88 King - Kid X

The king the king the king has arrived they can’t survive

By dropping you top six, make it cancel five

No chance of finding remains, just crash dummies

Sleeping on me give em the pacifier

Shit, I heard em ask if I feel I’m past my prime

Not at all them niggas done jacked my style

Now we all signed the same

On my mac hustle just look at how I styled the game

They waiting on me to slip up

Little do they know that I’m the 88 king

Slash king of the switch up

One of the best past present and into

The future, I swear I owe it all to my mentors

I’m Teargas so I could never lose my momentum

This' a new prime that I’m approaching, UFO shit

What’s a player to a God, player coaching

On my know-it-all looking like I barely know shit

Straight face, make em wonder if I feel emotion

Keep the cards close to my chest

This the hand of the head case

If you wondering if I even wrote it

Plenty battle scars on my flesh way beneath the clothing

Looking for different ways just to seize the moment

It’s 88 King season, fuck your season homey

I probably need a season only

And you can ask around town

I can tell you feel the need to know me

Rap’s most prized possession

(shit) I fucked the game up

The sound of the crowd you hear

Is no different from cries of passion

When you’re making love

The same 88 King that you hate to love

Rap’s most prized possession

(shit) I fucked the game up

The sound of the crowd you hear

Is no different from cries of passion

When you’re making love

The same 88 King that you hate to love

They may not say it in words but their actions might suggest it

I set a question that for many a night

If these rappers will ever solve for me

2012 I fucked around and?

a lady a mic

Said I want you to sing a song for me

Sing a sing for them, make sure that they know it’s all from me

This was back in the day when I was lurking in the shadow

'Til it dawned on me that the game needed more from me

We was preping the days away living unlawfully

But as I grew I realised the environment has nothing left to offer me

I wanted more from me

Same cats that opened the door for me

Would turn around, open the door and ask the boy to leave

But I ain’t trippin I’m just reminiscing

This is real life rap

If you can’t listen or respond to me

I maneuver through the system, they can’t alter me

They say they want the raps again

But I’m convinced they don’t really know what they want

This point I guess I’m only rapping for my day ones

Who know me for snapping like crazy before I came up

Want me on my back in the day shit, 'fore I went mainstream

Always kinda knew that I would never need a day job

Living with the rapping that pays me

The kids look at me in amazement

Then there’s the odd few who struggle at math

Thinking they can crack my equation

It’s that X they couldn’t solve for, higher grade shit

My lack of patience had my first feeling so sophomore

I’m top floor dreaming started out in the basement

It would be a minute 'fore they ever replace me

I made Seven long before I was named seventh on the list

Now I 3 Quarter Pace and I’m just place setting

This is real dope, not what they selling

All this playtime while you play second