California stand the fuck up we at war little buddy time to buck up
I’m fascinated by that gangsta shit
Always been a fan of that gangsta shit
You can count me in if its gangsta shit
Just for the rush I do gangsta shit
Been to the box twice over gangsta shit
Almost lost my life on that gangsta shit
I pulled my wife talking gangsta shit
I don’t mind the price of that gangsta shit
I’m not braggin, I’m confessin, the why where and what I am reppin
Southern California stand the fuck up we at war little buddies time to buck up
