Gold Chains & Pagers - Kris Kasanova, World's Fair

Jack not too long after you left

Junebug started hangin' out with a bad crowd

I mean he even started selling drugs, Jack

And then things really got bad when he

Well, what?

Sho come on

He started wearing gold chains, Jack

Oh God no!

It started out with just one or two

And it seemed like every time he’d get some money

He’d go and buy more chains

But he was wearin' hundreds of 'em, Jack, hundreds

Not gold

I’m a motherfucking animal

Hannibal, sinking my teeth, I’m off the leash

You little niggas can’t walk where I reach

Fuck that, you can’t talk when I speak

What’s beef?

You want to battle with that babble in my shadow

I’mma make you my Bleek

And I ain’t saying I’m Hov, but I’m the closest

Throwing dirt and brushing it off the shoulders

Homeskool, better watch how you approach us

Circle 'round the body;

when it’s dead, we some vultures

20/20 my nig, you know I’m focused

Twenty honeys, I guarantee that they know Kris

For different reasons

I’m not a rapper

I’m God’s gift, go ahead and ask your pastor

Type of nigga your girl namin' your son after

Run the city even though a nigga got asthma

Fuck weezin', I’m colder than the fourth season

Livin' life like the weekend, I’m eatin'

Got my weight up with a chick from Jamaica

Who got a fat ass and A cups, they hate us

About my paper, bring it back to the hustler

Gold chains and pagers

You minor, I’m major

Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors

Car came to mash up the masses

Flick blunt ashes, slap fat asses

They said niggas’ll crucify me for this one

Cause God sent his son to get his gun

And that’s what Samuel 3:16 says

Ask demons 'bout this Queens head, say he’s dread

Bumbaclot, but my hair ain’t lock yet

I ain’t take the cocaine out my sock yet

Niggas acting like they know what pain is

If they don’t suck your balls, you don’t know what brain is

You never wear you don’t know insane is

You never wear glass you don’t know what a train is

And I’m just too nasty

Voice too raspy, hair too nappy

And that’s the sound of the men

Bangin' that thing, that thing

What happened?

Straight gun clappin'

Make bullets shower like raindrops cappin'

On your windowsill

Nigga, the drama outside my window’s real

And I’m still on that same old shit

New day, new gun, plus the same old clip

Put your guns to the sky

And bust two shots cause the God is alive

Knock knock, who?

Jeff Don the go-getter

Top-notch, don’t sleep you know better

Stay calm, I blaze on it’s no pressure

Napalm or a-bomb your whole sector

Yes sir

Never been a nooby in the streets

Man I’m hungry, I’m headin' to the studio to eat

And they say I’m on my grind, it’s a tale as old as time

And this song is old as rhyme, it’s a beauty, I’m a beast

You’re lookin' like food and it’s a feast

Means your crew is gettin' washed and your girl is gettin' bleached

I’m doin' this for keeps, we workin'

World’s Fair, new New York, the resurgence

Your girl’s here, she don’t talk cause she twerkin'

The mission was missionary then I reverse 'em

Liquor in my system, see me swervin'

The rest high, stuck on that like sea urchins

The rest gon' be stuck in they seats when we serve 'em

A cycle always spins, I provide the detergent

Take it how you want it, however connotation

At the mile point, that’s the end of conversation

So keep quiet young blood

You ain’t really 'bout to, your wire’s unplugged

I’m here for pure love, away from pure hate

Is welcome to the art show, Jeff Don the curate

Legendary like these I’m wearin'

Creatin' a own buzz since other people ain’t carin'

'Bout us young niggas killin' it

Makin' power moves to awaken those who’s sleepin'

World’s Fair creepin' in the game like night creatures

No horrendous features

Women love us to death like we some handsome grim reepers

They love the smooth demeanor

Like I’m a drug dealer from '88 drivin' the black Benz two-seater

Kris said, «Rem, I need you for this feature»

Got in my zone, reefer cologne on my t-shirt

Burned every page like the pen contain ether

Came in with a verse for the listeners to eat up

Royalty runnin' through my veins like I’m King Tut

Colosseum gold in the ears of my main slut

Now people everywhere, I never had to chain tuck

So I’mma keep talkin' my shit until my time’s up