Bloody Knuckles - KAMACKERIS, Kong, Spiega

Rugged enough for thin paths covered in stones

Bare knuckles bloody with bones shining brighter than chrome

I’m home here.

Those who roam?

Beware.

These unmarked

Tombs here?

They mark the start of new careers

Rugged enough

You want me to shine?

I illuminate and radiate.

You empty-

-glass-ass niggas imitate, irritating

I can’t stand a bitch-ass PMSing

I put it down for y’all, receive blessing, rhyme

Iller, Kamackeris, my nigga Kong killer

Spig' on the hook got you shook—what?

There’s many

Hoes amongst us, fucking for the dollar

You’s a bitch who could deepthroat and swallow

Holler if you really want it domino-style

And I got five on it, rhyme on it

Y’all niggas done changed the rules, went from dropping jewels

To niggas coming out, paying no dues

With no clue to solve.

As this Earth revolve

We all living, microphone-driven

And it’s a given we’re gonna wreck and smash out

Make it to the resin, pass out

Rugged enough for thin paths covered in stones

Bare knuckles bloody with bones shining brighter than chrome

I’m home here.

Those who roam?

Beware.

These unmarked

Tombs here?

They mark the start of new careers

Rugged enough

Creeping through the darkness, dead bodies on the lawn.

If it’s on

Then it’s on.

When it’s over, then I’m gone

The gun in hand, you’re off the stage like the Running Man

Ain’t done, fam.

Watch you, stunning your fans, sonning your man

With no shine, running a plan, a whole

Nine millimeter heater eager to fight your leader

Spiga, Spice the meteor (Ayyo, Kong, light the heater)

On stage with the wife-beater and the Nike sneakers

Yo, baby, your table goods cupid cable

Cradle your hood, neighborhood fatal, your label navel

Your nasal cradled my wood, nigga.

King Kong

Fatal, missing fifty-two cards in the deck

Coat-check your throat and neck, check notes, hope that

You don’t die.

Doe eyes float with the

Monsta I, Kongcrete the Bronc'.

If it’s strong, if it’s real

Bring it to the grill.

Niggas can’t kill

Rugged enough for thin paths covered in stones

Bare knuckles bloody with bones shining brighter than chrome

I’m home here.

Those who roam?

Beware.

These unmarked

Tombs here?

They mark the start of new careers

Rugged enough

Yo, while you

Running, fam, I’m sonning your man.

Matter of fact, I’m sonning

Your son under the gun, bucking your plans.

Supply and demand

A duck in the hand’s better than nothing, under the assumption

A brother blind, but let me show you something.

Fronting

For what?

You’re grown just as I. The demons got you

Stunting while your time just fly by.

My mind’s eye

See you, peep through your façade like the eagle, keep you

At a distance so my Desert Eagle dig deep through

Come on, man.

You’re from the same grind.

I tamed the same

Dames in your time.

Nigga, it’s showtime

No mime or critic can copy or diminish the heart

And soul that a nigga put in this.

Pay your dues

Whoever you wanna bring?

Bring ‘em at your shows.

And your flows?

Sing ‘em.

Separate ‘em at the neck if they’re playing.

You want

A drink?

I’m flooded with pain, playing the same game

You playing, make my way into the church—fill me up, rev'

Rugged enough for thin paths covered in stones

Bare knuckles bloody with bones shining brighter than chrome

I’m home here.

Those who roam?

Beware.

These unmarked

Tombs here?

They mark the start of new careers

Rugged enough

Rugged enough for thin paths covered in stones

Bare knuckles bloody with bones shining brighter than chrome

I’m home here.

Those who roam?

Beware.

These unmarked

Tombs here?

They mark the start of new careers

Rugged enough