Poet Laureate by King Crook Lyrics
[Jazz]
Poet laureate, I rap victorious
My mug is mean on piglet wings
I swear my steez inglorious, tyrannosaurius
I’m river dancing, creep romancing
Chasing cat
Increase my odds by sending massive texts
Now look at that
28, am I past my prime?
Vodka, water, couple limes
Now I’m slurring, singing Ye, I swear I do this every time
Swear I do this every time
Press rewind, play it back
Going numb to all the bullshit and anxiety attacks
I was on my solo shit
Baby bro is writing scripts
Got creatives in this bitch like you ain’t fuckin with my clique
You ain’t fuckin with my clique, we go too hard for this shit
You ain’t messing with the kid, I came too far for this shit
Yea, dealt with my issues, put my present into focus
Clocking in like 60 hours, develop my magnum opus like
I’m feeling better than ever, I’m feeling better
Spending this mozzarella in my candy coated sweater like
Game so ugly, Joakim Noah when I ball
I’m shopping, I buy it all
Late dinners at Au Cheval
Grilled calamari, La Scarola, I’m sorry
I got a habit now for spending this pastrami
Soppressata, salami
Put these women behind me
Til I’m laying on beach with something like Margot Robbie
Shot for shot, getting sloppy
Instagram paparazzi
I thought I told you that it’s our fuckin city like Big Papi, stop me
Açaí in a rocks glass, feeling like Pac’s back
Like it’s So Jazzy back, gave her ass an asthma attack
I put the mic back like lickety-split
And hand the keys to the whip back to Nicholas Nipps
Jazz!
[King Crook]
I'm killing rappers dead poets pay attention and notice
My flow killing these opponents they be asking whats your motive
This opus ain't hopless notice this broken chosen ones focused
Hoping I get some tokens playing games with rodents
Unknown is growing on me while I'm just flowing on thee
Im throwing bombs upon thee till you're lights out like lifonti
My raps are potent stop me even if my raps are free you
Faggots couldn't cop me so how the fuck you got me
You don't pioneer you copy picture me and then Xerox me
My flow is sharp you're sloppy you could try but you'll never top me
If it weren't for Jazz I would've never started fucking rapping start attacking
Always practice just to be the mother fucking baddest
Bars I'm stacking beats attacking not a Wack MC no slacking
We be back and I be blacking out on verses lines be packing
Y'all be lacking I be snacking on ya punchlines keep the rapping
About me not being me but ill just be a manning
Cuz I call the plays and ill call you out Diss you fags when I'm down and out
Kiss my ass bitch you're a drought cuz your dry as fuck in this rhyming bout
Assassin of raps ill take a beat then ill go in for the kill
Go in a verse like nuke war head still on my game and I'm still
Crossing lines cuz other times I lost the fight the thought of my
Brain going out of mind and outta sight was nough to find
Some fucking drive but now the beat and flow I mastered
Still coming out a fish's ass cuz I'm still a bass turd
Poet laureate, I rap victorious
My mug is mean on piglet wings
I swear my steez inglorious, tyrannosaurius
I’m river dancing, creep romancing
Chasing cat
Increase my odds by sending massive texts
Now look at that
28, am I past my prime?
Vodka, water, couple limes
Now I’m slurring, singing Ye, I swear I do this every time
Swear I do this every time
Press rewind, play it back
Going numb to all the bullshit and anxiety attacks
I was on my solo shit
Baby bro is writing scripts
Got creatives in this bitch like you ain’t fuckin with my clique
You ain’t fuckin with my clique, we go too hard for this shit
You ain’t messing with the kid, I came too far for this shit
Yea, dealt with my issues, put my present into focus
Clocking in like 60 hours, develop my magnum opus like
I’m feeling better than ever, I’m feeling better
Spending this mozzarella in my candy coated sweater like
Game so ugly, Joakim Noah when I ball
I’m shopping, I buy it all
Late dinners at Au Cheval
Grilled calamari, La Scarola, I’m sorry
I got a habit now for spending this pastrami
Soppressata, salami
Put these women behind me
Til I’m laying on beach with something like Margot Robbie
Shot for shot, getting sloppy
Instagram paparazzi
I thought I told you that it’s our fuckin city like Big Papi, stop me
Açaí in a rocks glass, feeling like Pac’s back
Like it’s So Jazzy back, gave her ass an asthma attack
I put the mic back like lickety-split
And hand the keys to the whip back to Nicholas Nipps
Jazz!
[King Crook]
I'm killing rappers dead poets pay attention and notice
My flow killing these opponents they be asking whats your motive
This opus ain't hopless notice this broken chosen ones focused
Hoping I get some tokens playing games with rodents
Unknown is growing on me while I'm just flowing on thee
Im throwing bombs upon thee till you're lights out like lifonti
My raps are potent stop me even if my raps are free you
Faggots couldn't cop me so how the fuck you got me
You don't pioneer you copy picture me and then Xerox me
My flow is sharp you're sloppy you could try but you'll never top me
If it weren't for Jazz I would've never started fucking rapping start attacking
Always practice just to be the mother fucking baddest
Bars I'm stacking beats attacking not a Wack MC no slacking
We be back and I be blacking out on verses lines be packing
Y'all be lacking I be snacking on ya punchlines keep the rapping
About me not being me but ill just be a manning
Cuz I call the plays and ill call you out Diss you fags when I'm down and out
Kiss my ass bitch you're a drought cuz your dry as fuck in this rhyming bout
Assassin of raps ill take a beat then ill go in for the kill
Go in a verse like nuke war head still on my game and I'm still
Crossing lines cuz other times I lost the fight the thought of my
Brain going out of mind and outta sight was nough to find
Some fucking drive but now the beat and flow I mastered
Still coming out a fish's ass cuz I'm still a bass turd