KT Stop what you're doin and listen to the Tropp,
Dropping knowledge on you bitches whether you like it or not,
I am cookin in the kitchen but I'm not workin with pots,
I am stirring up some rhymes created by evil thoughts,
This is not an act I really am this whack,
So don't fuck with BlaQman I am the leader of the pack,
Yeah I know you laugh but you fell into my trap,
Underestimate my tiny ass you prolly shouldn't do that,
I keep it calm cool like the breeze,
But just know I can turn it up over one hundred degrees,
But at the same time I can also make it freeze,
I spit so cold I just murdered you lyrically,
I got your brain all outta order now I got you thrown off,
I got you so depressed you gotta take some Zoloft,
Now you cannot think you've turned into a robot,
Now you are my pawn and you go where I move ya!
Yeah you know we got it goin in Austin,
em Horns up in all burnt orange,
So hit the floor when we start flowin,
BlaQman Records we got it goin!
Govinachi Its Nachi Mr. HNIC cocky,
you know I keep it clean like grilled salmon and Broccoli/
This Magnum PIE just way too deep for you Mami,
Subconsciously Im a Monster Lecxs feedin me bodies//
Im at The W rollin up sweets in the lobby,
Sippin a Crown and Cranberry or maybe a Saki/
Got red eyes, Im so fly, no lie G,
Swung through Icenhauer's for an ice cold I.P.Ayyyye//
My metaphors can open metal doors,
Metal Gear Solid flow, killin all the noise/
They say my leadership qualities bring about alot of poise,
I hustle, energetic effort, yeah I got alot in store//
Speakin of stores, we occupying ya shelf space,
Nachi cookin up lyrics and its at Top Chef pace/
Ayyye, we got it goin in Austin,
Put ya hands up, chest high now applaude them//

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