Kickstyle (Feat. iamJMARS, Big Lenbo, C Dot Castro)

As you can see, I am proficient in the art of taking Your taking is no match for my KickStyle En garde, come at me with everything you have Prepare yourself Hahaha, this that real hip-hop shit Maryland state of mind whenever we rhyme Ayo, JMARS, set it the fuck off, homie Vinyl Days, yeah Verse 1: IamJMARS & Logic Come the applause, thank you I love that you feelin' it's like withdraws Aim to do more than just please, more like to ease Painful everyday like them, our people been strugglin' to wait through I'll deliver, piece on the platter to the hateful See me shine in they face and then they somethin' less-so grateful To be alive before it's off the table Like Etern' Assassin, like it's Cable and Kane So to take this shit in the vein or you gon' meet that fable I got time to kill any more of you, if you got too much pride anneal Before I don 'em, I'll make it humble, but darker than Satan, hol' up Please don't think no part of this language is anger for you of hell Probably say that I'm just poppin' off Out the mouth I say, of course, as I reshape the earth like I was God Spit what's real, I couldn't pass facade Shop out my seal, since I was a mass informant Inside my mother's abdomen, uh Grip by forces when my ass was born Stubborn, his ass is a song, 'til they told my shoulder At a psychic, guess this why I'm outta pocket more My birthin' doctors was bad as healin' as Aquaphor That still ain't stop me Might turn your shoppers if Tory handles sorts I swing at these beats, I'm eatin' sashimi that I can muscle, really I do humbly receive, this melody The ten eleven sentence can be with my cutlery, uh Interlude: Logic & Big Lenbo RattPack, shit, motherfucker, y'all know what's up Uh It's Vinyl Days, JMARS Yeah Logic, Big Lenbo, the motherfuckin' veteran, set it off Uh, uh Verse 2: Big Lenbo It's Leon the Teflon, vagabond Microphone madness, one step beyond Turn around and look at that gate we've been on RattPack, nigga, now we never switch form And I'm right back, nigga, like I've never been gone Fuck calm, ring the alarm like tennis arm When I grab the mic, you know I drop bombs Jump off stage, get baked like Fronz Never verse us, fucked up, trust us Y'all see before the gust Throw arms, dead mics on sight The arsonist, apart from this Life as you know it, come from the lowest Driven and we stow it, cold-blooded, they all know it All seen it, probably seen it, can't reach us Verse 3: Shy Grey Follow me on the journey, it's me and Bar To the start of this book for the fame, came, life is smart When the flame was a spark, had nothing to lose Everything to gain when this shit wasn't a game So you came with your heart feel the pain in your veins when you talk Never seen the light of day but we stay with perfect aim in the dark Playin' games leave you layin' in the chalk Want beef, then we bringin' it a la carte Nigga, wait on College Park Outro: Logic Bobby Boy Records, motherfucker RattPack all day, real all the time, you know what it is Y'all ain't ready for that College Park shit though Hahaha We them Maryland boys, homie Eat a dick