King Los Freestyle | L.A. Leakers Freestyle #193

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[Part I: Bobby V's 'Tell Me'] [Verse: King Los & Justin Credible] Listen. I can't wait till social media die And what's real start to expose all the secrets and lies, baby You never had a man look you deep in your eyes? Some feminine ass nigga told you he was the prize? Look; what he meant to tell you is he was deprived When they replace masculinity with healings and pride Hedonistic sexual fantasies and demons that slide The coroner said he could hear spirits screaming insidе See, his whole life his mama told him, daddy wasn't shit 'Cause shе gave that nigga pussy, then that pussy nigga split Now she a single mama out here pushing pussy and she pissed And if you pussy like your papa, they might put you in a pit Nigga, you ain't pushin P; you pussy, you clit You ain't pushing to the limit, niggas push you, you quit I push a button, call the clique, they be pushing in them clips I have my twins causing Malice like I'm Pusha from- I signed my first record deal, my clique was pushing bricks I was mastering vocals, but they was good with the mix My engineer was dope, yeah, we was cooking that shit So when my fans start fiending, I get them good with a fix I was finishing my album, that's when everything switched Took a tragic turn the kidnapped my CEO's chick Now in the streets, that usually means eternal conflict Type shit make you go from comrade to convict From G code to street code, to code red and bomb shit The parmesan make Peter rob Paul and palm shit But back to the nonsense, this is it One step away from my dream, shit was lit But the fans had to drop on them boys to hit the lick How you backdoor your main homies and flip the script? Fast forward, now we back in the city on different shit Where they lay low and give halos with extended clips Got a call from the label that I did the business with They said the FEDs came to knocking, but we ain't witness shit But you know we got to drop you, that's how the business get I'm sure you make it out someday through your penmanship Shit would click, hello, I ain't even get to vent Heart fell down in my stomach, I'm sick as shit Speaking of sick my nigga, picture this In the trunk is where they found her body, she was in the- That's how know I was sent here Hold on wait, that was her name, Sintia Marty, when I seen it on the news I was in tears Plus, I was stuck back in my hood for six years (Crazy) Thinking all I need is one more dance Then that same label that dropped me gave me one more chance You must be ready to die, say you might rap the best Bitch, I'm Biggie out the grave, this my life after death Did not pass the test around and let y'all copy Rappers won't say my name, but I bet y'all watch me Labels back you, you flex all cocky They had to buy your chemistry, so you won't be my next autopsy (Ow! Ow!) Dissect that, I elect my dialect Make my pupils dilate, I'm like the butterfly effect Study the Shuttery effect, look When life is- when life is buffering, like how do I connect? (Come on!) Remember Simba looking in that pond, how do I respect Niggas I son, but won't see me? Like, how do I reflect? When they lying and everybody following them birds Ask Mufasa, nigga, you can die from what you heard Shit get hostile in a purge My delusion got me out of the hood, so at this point using logic is absurd The watchers of the Earth chanted mantras to manifest my existence And had a galactic conference at my birth Where a sentient being told me that conscious is a curse She was right, I could always see the nonsense in reverse And in the darkness, it get worse They put so much money on that boy head, that nigga had sponsors on his hearse Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to mourn Hip-Hop To fake aIgorithm and streams to make your shit pop I'm flavored the big clock But you niggas got the rope around your neck and can't survive without the TikT- [Part II: Raekwon's 'Incarcerated Scarface'] [Intro: King Los & Justin Credible] Ooh! Okay Nice Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Okay Yeah, yeah, what up though? Listen Yeah Check it, check the story. Okay. Listen Listen Come on [Verse: King Los & Justin Credible] Now, Polly was piping Paula 'cause Paula papa the plug Got Polly peelin' the Porsche, pushing all the popular drugs Paula just purchased percs 'cause her body perfect, she perky She drop her addy, pop a Addie, follow it with a perky Give brain like a scholarship, she swallow dick with a purpose Polly be poppin' pistols out tinted-out white suburbans Push up on a nigga then hop up out of it like a burpee (Nice) Flow so cold I got it in flavors, this bitch is s- Now, Justin, these rappers is writing this down And they adjusting to