Beast Comin

Lyrics

AKIR ft. Karniege and [?] - "Beast Comin" [Emcee(s): Karniege, [?], and AKIR] [Producer(s): [?]] [Verse 1: Karniege] (Woo-woo!) Sounds like The Beast coming Bulletproof crooks, hundreds corrupted Pull over the car. Rodney King concussion Give 'em drugs and guns. In the hood, they love it Sounds like the concept is constantly crushing Brutal basslines, drums so seductive Rhyme for the beats, on their last dime for bugging Fighting and fussing, cussing and wondering How to pay bills? When the next meal coming? How to stay chill when the next bill comes in? Life got you stressed, you can't even function Youth ready to spaz out, want to break something At that point, I'd rather make nothing Turn into something, cash hundreds Stack bundles of that money Besides peace of mind, that's what we wanting No more drama. Listen to the songstress Mary Jane every day—our pain alarming Every rain in the game thunderstorming Flashfloods end the party [Verse 2: [?]] Heard a lot of people mad knowing [?]'s the chosen The chemicals I spit'll cause face erosion And I ain't gonna stop 'til some bones is broken Or fling projectiles like the U.S. Open I'm smart, fam. Everything I script is potent Career good—I ain't got to live in the moment Sub-zero cold—yes, artic frozen I linked up with Karniege, a prophetic omen Our flows take oath, and you running with roaches Stay in your lane, dog—ain't a fan of encroachment Even though I'm good, know a loser be hoping A frame get injured and shirts be soaking Haters on my diznick stop the quoting Bust in somebody face raw without the Trojan Yeah, I'll be on some funny shit. What is you smoking? The three you hear here be the perfect components My lyrical sword sharpening the opponents But I ain't know I hurt y'all. I was just flowing Spent your last days lost, knowing you zoning And couldn't make the call like your phone was roaming [Verse 3: AKIR] Yo, yo Loco, my motives are focused on quotients that grow To a bonus. Buyer to owner, snakes lie, bite in the open Thinking it's fly, try it, like it, and clone it, never Make it and, so, the hate makes 'em want to oppose us Posers vandalizing a poster of a brother that's A little bit closer to what's supposed to be life See his wife in a Porsche rose or cocoa-white. Body showers Tight—sold your right to succumb to the same plight Streetlights blue and white, Sig knife strife Humanite black model chick. In her sticks, no more rights Holding tight her chest, that has her over like Harassed by the cops on a motorbike. Plus, be coming Over like the wrath of a poltergeist. Focus sight Out the hood but he still knows the fight. Sick of being So polite. Slight oversight, balls of fist up With all his might, fall and strike, screaming as he throws a right