lirik lagu qayin rohle - the land recognised no king
[part 1]
think im gonna name this one braille cos even if you dont got the vision you still gon feel it
and you know i dont punch in i punch through, so every verse leave contusions and conclusions
and you gon be stuck between a punchline and a flatline, either way you know there’s gonna be some pressure
all these bars guillotine
and i let the beat drop first
out of respect for the execution
look
i ain’t here to spar, this a boxcutter monologue
blade in the page
every hook split a ramadan
rap game full of drama squads
ops actin’ comic~con
’til they weavin’ through machines
like a sonic run
i been etchin’ my name in this curb
like i carve glyphs
y’all was beggin’ for placements
i surfed on the hardships
ain’t no mercy in the verses
it’s churches and coffins
i got ‘em prayin’ that the fade
come with surgical options
huh?
i’m three levels past what a vet been
this that casket couture
my aesthetics is death drips
said he got a tec? cool
i ain’t stressin’ the lead print
i’ll leave his soul in the ink
like the devil’s a tenant
walk into the room and make the mood shift
pressure so heavy
i could make a moon lift
your jewels ain’t worth the sum
of what my shoe prints did
you couldn’t step inside my past
if you was newsprint ink
try to talk to me?
you better off consultin’ star maps
had to send a carrier pigeon
just to get a bar back
had to make a model of my wrist
inside a mars lab
engineers was askin’
how the f~ck i made the arms match
sh~t is godly
this ain’t flow—this is orbit shiftin’
rap like i’m the architect
of 40 different solar systems
out in cairo with the sheikhs
who write they names in golden liquid
i just took a sip
and saw my future in the broken prisms
told ‘em stop the cappin’
‘fore they kneecaps crackin’
rap like 3 macs clappin’
with the feedback stackin’
flow like ski mask action
when the relapse happen
if the beat slap tragic
let the heat map track it
i pen a page and push the ink
until the quill snap
might scribble on a pentagram
and bring the real back
hustlers turn to priests
read a verse and get they steel sn~tched
’cause i can write a scripture
make a bishop want his kneel back
pardon me, but every f~ckin’ verse
could break a levee down
i could write a hook so strong
they’d have to tow the record out
i ain’t in the business of comparin’
i just set amounts
the same sh~t that make ‘em trip
is what i step around
tell ‘em check the catalog
that sh~t’ll outlive every trend
half these rappers out here sellin’ garbage
like it’s resin gems
only time they make a hit
is when they weapon jam
i been on the wave so long
i think my second hand’s a metronome
time been tickin’ slower
ever since i caught the master key
movin’ like a falcon
when it hovers over castle peaks
you just let ‘em whisper in your ear
and now you mad at me?
dog, i only fear a balance sheet
with gaps in it like shattered t~~th
i don’t need a f~ckin’ stunt
to make the numbers climb
i could stop today
and still be one of the most underlined
[part 2]
mink draggin’
look like chewbacca was gettin’ towed
shoes ostrich
fit drippin’ like a centerfold
whip tinted low
it look abandoned like a hidden road
chop in the coat
turn a critic to a minced kebab
stove lit
i chef a key like a beethoven piece
left the drum by the organ
like it’s saint sophie’s
paint holy
dipped the tec in saint laurent, spray emojis
broke the bank open
then broke the safe open, the same motion
sh~lls ejectin’, out the heckler
like a pelican throat
pressed the metal, left impressions
like a skeleton coat
weapon expose
suppressor like it’s said in a low
you know the clip stay attached
like a relative’s loan
every gem in the bezel
resemble venetian glass
blew a bag
left the paper stretchin’ like a sheik in fast
sh~t get greasy fast
saw my opp, i had to leave and laugh
‘cause i could k!ll him with a feature
i don’t even rap
two~tone, baguettes inside the blue stones
two phones, one for business, one for new hoes
crew known, sh~t, we move like lucky luciano
mood shown, stashed a few bows inside the juno
too grown, i make plays
i never do loans
broke boys stressin’ over shoes
like they lou jones
new chrome, hit his ribs
sound like a trombone
i ain’t sparin’ nothin’ but the infants
like the ozone
meta this, meta that
meta what? i met a plug
meta made a meta~bust
now he met with dust
met ‘em at the met gala
dressed like the renaissance
told ‘em “get your bread up
or get your head adjusted”
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