wear my flow like a costume And say it's custom, they call each other private on silent With no discussion, if there's one thing they all agree on, it's don't discuss him Every day a rapper discover that I'm disgusting Wrap himself up in the covers and go to sleep in discomfort If he even had a dream he put on my sneakers and scuff 'em He better wake up then buff 'em, apologize to the public (Keep going) I'm a shoe in, don't sneaker diss on the subject Defeats increases, I keep kicking this rough shit And the bitches love it 'cause him a rich nigga, like an aneurism raptured They say "Damn it, nigga, hush it," don't jam this shit with substance You go viral if you say some shit the algorithm fucks with (Yeah) Oh, you right, uh, uh, kill slide, murder, death, drill ride, uh Pop pills, fuck bitches, praise money to feel fly (Woo-hoo!) Uh, uh, uh Smoke on opp packs, spin his block, pop back (Yes! Yes) Wait, stop that (Okay) And you still die, that shit sound real hot My house in the hills high That means my bills high, and my spouse love a hills high When I was capping pills, I lived in a dope dream That means living in a broke dream, look Now, it's icy on the wrist, only VVS (I see it) Never CSI (Yes), ain't no Ice Tea on the wrist (Nah) Young wavy motherfucker, tread lightly on a bitch Just open a DM, I think your wifey on my- (Wow) As soon as I red "head", she ice spice me in the whip Only need her eyes and mouth I put a shiesty on that b- Look, she a shiesty little bitch and you a motherfuckin' trick (Come on), pussy She a lesbian and you a motheruckin' lick, p- Why y'all making me do this? Yeah, you a lick, pussy I leave your face in the two-lip (Come on, man!) Basically foolish - mad, I said it myself It sucks being this good, I get ahead of myself I said, look, they scared to death, I hear they breath, they shook My peers is stressed, 'round here, your breath get took [?] step 'cause chest to chest, they rooks I see your flesh, they fear the chef, they cook (Mm!) They almost had me pissed My leakers ain't the-, you lying ass ashy bitch This goop scoop, aye, Super Ray, don't ask me shit Just know, in the end, I'm cooking up some nasty sh- (Woo-hoo-hoo!) Look, talking 'bout cake (okay), but you barely getting some That strap on my shoulder (okay), bitch you better get you one (Nice) Talking all that fake shit, nobody even here Heard they ran you off your block and you can't even go back there Where you came from, day to day, these bitch niggas start something else (Facts!) Hey, they be working my nerves, hey lord knows, I can't fuck these birds Shit that I've been through My city still so beautiful We don't let snitches come around, 'cause that to get pistols aimed at you And you can get hurt in Baltimore, (Bmore, What up? Let's do it, man) aye, aye You be talking that street shit (Talk it, talk it), aye That gangsta this, gangsta that But all that cap ain't working now We might have to murk him now (Mm!) He think we can't touch him now I make one call and they'll all crush your- (Black out on 'em!) Bitch, I'm from the block (ooh!), where niggas bakes off in the tan (Ooh!) Cook whole pies and break the bitches off into grams That mean I heard it all before like it was part of my plan Till I got sunshine and it's in the palm of my- (Sunshine Anderson?!) Look My shit is exquisite, my vision is different You can physically visit my mental state and pick an exhibit Quit the bull', I'm unequivocal, the lip of a critic Can never diminish nor disseminate my mission delivered in minus I administer that of a minister mixed with a menace Nigga, mind your business They be trying to mimic the science of defiant chemist Reverse engineer my craft and you can find the remnants of the highest pigment You bias liar, you know I'm perfect, never find a blemish My flow mirrors cocaine, but every line is endless, now dive up in it It can open portals, my life story is a giant helping hopeless mortals With no good morals with all the cycles I broken for you You still revert to your earthly ways being so disloyal I'm underwhelmed by your presence, bitch, it's over for you God said he made me the king of kings, put no thrones before you How could your clones destroy you? Why would you rock with them niggas that throwing stones towards you? And hoes that don't support you? They want me cast out I see it through to address it and it's a glass house (Yeah) Fuck it, let's crash out (Crash out) I'm the only real living legend, ain't take no fast routes, nigga (Crash out!) [Part III: UGK's 'Int'l Players Anthem'] [Intro: King Los & Justin Credible] Crash out! Yo, King Los, that's what we doing For the win, for the win Winning team in here For the win, for the win Hold up. Hey, King Los, that's what you came to do tonight For the- nah, hey, hey, hey