No King Attila by Ezzen Speed Lyrics
(Intro)
Yeah... upon, upon
This event horizon
Let me sit on this throne of ice, and
I bet we gonna finish that race
Yeah upon this event, horizon
Cropped your shit out and now I'm resizin’
These niggas stay despizin'
You used to dog me, now you trying
Too hard to be me, I heard your crying
This difference between us ain't surprizin’
The hunger for skill fed the lion
(Hook)
A new trapeze on the stunt
I'm flippin' cards, all spades, no filler (yeah)
So drop the tee on the HUNt
Cause these bars, they ambush, no king Attila! (yo)
She's looking hella vanilla
And getting silly, we playing Gorillaz
Claims the dick so good, I might have to bill her
Flexin' out the pussy, might prescribe painkillers
(Verse 1)
They talkin' bout my rhymes, an inner child is who they find
But do you fuckin' niggas even know about my grind?
Drove that militant mastermind to 6 figs
While ya in ya mom's house made of sticks, pigs
But they didn’t get my soul, even tried to throw me in the hole
Like what the fuck does anyone even know about my time?
Or the sweat trail behind, a reminder to never rewind
Now adapting the flow to bridge the gap for the blind, yo
(Hook)
My flow is one a kind bro
Your girl, she knows how to get low
So drop the tee on the HUNt
Cause these bars, they ambush, no king Attila! (yo)
She’s looking hella vanilla
And getting silly, we playing Gorillaz
Claims the dick so good, I might have to bill her
Flexin' out the pussy, might prescribe painkillers
(Verse 2)
And screaming like a 2j
Wants snowfall like Pompeii
Need sonar in the wet frame
She’s calling out my name
That cane sugar, big game chiller
Not the same thriller, new brain spiller
So I spin this crown on my little finger
Her toes sauced white like drops of cocaine
(Yuh!) Always been a late bloomer
But these claws couldn't come, sooner
(Yuh!) Gotta treat these ops like cops
So I swerve em out the lane with a 90's tuner
(Yuh!) In the chain waiting for lunar
And pray to God for the future
Keep me together with no suture
As I continue to lay this path in my way
I accepted this role a long time ago
The villain society needs, a new kind of foe
Not talking 'bout the links or the diamond glow
More for those who want to stay in the know
Our souls are not the debt they think we owe
To stay aware, yet still walk toe-in-toe
Too feral in the beat, my instinct on grow
Too primal in her sheets, I know it ain’t fair
(Hook)
New trapeze on the stunt (yeah)
I'm flippin' cards, they're all spades (yeah)
So drop the tee on the HUNt
Cause these bars, they ambush, no king Attila! (yo)
She's looking hella vanilla
And getting silly, we playing Gorillaz
Claims the dick so good, I might have to bill her
Flexin' out the pussy, might prescribe painkillers
(Outro)
Yeah... upon, upon
This event horizon
Let me sit on this throne of ice, and
I bet we gonna finish that... race
Yeah... upon, upon
This event horizon
Let me sit on this throne of ice, and
I bet we gonna finish that race
Yeah upon this event, horizon
Cropped your shit out and now I'm resizin’
These niggas stay despizin'
You used to dog me, now you trying
Too hard to be me, I heard your crying
This difference between us ain't surprizin’
The hunger for skill fed the lion
(Hook)
A new trapeze on the stunt
I'm flippin' cards, all spades, no filler (yeah)
So drop the tee on the HUNt
Cause these bars, they ambush, no king Attila! (yo)
She's looking hella vanilla
And getting silly, we playing Gorillaz
Claims the dick so good, I might have to bill her
Flexin' out the pussy, might prescribe painkillers
(Verse 1)
They talkin' bout my rhymes, an inner child is who they find
But do you fuckin' niggas even know about my grind?
Drove that militant mastermind to 6 figs
While ya in ya mom's house made of sticks, pigs
But they didn’t get my soul, even tried to throw me in the hole
Like what the fuck does anyone even know about my time?
Or the sweat trail behind, a reminder to never rewind
Now adapting the flow to bridge the gap for the blind, yo
(Hook)
My flow is one a kind bro
Your girl, she knows how to get low
So drop the tee on the HUNt
Cause these bars, they ambush, no king Attila! (yo)
She’s looking hella vanilla
And getting silly, we playing Gorillaz
Claims the dick so good, I might have to bill her
Flexin' out the pussy, might prescribe painkillers
(Verse 2)
And screaming like a 2j
Wants snowfall like Pompeii
Need sonar in the wet frame
She’s calling out my name
That cane sugar, big game chiller
Not the same thriller, new brain spiller
So I spin this crown on my little finger
Her toes sauced white like drops of cocaine
(Yuh!) Always been a late bloomer
But these claws couldn't come, sooner
(Yuh!) Gotta treat these ops like cops
So I swerve em out the lane with a 90's tuner
(Yuh!) In the chain waiting for lunar
And pray to God for the future
Keep me together with no suture
As I continue to lay this path in my way
I accepted this role a long time ago
The villain society needs, a new kind of foe
Not talking 'bout the links or the diamond glow
More for those who want to stay in the know
Our souls are not the debt they think we owe
To stay aware, yet still walk toe-in-toe
Too feral in the beat, my instinct on grow
Too primal in her sheets, I know it ain’t fair
(Hook)
New trapeze on the stunt (yeah)
I'm flippin' cards, they're all spades (yeah)
So drop the tee on the HUNt
Cause these bars, they ambush, no king Attila! (yo)
She's looking hella vanilla
And getting silly, we playing Gorillaz
Claims the dick so good, I might have to bill her
Flexin' out the pussy, might prescribe painkillers
(Outro)
Yeah... upon, upon
This event horizon
Let me sit on this throne of ice, and
I bet we gonna finish that... race