Closing Time by Kaino Lyrics
About to flow heavy
I'm trying keep it real when people always acting fake
Nigga I'm trying to get a deal for this rapping tape
But saying something and doing something are two different things
I'm starting to be lacking faith started to practice hate
When I get inside the ring to wrestle with my destiny
Is Allah testing me this match is great failure addressing me
Cooking rap with the flow deadly recipe
You know I flow cold a steady weaponry
To be a pro in a world of sin
And its just me and my girlfriend
I'm trying ball flyer than playing baskeball in a worldwind
You know men don't pretend we know this a tough world to live in
Sinful peo-ple the girls are like the Minnesota T-wolves
Without Kevin no love in them they soaring like eag-les
Forget heaven heading to hell demons, body that shit
Girls hot as hell I body that chick
No body can probably body the beat with the shotti
Like I can this got to be my misguided confidence
Let's keep it popping then I'm rocking like the rockets
Aiming at your eye sockets keep you plugged in my music like a socket
Stop it, the game dominated by rappers with no content
Money be the talk of town thats why I live outside of it
I spit a lot of shit addressing the world and how I view it
My content, true shit, explore fantasy thru this thing we call music
F a beat dog I probably go acoustic
Get the girls actin like rick bobby when they see me they be stripping who's this
Riding in my cool whip back to that true shit
Truth to be told I know chasing rap for a living can truely be foolish
Labels sign you to blind you with a contract knowing that
They ain't going to put you on unless you put the radio on blast
Save it tho what trash bag should I put my rap in yeah
Its wack then if it ain't about macking or the cash then
Would you rather hear the gats then who do I appeal to with this rapping
Only a small fraction fans need less subtraction
More multiplying thats satisfaction
I'm going all out thats the fashion
Dressing for war these clothes Lady Gaga just couldn't imagine
A monster with no attraction, my slow flow remark-able I'm biting ain't no biggie
Trying make his-tor-y achieve vic-tor-y when these hits bore me
You would call this story boring cuz I wasn't borned in the hood
I ain't no gangsta, no killer no dealer I'm just me
And sometimes thats realer than what you see on MTV
My style ug-ly like Gilbert Gottfried
That ain't a dirty joke I'm trying make a name for myself
In this rap game when half these lames are like a lesbian scene
Nothing more than fucking pussies
I'm trying keep it real when people always acting fake
Nigga I'm trying to get a deal for this rapping tape
But saying something and doing something are two different things
I'm starting to be lacking faith started to practice hate
When I get inside the ring to wrestle with my destiny
Is Allah testing me this match is great failure addressing me
Cooking rap with the flow deadly recipe
You know I flow cold a steady weaponry
To be a pro in a world of sin
And its just me and my girlfriend
I'm trying ball flyer than playing baskeball in a worldwind
You know men don't pretend we know this a tough world to live in
Sinful peo-ple the girls are like the Minnesota T-wolves
Without Kevin no love in them they soaring like eag-les
Forget heaven heading to hell demons, body that shit
Girls hot as hell I body that chick
No body can probably body the beat with the shotti
Like I can this got to be my misguided confidence
Let's keep it popping then I'm rocking like the rockets
Aiming at your eye sockets keep you plugged in my music like a socket
Stop it, the game dominated by rappers with no content
Money be the talk of town thats why I live outside of it
I spit a lot of shit addressing the world and how I view it
My content, true shit, explore fantasy thru this thing we call music
F a beat dog I probably go acoustic
Get the girls actin like rick bobby when they see me they be stripping who's this
Riding in my cool whip back to that true shit
Truth to be told I know chasing rap for a living can truely be foolish
Labels sign you to blind you with a contract knowing that
They ain't going to put you on unless you put the radio on blast
Save it tho what trash bag should I put my rap in yeah
Its wack then if it ain't about macking or the cash then
Would you rather hear the gats then who do I appeal to with this rapping
Only a small fraction fans need less subtraction
More multiplying thats satisfaction
I'm going all out thats the fashion
Dressing for war these clothes Lady Gaga just couldn't imagine
A monster with no attraction, my slow flow remark-able I'm biting ain't no biggie
Trying make his-tor-y achieve vic-tor-y when these hits bore me
You would call this story boring cuz I wasn't borned in the hood
I ain't no gangsta, no killer no dealer I'm just me
And sometimes thats realer than what you see on MTV
My style ug-ly like Gilbert Gottfried
That ain't a dirty joke I'm trying make a name for myself
In this rap game when half these lames are like a lesbian scene
Nothing more than fucking pussies