King Ish (feat. ModEst & Evergreen-G)

What yall want from a motha fuckin' king yo Huh What yall want from a motha fuckin' king King in it, watch the crown when he spit it Believe in his every move like he's leading religion Just win it, is my mental condition Refuse to take losses no matter the disposition Never gon' catch me bitchin', never no code switching If ever just kno-nuh-nuh-nuh-know I-I-I-I'm glitching Every written he hitting I miss it you know I'm sinning Stay consistent with giving you whippings within the lyrics Quote is the uptown sultan, rep 149 and Jackson Don't come round here frontin' unless you want that action I'm an addict of passion, live for my satisfaction So efficient in rappin' that you can not reach my bracket Arrogant out of habit, confidence at its truest Undisputed belief in his words beyond the music Focused on connect the diaspora to one unit Aint startin' no trends this king shit is a movement What yall want from a motha fuckin' king yo Huh What yall want from a motha fuckin' king Feared like I'm king kong Drop a verse and make you use it for your ringtone Think you're messing with the king well you're dead wrong Got skills that'll run you bout a mile long, king get your shine on What you boutta talk about Something real or the same shit chasing clout Man you know I keep it hunnit check my soundcloud Brewing music that'll jump and make the Gods proud, turn it up loud loud Presence of a king man Type of lyrics that'll knock you out the ring fam Punchlines got em choking on your teeth, wham Bring heat if you lookin' for a feature jam, snappin' cause the beat's h.a.m Talkin' like the crown's mine Plus I walk it like I talk it call me Primetime Euthanizing instrumentals with every rhyme Man I'm gunnin' for respect with a little shine, whole lotta dollar signs Blessed with a text at a level that'll make you raise the bar Checkin' for a queen that'll let me hug on them curves like NASCAR Round 50 years long, but the MC, he still a genius The demeanor so damn regal that you gotta call him Negus Little bit of this and a little bit of that Mix of jazz and soul and a lot of pro black The heir to the throne call me Quote when I rap Giving my perception never skewing from the facts Startin' to look slow if you can't really rap Raised in the Brizzle I don't know how to act Harlem born know the black culture where it's at We going uptown sis shout out to your track Q catch your words 'fore you s-snap He making hits don't need your bat Cut the radio cause yall w-w-wack To be exact yall flow is nap Flexin' cause hip hop is back Grateful for that r-real rap Patient in complacence Cause this art form keeps our lives in tact What yall want from a motha fuckin' king yo Huh What yall want from a motha fuckin' king What yall want from a motha fuckin' king yo Huh What yall want from a motha fuckin' king What yall want from a motha fuckin' king yo Huh What yall want from a motha fuckin' king