Broken Nose Flow - Kong

I’ll live my afterlife slashing sight—ask your wife

«What's the sacrifice?»

Slash a life after night—pass the knife

Laugh at the price, gas the hype, pass the mic

The darkest under massive light, eyes closed, blindfold

Not a roughrider, roughrider, providing

The that pack a prize like

MacGyver, run with apple cider, live to die, die to live

Watch crying kids climb to rise abyss, survivalists

Off the bottles, models strut—bottles up—follow up

What’s your sacrifice?

Sacrifice suicide

Monsta Island do-or-die, you and I smoke is so slow

Choking hoes over clothes, showing the broken nose flow

show me the dough my peep

Is there.

Not a fear or a care, just the staircase

Tears backflip—back off, fam.

First, kick

The kickstand off his big man, no

Hoping, flow neither in red either, either in the web

Along came a spider born to spit lead

Blinded by hate, but why wait when the Monsta eyes see

Us running the Tri-State?

Die.

Wait.

Get the pie

You ate cake, no candles, pianos, no keys

peace with no cheese.

Kong’s the source

Season, breathing blood easy, yup, on the beat-it-up

Force is power, devour the puss, cowards are found in

The bush, bootleg lingo shoot Feds at

The window, pull the .44, the endo for my

Kinfolks—tell me when though.

Kong is simply

Let me show you how niggas coughed teeth in the street

When you see me cross the street armor off, then toss the heat

Talk is cheap, blabbermouth at his house with the

Ladders out run and put the gat

At his mouth, blow his bladder in, his data out

Cellphone data off the hook.

What matters now:

Broken mouth through flow got you, trust not a

Doctor.

Lot of hotter shit—got to spit lava

Pimp Poppa—who's the father?

Kong, God, forgive me

«Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone» — Sample from

Prodigy on Mobb Deep — «Shook Ones Pt.

II» (x4)

Packing game, smacking flames, acting ashamed when rapping

Stacking chains, macking dames, shacking blacken

Godzilla was a chick acting strange

Keep clapping, aim, make no sense, burning a fence

When your main letter’s sin.

Mortified that my

Flow is unauthorized.

When your squad lies, I bought a pie

For the cheesecake, a quarter pie short of my

I’ll buck at three quarters a pound, nine heights

Sight of an eagle, lethal, creep through your people

In the Regal—oh shit

«Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone» — Sample from

Prodigy on Mobb Deep — «Shook Ones Pt.

II» (x4)