I chose- Hey, my brother, didn't know, I was going to drop the third one on them Say when? It's a three piece [Verse 1: King Los & Justin Credible] It go mustard-color Lamb Chop. Guns look like a ham hock Clout will get that man popped (Yes). That'll make his 'Gram hot (Talk to 'em) You going to slide on who? (Who?) You've been pussy since the sandbox (Ooh) My hood ain't got no beats, but we put white girls in that tan spot (Huhuhu) Playing plot, jam rock. Hand to hand expand guap My niggas go on drum solos if they see they band stop Man, stop. Your ancestors piss in white-only bathrooms (Aha) This type of shit could only be cultivated in black wombs (He's heating up, he's heating up) Crack boom, early 80s. Niggas whipping birds with gravy Thugging 'cause the world is crazy (Yes). Oyster Rollie, pearl Mercedes Fuck you, pay me. Schools fuck you, those that make the rules fuck you (Yo, King Los) Buying silly jewels, fuck you (Hahaha) Presidents you choose fuck you Cancel culture, vulture, media and news, fuck- (Like that, like that, straight like that) Hold on, let me take my time Baby, listen line for line and God might show you the sign She want a Aries nigga ram it, 'cause we fire in the sack No bull'. Soon as my tour is over, I'mma hit her back I drop a gem and I tip the scales of fly shit when we chat She a cancerous. Likely that's a toxic bitch. It's trap Leo girl around me, I have her lying on her back You can't have her go become a virgin. God ain't fixing that You let her up the score peon, she a scorpio at that She said her sun sign is a sag, but all she do is cap 'Cause she the goat for giving niggas throat, flying across the map It's the age of Aquarius. Is your consciousness intact? If she a pisces and her water broke (Nah), look we could learn from that I'm the one your whore will scope soon as you turn your-, look She's scar, I came up in these streets hard She trying to fist a [?]. Bitch, I need brain like the Geek Squad (Yes) I'm talking leave me drain to the stains make the sheets hard She love me 'cause I'm 10 toes down and 6 feet tall She want to get saucy. Ride it like a seesaw Crib in the tropic smell like lavender and sea salt (Los) You trying to keep a change, he trying to chop it. Set it free, dawg He scared I show his whore a movie; you ain't never see Saw? (Horror movie?) I'm the czar with these bars, who effing with me, dawg? My aura cool from deep, I'm Stephen with the three ball This definitely my arena, I set the precedent with my integrity, my demeanor Impressive; I'm always the precipice of the highest zenith Look at what I distinguish My goal in my eyes, I'm Kyrie when applying English Never seen this kind of genius, the child to T'Challa, you niggas ruling What kind of kingdom? Take the people, provide them freedom You suckers is succubus; motherfuckers, you bottom feeding We said you mean, not a medium, you are not a demon You little niggas is not what we see, you the same nigga be jocking the tree (Yeah) You dumb if you think I'm sticking my dick in that dusty little pussy she prob in the streets Niggas be pushing a lot of deceit, propaganda that them rocking the sleep Your podcast be the broadcast for the large cast of the profit at least (Facts) Look at you pushing the plot of the beast (Facts), I wonder who line in your pockets with grease [Interlude: Justin Credible] Yo, Los, nah, hold on [?] [Verse 2] You got it to leak Won't like it with me 'cause you not in the lead (Keep going), I can go up the top and the top of the beat It's a whole list of rappers that I can compete (Come on!), you can throw me a top that I can complete Locking with me 'cause you got to compete, you ain't gonna never slide on the beat? Little niggas got a problem with me? Okay, cool, got a capiche Dead-broke used to drive the Caprice Fucked up used to dodge the police (I see you) Paid dues, but I got the receipts (I see you) Home of the wire, you got to believe Got to believe, you got to believe Home of the wire, you got to believe (Show 'em) No, fuck that Nigga you got to know (Show 'em), if you trying to blow it's a lot to achieve Please don't watch the watch on my sleeve, don't be jocking us watching us leave How you giving us the side-eye from the sideline and you not in the league? You get in the game and you not in the league, they mentioning names and I'm not in the three? What is the logic if niggas is popping a lot of the shit they adopted from me? I am the G (Come on, Los!) I am the G (Come on, keep talking), O-D (Talk to 'em) High-key (high-key), lowkey (Lowkey) Aye, love myself (hey), aye, aye. Go me, aye (Go me) She want the D from the OG. Spell it, huh! I'm a dog (Ooh), aye. No leash. Hold up, huh High-key (high-key), lowkey (Lowkey) You a alpha? Bet. We gon' see. Hold on He