Kis To The City by FiveOneMPH Lyrics
It's seeming that I'm awaited, the curtain-raisers are steady playing their parts
While I delay and let it weigh on their hearts
I'm picky with the mood, slick with the moves, still I take it as art
Gunning for everyone like my aiming is off
Oh, I told 'em no. They wasn't chosen
They try to provoke him
There's a difference in flows like I'm following Moses
Told 'em it's goin' kill 'em like I was Noah
I'm done clearing my throat, time to reload
A clock will get right twice in a day, even though it's broken
Rich in patience like a private hospital and I'm wearing a Rolex
They're forgeting where I told 'em I'm going
They'd rather stick to pretending like a nigga don't know it..
Still attacking my demons
I burn bridges, I give 'em that odd look like we were never even, each others ends and means
Niggas are switching teams, it's not even end of the season
It's burning they're souls, like "Warrapen Keegan?"
We don't worry, we see the vermin. We see the serpents, the squad is eatin'
I'm grateful for everybody believing
In our vision, I don't know what they see in
These two niggas just working on weekends, hope the momentum never weakens
I heard that "so and so" is doubting our craft but as the story goes, it's part of the plan
He's got a couple of fans, yeah
Maybe even a couple of Stans
Now the boy thinks he can phuck with the man?
I mean, you've only got one record cooking and even that was just a flash in the pan
These Internet favours you don't understand
Now, you're ready to rumble?
Just because a couple of people around you, out of pity, decided on wasting they're data bundles?
I've got scriptures that would delay your struggle
The fake image that you paint to these people, I easily make a puzzle
In a pool of rappers, we stay the puddle
And we're still remaining levels above you
I tell 'em, my my, why everybody gotta phuck with the golden child?
I'm steady chilling, niggas are going wild
They're voluntarily kicking the bucket
My name popping up in conversation when talent is the subject
What you niggas aiming for is redundant
Me and Mass are the youngins
Niggas should take a seat
Dizo and Tony, the only OGs that we really phuck with
Destined for greatness and, nigga we love it
Still spending money way beyond any reasonable budget
But I just wanna live, get my mom a house on the hills
Man, I don't really give a phuck how you feel
Pops still saying, by birth I'm a real nigga
Still fighting decisions of being a conscious nigga or real nigga
But really, I'm just tryna be real nigga
Hammarsdale brought me up, and I flag it forever, for all the real niggas
Yeah..
Keys to the city, I'm right at home
Moving in on the territory you think you own
And I always tell 'em, this one for the books
I came from the crannies and nooks, back when if you Rapped you stay overlooked
I reminisce on all the strength that it took, from a nobody to getting y'all shook
With renditions not really needing of hooks
Now I'm the jack-of-all-trades, the risen king of that Pompeii, got me looking forward to lost days...
Five in the air now, like my palm raised
Tryna give y'all a way, while you setting us all astray
It's the BreakOut Empire for life though
One tape out and they still pardon the maestro
Gotta stay polished, the team doing alright
So I got punches left like a Southpaw
And I still gotta pop those, funny how they know I'm a beast
The things that happen when you take a dog off his leash
They done told me I could roam all the streets
Then they tried a build a home but elephants are the wrong centrepiece
Capisce? Where my peers at? Ey, where they at though
I look around and none of these niggas are even that close
I'm coming for the Crown, so believe me, I got a path chose
This shit, I got it covered like manholes
I speak of the legends before me, wish I could share a piece of the glory
But everybody really piecing it for me
I see niggas claiming the king status, they jinx at us
But the look on their face is telling the spectators a very different story
While I delay and let it weigh on their hearts
I'm picky with the mood, slick with the moves, still I take it as art
Gunning for everyone like my aiming is off
Oh, I told 'em no. They wasn't chosen
They try to provoke him
There's a difference in flows like I'm following Moses
Told 'em it's goin' kill 'em like I was Noah
I'm done clearing my throat, time to reload
A clock will get right twice in a day, even though it's broken
Rich in patience like a private hospital and I'm wearing a Rolex
They're forgeting where I told 'em I'm going
They'd rather stick to pretending like a nigga don't know it..
Still attacking my demons
I burn bridges, I give 'em that odd look like we were never even, each others ends and means
Niggas are switching teams, it's not even end of the season
It's burning they're souls, like "Warrapen Keegan?"
We don't worry, we see the vermin. We see the serpents, the squad is eatin'
I'm grateful for everybody believing
In our vision, I don't know what they see in
These two niggas just working on weekends, hope the momentum never weakens
I heard that "so and so" is doubting our craft but as the story goes, it's part of the plan
He's got a couple of fans, yeah
Maybe even a couple of Stans
Now the boy thinks he can phuck with the man?
I mean, you've only got one record cooking and even that was just a flash in the pan
These Internet favours you don't understand
Now, you're ready to rumble?
Just because a couple of people around you, out of pity, decided on wasting they're data bundles?
I've got scriptures that would delay your struggle
The fake image that you paint to these people, I easily make a puzzle
In a pool of rappers, we stay the puddle
And we're still remaining levels above you
I tell 'em, my my, why everybody gotta phuck with the golden child?
I'm steady chilling, niggas are going wild
They're voluntarily kicking the bucket
My name popping up in conversation when talent is the subject
What you niggas aiming for is redundant
Me and Mass are the youngins
Niggas should take a seat
Dizo and Tony, the only OGs that we really phuck with
Destined for greatness and, nigga we love it
Still spending money way beyond any reasonable budget
But I just wanna live, get my mom a house on the hills
Man, I don't really give a phuck how you feel
Pops still saying, by birth I'm a real nigga
Still fighting decisions of being a conscious nigga or real nigga
But really, I'm just tryna be real nigga
Hammarsdale brought me up, and I flag it forever, for all the real niggas
Yeah..
Keys to the city, I'm right at home
Moving in on the territory you think you own
And I always tell 'em, this one for the books
I came from the crannies and nooks, back when if you Rapped you stay overlooked
I reminisce on all the strength that it took, from a nobody to getting y'all shook
With renditions not really needing of hooks
Now I'm the jack-of-all-trades, the risen king of that Pompeii, got me looking forward to lost days...
Five in the air now, like my palm raised
Tryna give y'all a way, while you setting us all astray
It's the BreakOut Empire for life though
One tape out and they still pardon the maestro
Gotta stay polished, the team doing alright
So I got punches left like a Southpaw
And I still gotta pop those, funny how they know I'm a beast
The things that happen when you take a dog off his leash
They done told me I could roam all the streets
Then they tried a build a home but elephants are the wrong centrepiece
Capisce? Where my peers at? Ey, where they at though
I look around and none of these niggas are even that close
I'm coming for the Crown, so believe me, I got a path chose
This shit, I got it covered like manholes
I speak of the legends before me, wish I could share a piece of the glory
But everybody really piecing it for me
I see niggas claiming the king status, they jinx at us
But the look on their face is telling the spectators a very different story