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King Los – The L.A. Leakers Mp3 Download + Lyrics

King los the LA leakers mp3 download

King Los has come through with a new track with respect to L.A leakers album. The track is available for quick listen and download below.





[Verse 1]
They say it never come to fruition unless the vision was crafted
My drive is relentlessly, repetitiously masted
Progress is positive, pessimism is backward
Since failure ain’t attractive my next decision was drastic
I made it out of pit falls strictly due to my passion
Supreme intellect, not to mention wisdom to match it
Name anotha nigga that put up 50 in practice
Dis shit is magic, even my exhibition is classic
Funny I ain’t end up broke, like you predicted
There’s a thousand niggas like you no need to be too specific
I out maneuver goofies like you would a few decisions
When the proof is missing you get reduced to a euphemism
Shit the truth is wicked
I just threw a surprise party, at a see-through mansion
My nigga, I’m stupid gifted
This voodoo mixed with, clear struggle and shear hustle
I’m trying to stretch ham-string me too long and I tear a muscle
Nigga where was you, when we was down and we slaved in kitchens
With my homie putting cut on that bird like it’s Cajun chicken
I’m amazing, they parade but my crown wasn’t made to fit ’em
You got signed off my signature style, that’s plagiarism
I’m Miagi with it
Try to kick it like I can kick it?
You just begging to get buried alive
But I can dig it
Shit, copped a biscuit
Mapped his block out and plot a visit
I’m in a Honda Civic with lip stickers
I watch at visit
Plot and listen

[Verse 2]
To hip-hop I’m Socrates
I’m top 5 and the 5th spot’s a mockery
The 5th pop
You do the macareno get rocked like Slipknot’s discography
You clit watchin’ me
Hopin’ I stumble
Your bitch watchin me
You know it’s a jungle
She like lions not liars nigga
I figured you’d be slow to rebuttal
She standing there droolin’ and dribblin’
You can only be humble
Just be a gentleman, and put a jacket over the puddle
You poodle that pun was a puzzle
I just wanna Rapunzel, you know
She keep them extensions and she come with them bundles
Have fun with them double entendres
As I beg your pardon from the nonsense that spawns it
I’m non-responsive just armed with a conscious
That’s in and out dimensions like triangular shaped
Isosceles flying saucers
Defying the laws of physics
My minds like a luxury prison
Ain’t no escaping, these bars exquisite
I breath law and speak art exhibits
I’m black magic like Shaq spinning off his pivot
Niggas reaching—
Dog forget it
Even that metaphor was a metaphor for how it’s hard to get it
Ya’ll ridiculous, love to take facades and hype it
Like I ain’t blessed with some shit, I gotta guard my life with
A lot of rappers try hard to bite it
But their joints ain’t nearly as tight as what this author write is
My plight is, if you lyrically fit then you got something from me
Even niggas I wrote forwards and then they send me my fuckin’ money
Why I ain’t got a song with such n’ such, you wonder buddy?
I’m the only one that got overlooked by his understudy
I feel, disrespected to the core of my soul
My skill, been perfected no ignoring my gloat
I will, lift a weapon and put four in my foe
Then still, raise my son without ignoring my goals
My raps [have] perfected dreams that I see in the night
So I astral project, being I’m a being of light
To be in this arena, I mean just to be in this life
You might need the work ethic of a Venus and Serena
Then study the Sun and Jupiter while Venus in-between ’em
My city full of hustlers, you seen their demeanor
88 dope boy, clean in a beamer
But it’s deeper than a four finger, ring in his beeper
When his mamma was a crackhead that thinks she was a diva
And his daddy was a hothead for the cream, with a fever
You just tryna live life, nobody gets your plight
But you want teams with the reaper
The bitter consequences seem sweeter and sweeter
To be an achiever, duck three from the heater
Plus the prison population got the streets in the sleeper
But you a smooth criminal
You can make that quarter flip, and off one hit
You could turn a king to a leaner
Where my cousin made sixty million and couldn’t quit
It’s a thin line between a fuckin’ feind and a dreamer nigga


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