Listen to Killuminati song with lyrics from Joey Bada$$

Killuminati

Joey Bada$$, Capital Steez12 Jun 2018

Killuminati Lyrics

I'm a beast with these flows

Two birds, one stoned, you get geese'd when trees rolled

They say I'm evil cause I trained my ego to see gold

Cause he know, seagulls couldn't see these goals, please

It's the return of the Beast Coast

No cash flashed, but the cheese still make teeth show

Incognito, is how you move on the strip

What you tryna be Vito? Well there's rules to this s**t

Don't get clapped, y'all ain't real spitters, y'all lips chapped

Better watch it, Mr. Nice Watch, don't risk that

I got a six-pack of bare skill that I spill like that

And everybody know (that s**t crack!)

Y'all ****** softspoken, down below choking

The type to drop the soap when you soakin' in front of most men

There's makes sense why you want beef, well this frozen

It's nuts for you screwed in the tool, and can't hold em

Better shoot yourself Plaxico, because I'm next to go

The Progressive flows from New York to New Mexico

My lyrical span is what the fans is demandin'

Step into my box and that's exactly what'chu stand in

Ain't no half steppin' around me

And you gotta drown a fish before you clown me

The young cop killer, I'm that ill, so doc' will ya

Give me two shots for 2Pac killer, *****

Soul searchin' 'til my flows are perfect

I ain't tryna be a slave to grow old from workin'

Sorry Bada$$, you lucky that I peeped it second

Tell them ****** keep it steppin' with they beat selection

Check the melodies, it's so heavenly

That s**t'll get your hipster move with no 7D's

Audi-o***m, can I bust soliloquies?

Got that s**t mix and mastered, both remedies

Grab a spoonful, we sturrin' up a pot

And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot

I'm flowin' like a volcano and drippin' verses off the top

Dirty cops still swervin' on the block

Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid

It's in my jeans so don't worry what my pants is

Get with the script, it's that ignorant s**t

And they bound to get sick of us quick but I ain't sealin' my lips

It's a shift, I know you feel it man

We blowin' up like a ceiling fan

Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam's man

When it comes to kickin' verses, I'm Mr. Van Damme

Crushin' strawberries, it's a jam

So throw up both hands if you can

Ironic how I'm killin' this s**t, until they bury me

My volume is going in depth with longevity

Stupids

 

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***