KXNG CROOKED - The Calm Before The Storm

Lyrics

We back
Uh, uh, uh
Kinda smooth, you know what I'm sayin', Dizz?
Yo, shout out Rodney and Brandon in the 918
Big virus, the radio maker, be free jam
What up ginger?
Hey Dizz
My Brother Dizz made this this
Check it

The series started on Myspace
Still keep a rapper head over my fireplace
Got your favorite rapper face in a iron case
The rest of him is in my basement, my God
Keep a steel right on the side here for placement, my God
Y'all don't be sayin' shit, blah blah
I'm on a whole nother level (Yeah)
You sold your soul to the Devil
Now Lucifer on your music puck, you losin' up, 'cause you chose the dinero
I used to thug, now I'm known as a rebel
Got hood sense, 'cause I rose from the ghetto
Hoes love my paddles, they love the bro's gold castle
You want smoke, I'll be here when the smoke settles
I'm Julius Caesar crossin' the Rubicon to establish the Roman Empire, now who the don?
I been crackin' since Africa was called Alkebulan
The God flow, walking on water in some Louboutin Christians
No matter your religion, lyrical miracle, the magic happened, it was written
Serial killer flow, had to shout out your intentions
Gamble with a henchman, my penmanship is out of your dimension
Ay, a headhunter, headhunter, I wish a nigga would blare under
Go a different commando, 'cause somewhere under
Where under my pants show, that's where the gun is
From a city, where they cook crack
I'm from a city, where the crooks at and all the hood rats
And it's like a Biblical book facts, Sodom and Gomorrah
'Cause y'all be gettin' salty when you look back
Legendary status, that's where I be headin' though
For all of the rappers that I'm beheadin', yo

One time for my homies on the east side (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
One time for my homies on the west side (Yeah, yeah)
One time for my homies on the north side (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
One time for my homies on the south side

The series started on Myspace
Still keep a rapper head over my fireplace
Got your favorite rapper face in a iron case
The rest of him is in my basement, my God
Keep a steel right on the side here for placement, my God
Y'all don't be sayin' shit, blah blah
I'm on a whole nother level (Yeah)
You sold your soul to the Devil
Hold up, in Long Beach it's easy to be a criminal
Easy to be lyrical, I'm Eazy-E but with syllables
My frequency's unforgettable, waves hit ya
The vibe is critical, my bars live in cells, not prison cells
I'm talking livin' cells, biochemical, breakin' down to your enzymes
2Pacalypse Now, we in the end times
I'm new era, I'm old era, I'm all era
Some shady as Rosenberg, call be pallbearer
I bury competition

One time for my homies on the east side (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
One time for my homies on the west side (Yeah, yeah)
One time for my homies on the north side (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
One time for my homies on the south side