Issue - K21, Trials, Sesta

Cash splash on the Zildjian

Making progress like a pilgrim

Immortal from the immolation, double bass

Kick 'em in the face, Mike Smith, give ‘em suffocation

Autobiography of an entire nation

Living in a parallel statement

Mind in a different place, forever spacin'

Blind so I skip through the maze and never pacin'

Uncensored sentence, bleedin' all on the senseless

K21 a legion for the defenceless

Go ham to the bone while I see you all on the benches

So I act like Ramone as soon as I crawl through the entrance

Intoxicated, guess it’s all in the essence

Ain’t no vanilla, you’ll get more than my besas

Abuela said start counting all of your blessings

‘Cause ain’t many more of them left where you’re steppin'

Screen calls when I get ‘em don’t think I’m listenin'

Dodging questions like Richard Nixon

Bluff the interview — still I’ll get the call

But the offer ain’t as ever good as this position

So I’m yellin' like it’s D-Day, ready for war

Ain’t ever gonna stop until we settle the score

Drifting like a ghoul, it’s how I get through your door

With so much trouble on my mind that I can never ignore it

I guess

I got an issue with

Every rapper than I’m running into

They huffin' and puffin'

But flow as weak as a fuckin' tissue

So cum in it, chuck in a fuckin' bin

Rough as they come, so I rub it in

It keep fallin' out, so I tuck it in

Twenty-twenty-one

Yup, Any Given D-Day

You got that plenty fish left in the sea face

Wouldn’t get a wave bigger than this

Without the sea floor covered in C4 to Timor (wow)

Bad news brigade, listen here brigadier (listen here)

I’ma walk in, pick a beer, disappear

Come back and do it again, with the intent to ruin events

Doin' it twice to any crew it offends

Godzilla of non filler and not fair

Long hair Nicholas Cage in Con Air, yeah

Coming straight out of Mad Max

Put it in that box like they IKEA flat packs (wow)

That’s how it look

Rubbing sweet victory in that sour puss

Got a weapon and I’m steppin' to the wealthy (that's death)

Take a shot while I’m taking a selfie

Real fuckin' song and dance, wavin' arms

Choppin' hands, make a silly voice

With a sock on my hand, you savin' up

But I’m robbin' banks, there’s no pullin' out

I’m now pushing prams but, ah, fuck it

Build a whole legion, dig a hole deeper

Anybody wanna fuck around, I got dirty little pills

In the pavlova, have a sleep in

And wake up in the evenin' in a different season

Nurse looking at you and ain’t listening to reason (what it look like?)

I see you sweating, see you gleeking (the rook type)

And if you slept, well, then it’s treason (goodnight)

They saying sorry, ain’t Aziz and

Every time the TV turning on, I’m seeing demons

People that I’m told to trust, but I don’t believe them

Even in the club you told me that she looked decent

Until you find yourself back at her maisonette

Then you smell her face, she got baited breath

Process of elimination suggest

I guess the best foundations are left

When I enter most of the time

For no reason, 'tis the season

For beating off and then cheese it

Burn the footage, I got it, burn it down, then repeat it

Clean it, let 'em know that don’t move me

Looking like I got left off «Bad and Boujee»

Golden Era fella, might’ve heard of it?

Bet your mother wanna get it like a Thermomix

Dumb freebaser, fuck Speed Racer

Couldn’t urn one thing without cremation (that's right)

Yeah, put the stank in your system

High five your mums while I’m thanking your sisters

Um, you know, yeah, for the—for the food

And I even dying when they bury me

All I do is cross-check ‘em like a PhiIly Flyer in the seventies

They lying, ain’t friend of me, spying for the enemy

The reason I’m Khalifa chiefin' higher than I’ve ever been

So you can find me snatching your dank then I’m missing

Till it’s blown everywhere like I’m cooking crank in your kitchen

I been yellin', I been screamin', but they ain’t gonna listen

Till I’m treatin' ‘em like Azalea Banks with a chicken

Had a hiatus, but I’m a coyote with it

Going psycho when I flow every time I done did it

Every night merge day until I don’t know the difference

And that’s why one these days I might just go ballistic

Soldiering down the highway going seventy-six

Tskk, I’m not that fun man anymore

I’m ‘bout my friends and my biz and ain’t blending that shit

With a face like this, fuck, I’m needing vanity for?

I told a chick that «I love her» then stuck my dick in another

With a brain like this, fuck, I’m needing sanity for?

Work on this till their whole anatomy sore

Splattering gore up on your canvas and walls, splashin' the floor

That you stand on

I got an issue with

Every rapper than I’m running into

They huffin' and puffin'

But flow as weak as a fuckin' tissue

So cum in it, chuck in a fuckin' bin

Rough as they come, so I rub it in

It keep fallin' out, so I tuck it in