Killuminati - Joey Bada$$, Capital Steez

I’m a beast with these flows

Two birds one stone, you get geese when trees roll

They say I’m evil 'cause I trained my eagle to see gold

See, no seagulls couldn’t see these goals

Please, it’s the return of the beast coast

No cash, flash put the cheese still make teeth show

The cold needle, is how you move on a strip, you tryna be Vito?,

well there’s rules to this shit

Don’t get clapped, y’all ain’t real spitters, y’all lips chapped

Better watch the Mr. Nicewatch, don’t risk/wrist that

I got a 6 pack of bear/bare skill that I spill like that

And everybody know (THAT SHIT CRAY!)

Ya’ll niggas soft-spoken, down below token

The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men

It makes sense you want beef with this frozen

It nuts for new school, in the tool, ya' kid hold him

Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I’m next to go

The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico

A lyrical Spanish, with a dance that’s demandin'

Step into my box and that’s exactly what’chu standin'

Ain’t no half steppin' 'round me

And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me

That young cop killer, I’m dat ill, so doc' will ya

Give me two shots for 2Pac killer

Soul searchin' 'till my flows are perfect

I ain’t tryna be a slave from overworkin'

Sorry BADA$$, you lucky that I peeped the second

Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection

Check the melody, it’s so heavenly

That shit’ll get your hips to move no 70's

All the Opium, can I bust soliloquies

Got that shit mix and mastered both remedies

Grab a spoonful, stirrin' up a pot

And you know we gotta serve it while it’s hot

I’m flowin' like a volcano, drippin' verses while drippin' verses off the top

Dirty cops still swervin' on the block

Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid

It’s in my jeans/genes, don’t worry where my pants is

Get with the script it’s that ignorant shit

And they bound to get sick off of this quick

But I sealin' my lips, it’s a shift

I know you feel it man

We blowin' up like a ceiling fan

Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam’s man

When it comes to kickin' verses I’m Mr. Van Damme

Crushin' strawberries it’s a jam

So throw both hands if you can

Ironic how I’m killin' this shit

Until they bury me, my volume is going in depth with longevity