Rey Morado - Emporer's New Clothes (feat. Hassan el HoBo) [Prod. Mikedbeatsbyd] Lyrics

I been feelin' evil as of late, uh oh they agitate me, conversation interrogation
I get anxious, suspicous intent, blood of a gator
Stuck in the matrix, rest on torture stake
F*ck these other niggas dog, I got more at stake
I place more to plate, so much weight, we gone eat doe
Never stay the rod but I'm willin' to teach though
I peep code, Neo, she willin' to deepthroat
Cause she needa peacoat, cold ass nigga I am, still sizzle like a drip in the pan
Still light that bitch up, been accosted by the man
Slur words together, I ain't never popped a xan
Skin dark, offa the tar I be Tarzan,
Friction clickin' in my wrists, a nigga got charred hands
Old wardrobe, the f*ck if it's offbrand
I got so much juice, I make em say aw damn
And to be completely honest witcha was never livin', forever livid
Live in Hell & I'ma cherrypicker
F*ck a chair, need chariot
Buddy buddy for the clout, bitch who asked for the charity
If she choosin' on me, prolly f*ck my niggas too
She figure can tell a lie but them eyes a spell the truth
This is bigger than cuttin' yo hair, grabbin' a suit
Tie yo tie tight as possible, yeen scared of a noose?
You lost my nigga

This is a fragment of creation with a crayon, cranin' necks gone get the glam
Glimpse of the plan, only glyphs, dont be glib
Bobbin the quip, since the sand in my stance reminiscent of the Buddha hands
Benevolent, brutal-less buildin' in dedication of rhythm
I am but a scribe, I just define my fine livin'
Thats legalized trippin', legalese only laughable but they aint fact
I ain't tippin' out the treasure chest, coffer as deep as my lungs
Pass it down as parable, pair eye with bull, old peer tryna lackey you
Lackin tryna assassinate the moat that stand before bastion
Brash nets as massive as mastiff you clash with
Beethoven strikin' out on bakin' soda, chose a charlatan attitude today
Kno it kept his frontal lower
Never palm nobility, way down to shoulder, a soldier, a flimsy holster better hold ya hand
Stay stoked Ricky Roll in the land, I puff on cord just after the chorus, roll it in
Ran right, tell it take the tape after, take stock in demand dont be a minute late
Dont be a minute late....dont be a minute late...