Released: December 16, 2014
Songwriter: KXNG Crooked
Producer: Sarah J Big Blizz
[Verse]
All the fallen rap gods, that's the influence I'm under
My shit hit the streets hard as a suicide jumper
So you and I be different, I'm do or die
If you not Mahatma Gandhi
You don't know what to do with my hunger
See half these rappers in the closet
The others skateboarding or slave for a label
Show me a free man who ain't Morgan
Me and my Riff Raff tip toeing in the same Jordans
Keep a gun to protect my wild life like a game warden, nigga
I ain't Scarface, call me cigar face
Stuck between a rock and Longbeach
Because that's a hard place
They told me I was destined
To throw the east side out the window
Over the challenger during the police car chase
But instead I'm here, getting all of this cheddar
Still got the beretta near, still drinking everclear
Like it's a keg of beer
Yelling never fear, while I behead your favorite rapper
With shit I said 11 years ago
Or fuck it, when I was 11 years old
Yeah, a nigga was cold
Now I'm giving rappers one shot across the globe
So if you're over the stove cooking rocks, be the next Hov
If you're in college and your flow sick, be the next Cole
I'm so sick I'm vomiting in consonants
That's for optimal occulence
While I'm knocking some common sense
In the noggins of the naysayers
Drunk off of 100 shots of confidence
Like I was when I dropped the 52 weeks
I was constantly dropping content and conquering all the continents
I'm the roots of that shit like I was signed to ok playa
Ok playa, rhyme sayer, pussy layer, excuse my Biggie moment
This shit so notorious that I should get Diddy on it
While these battle rappers keep talking shit
They don't really want it
Because bar for bar, I don't gotta watch the throne, nigga
I'm really on it, too many components for any opponent
CROOKED is a nigga who can only represent
The illest lyrics ever written
Getting vivid with prolifics spitting kicking instrumentals in Addictive dental, splitting niggas with precision
With the lyricism and a clearer vision it's a bigger mission
When your favorite rapper missing is
Because the nigga is sitting in a ditch, yeaaah (laughs)
That's because I put them there, bitch
Flexing, I need all of my street niggas to know
Just because you're flipping the blow
And pimping a ho, we ain't no different
I'm gripping the biz and flipping the flow
And between you and me, I can still get it
For 22 a key let me know if it's a go
I'm just a real nigga with heart
Like a casting agent for female impersonators
I pick bitch niggas apart
Ditch digging's an art
Like a stand by flight attendant, I pick which niggas depart
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
The flow is Niagara, I'm walking on water
I'm slaughtering you all
Cut me, I bleed Viagra, I'm harder than y'all
The level of genius this rapper is
That's motherfucking-that's motherfucking-
Duke Ellington at Carnegie Hall
[Outro]
The fallen rap gods, that's the influence I'm under
My shit hit the streets hard as a suicide jumper
So you and I be different, I'm do or die
If you not Mahatma Gandhi
You don't know what to do with my hunger
Y'all taking the game back
Y'all taking the game back
Whack rappers are taking us back-wards
All the fallen rap gods, that's the influence I'm under
My shit hit the streets hard as a suicide jumper
So you and I be different, I'm do or die
If you not Mahatma Gandhi
You don't know what to do with my hunger
See half these rappers in the closet
The others skateboarding or slave for a label
Show me a free man who ain't Morgan
Me and my Riff Raff tip toeing in the same Jordans
Keep a gun to protect my wild life like a game warden, nigga
I ain't Scarface, call me cigar face
Stuck between a rock and Longbeach
Because that's a hard place
They told me I was destined
To throw the east side out the window
Over the challenger during the police car chase
But instead I'm here, getting all of this cheddar
Still got the beretta near, still drinking everclear
Like it's a keg of beer
Yelling never fear, while I behead your favorite rapper
With shit I said 11 years ago
Or fuck it, when I was 11 years old
Yeah, a nigga was cold
Now I'm giving rappers one shot across the globe
So if you're over the stove cooking rocks, be the next Hov
If you're in college and your flow sick, be the next Cole
I'm so sick I'm vomiting in consonants
That's for optimal occulence
While I'm knocking some common sense
In the noggins of the naysayers
Drunk off of 100 shots of confidence
Like I was when I dropped the 52 weeks
I was constantly dropping content and conquering all the continents
I'm the roots of that shit like I was signed to ok playa
Ok playa, rhyme sayer, pussy layer, excuse my Biggie moment
This shit so notorious that I should get Diddy on it
While these battle rappers keep talking shit
They don't really want it
Because bar for bar, I don't gotta watch the throne, nigga
I'm really on it, too many components for any opponent
CROOKED is a nigga who can only represent
The illest lyrics ever written
Getting vivid with prolifics spitting kicking instrumentals in Addictive dental, splitting niggas with precision
With the lyricism and a clearer vision it's a bigger mission
When your favorite rapper missing is
Because the nigga is sitting in a ditch, yeaaah (laughs)
That's because I put them there, bitch
Flexing, I need all of my street niggas to know
Just because you're flipping the blow
And pimping a ho, we ain't no different
I'm gripping the biz and flipping the flow
And between you and me, I can still get it
For 22 a key let me know if it's a go
I'm just a real nigga with heart
Like a casting agent for female impersonators
I pick bitch niggas apart
Ditch digging's an art
Like a stand by flight attendant, I pick which niggas depart
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
The flow is Niagara, I'm walking on water
I'm slaughtering you all
Cut me, I bleed Viagra, I'm harder than y'all
The level of genius this rapper is
That's motherfucking-that's motherfucking-
Duke Ellington at Carnegie Hall
[Outro]
The fallen rap gods, that's the influence I'm under
My shit hit the streets hard as a suicide jumper
So you and I be different, I'm do or die
If you not Mahatma Gandhi
You don't know what to do with my hunger
Y'all taking the game back
Y'all taking the game back
Whack rappers are taking us back-wards
more tracks from the album
Sex, Money & Hip Hop
- Freestylin’ Under Oath
- If I Die
- Total Slaughter
- Make Way For The KXNG
- Groupie
- Drum Murder Pt. 2
- Martian Pussy
- The Originals
- Lift Me Up
- Barbara Bush
- Move Like A G Do
- Know Thy Self
- Intro
- Fallen Rap Gods
- Sick Of Being Broke
- No Plan B
- Life After Death Row (Interlude)
- Prometheus
- God Bless The Kxng
- Sauce Got Rules (Interlude)
- Hardest In The Game
- Ashamed
From the album
- Sex, Money & Hip Hop (2014)
KXNG Crooked popular songs
- Welcome To Planet X (We’re Coming For You)
- I Can’t Breathe
- Truth (Why U Mad)
- I Want To Kill You
- Niggaz Winnin
- Intro
- Fallen Rap Gods
- Sick Of Being Broke
- No Plan B
- Life After Death Row (Interlude)
- Prometheus
- God Bless The Kxng
- Sauce Got Rules (Interlude)
- Hardest In The Game
- Know Thy Self
- Move Like A G Do
- If I Die
- Make Way For The KXNG
- Groupie
- Drum Murder Part 2
- Drum Murder Pt. 2
- Martian Pussy
- The Originals
- Lift Me Up