the whole alphabet, he just ain't no P. Aye, aye High-key (high-key), lowkey (Lowkey) Try me (try me), I know street Hey, tough guy (tough guy). They don't bleed (They don't bleed) You Hi-C (talk to 'em). You so sweet (I see) A problem (I see you) I don't need (None of those) Bullshit (bullshit) I don't see (None of that) I work hard (work hard). Get no sleep (Every day) I so good (so good) they go "Sheeeesh" (Hahaha) You know the history, it ain't no mystery (Facts) It ain't no miss me. Don't need no company, it ain't no misery Need no assist, nobody assisting me See the persistence, see the consistency? Low and behold is the flow of the century No one is colder they know not to mention me And not to mention, I mentally entered another dimension I am a deity, I am an entity Interdimensional thinking ability Rappers a pitiful mental facility This is my syllabus, not my soliloquy Nigga, my pen and my pencil could literally Heal the world and steal your girl, wraps of oyster filled with pearls Life's a ocean filled with oysters I pray your head ain't filled with voices I pray your day is filled with choices Your garage is filled with Royces, your cups is filled with Henny (Yes) Play your NEX is full of good sex and your friends ain't filled with envy (Come on) Lately I been feeling stingy with my love and I got plenty Since niggas filled with opinions, keep your pockets filled with pennies That's my two cents (Come on! Ye), that's my two cents Do my two-step (Go crazy), they love my accent. Hey, watch this (Just Credible!) Hey it's Power 106 (okay), it's 100 degrees (Aye) It's me and my nigga Just' (come on!), we just murdered y'all with frees', aye Feel like Mortal Combat, murdered y'all with freeze My flow is just sub-zero, aye, could you throw me a word, please? Oh, easy. Let's go- Easy let's go, hold on, let me put that in the flow (Do it) I don't really give a fuck about what these niggas say, they think or what they know, look I can break it down, I can take it down, I can shake the ground like a earthquake () Said Baltimore, fuck all of y'all, fuck all of y'all, that's my birthplace (Ooh! Okay), look, give me another one All right, let's go big three Big three, pick me Hold on in a tribe, the first tribe was the Pygmy That was up in the north zone Niggas can't understand that I made all clones, all y'all (Ooh!) Come home, call home, like ET, I'm on TV (Yeah) And I took the "B" put it on "ET," that's BET And I'm so good, I could be ET And I might own BET, I don't give a fuck, I'm on CDs and on stereo (Woo-hoo-hoo!), hold on, nigga Y'all niggas venereal, this is an aerial View from y'all can't see, this is imperial Y'all niggas know (Like that) Like this is empirical, what you say? Let's do like- bars, bars Bars. Hold on, "bars," that rhymes with stars And stars is far (htat's right) and you can't touch those I get my flows from the stars (Okay), I got too much flows (Wow), hold on Nobody but Los, only me (King Los) I'm the homie, I'm the only one, I'm the only G, look You say King Los (Yes), they kiss the ring, keep the ring close Keep the thing close in case a nigga run up he going to sing toast, listen, listen This is my motherfucking choir (Come on) LA right now, the whole world is on fire (See that, man) Prayers out there to everybody that's suffering (Pray for them) I know it's fucked up and it's tough for them (Ye) But we came here to drop bars off (Crown, the crown) Top floor at the Waldorf (Let's do it. The crown) I fuck around in I come on (Come on) I don't stop rapping, Just' gon' to have to get me hold, dawg He going to have to take the fucking walls off (King Los) Yeah, nigga Ain't no call out, no call off, no stall off, fuck all y'all I don't really give a fuck, never see my flow fall This protocol, this a free fall, this a freestyle (For real) But guess what? (what up?) It ain't free now It's 2025, I need my money on the top Y'all niggas better give me mine, or know I'm coming off the top (Get to 'em!) Yeah, might be coming off the top, in the drop I'm coming off the top (Get to 'em! Off top) Your girl got in the drop, took the top off, she's coming off the top When she sucking, I'm coming off the top (Go crazy!), you niggas get running off the block (Yeah!) I don't give a fuck what y'all saying (Los!), right now it's like 100 o'clock (Okay) That mean I've been rapping since my whole life and giving niggas all flows I don't give a fuck, you know my real name is Carlos, yeah But I'm not Spanish though Yo! But the gun is and I shoot that bitch like Ingles Don't give a fuck what niggas talking about, aye, play my single (Hahaha) We going crazy Hey, you know the motto, nigga; "Fuck you pay me" (Just like that. Winning team) And it's win, for the win, it's the winning team (Aye) Aye, aye, aye, aye