Lose Control - KING KING

You are now havin' your sandwich made

With extra mayonnaise, 808's, and a hand grenade

Cause any man could get played in my all in phase

I mean my flow passwords like the log in page, ugh

See how my last words do?

I put my log in your girl cause we past words too

Your BM just sent me a DM and you be chasin' that hooker

In other words, she f’in blew me cause I f’in blew up

Acknowledge my knowlegde is, cowards get power dropped

Man my flow could make a suicide pilot apologize

I’m piling guys in a pile, a pile of guys on they pals

I silently swear I’ll kill’em, I’m finalizing my vows

I’m shitting on them, my bowls

Like I took a vitamin, something vitializing my bows

Im the truth times two, I ain’t inviting lies you should bow

(paow, paow, paow) I’m taking shots in the dark

While taking shots of the dog I’m taking shots at your thoughts

You can take these shots from a vet while takin shots at your dogs

They gon have to have me shackled and tabernacle

While havin my adams apple detached in a baptist chapel

While attacked by the fastest travelin javelin

While attached to a dragon dragging a cage

These niggas go trap me and while I’m laughing, while I’m lapping em

Man I’m coming with the K, like the lackin potassium

I’m jordan from the free throw while every frame is in slow mo

And every fan in the stands got the head in they hands like «oh no»

Somebody get the promo, so somebody flick the photo

And somebody stitch the logo, cause I’m bodying this shit bro bro

Get it?

You don’t get it?

My nigga, you gotta get it

I’m bodying this shit, his logo had his whole body in it.

Oh my ice tea, coco, ice cube, vanilla ice, Tom Cruise and Vanilla Sky

Tell these guys that I’m hella nice, right

When I spit it tear wind, the air pin

I’m wicked son, these niggas buns like hair pins

Amateur, I scientifically handle bars

And you just Jodie, putting bikes together in your man’s garage

Dammit dog, I fold this guy

I ain’t talking 'bout no rapper, I said «fold the sky» nigga

In half and disperse the worse grin

As I write a verse in reverse that reverses the earth spin

You worse than a skid nigga who popped thing off then flee

I got a flow that can lock in and knock the wings off a flea

Yeah I’m a King, I’m elite I could never dream of defeat

I could Dr. King a speech while I Rodney King the beat

You playing the victim nigga, I’m saying the vicious scriptures

You niggas in denial like you bathe in Egyptian rivers

I wrote this in Hieroglyphics, I’m focused and I am gifted

I hope that I just provoked you to notice that I am different

I feel so blessed I should mention, I pushed the depths of extension

Much higher my type of talent requires special attention

Kendrick I think you genius, J. Cole got these niggas worried

Big KRIT is a southern killer, Wale is a visionary

Pusha been pushing so long he truly defines a hustler

Meek did his time like a G, came back home and shined on them suckas

A$AP mastered the facets of fashion

Snatching the essence of his whole fam and a no man demanding a presence

This nigga Drake nice on the mic and act

So many hits he fucked around and brought light skin back

And Big Sean you did it, no you really did it, no bullshitting

You putting the D on I could see the future, no Warwick

Get it?

Dion Warwick, I went to war wit critics like Jay Eleca'

Let him see my exhibit, get it?

Exhibit C

I exquisitely make a segway to Tyler, my future’s odd, I salute you dog

Mac Miller, young white boy track killer, gotta feel that

I think real rap back, nigga

King…