Kickstyle Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]As you can see,
I am proficient in the art of taking
Your taking is no match
for my KickStyle
En garde, come at me with
everything you have
Prepare yourself
Hahaha, this [F]that real [Am]hip- hop shit
Maryland state [B]of [Am]mind whenever
we [Bb]rhyme[Am]
Ayo, JMARS, set it the fuck off,
[B]homie (Vinyl Days, yeah)
Come the applause, [F]thank you

[Verse 2]
[Am]
I love that you feelin'
this like withdraws
Aim [F]to [Am]do more than just pleas[B]e,
more [Am]like to [F]ease
Painful [Am]everyday like them,
our people been strugglin' to wait [F]through
I'll [Am]deliver, piece on the
platter to the hateful
See me shine in they face and then
they start feelin' so grateful
To be [B]alive [Am]be fore it's off the table
Like Etern Assasin, like it's Cable and Kane
So to take this shit in the [B]vein
or you gon' meet that [Am]fable
I got time to kill any more of you,
if you got too much pride anneal
Before I don 'em, I'll make it humble,
but darker than Satan, hol' up
Please don't think no part of this
language is anger [B]for you of hell
[Am]Probably [Bb]say that I'm just p[F]oppin' o[Am]ff
Out the mouth I say, of course,
as I reshape the earth [B]like I was God
[Am]Spit what's [Bb]real,
I couldn't [Am]pass façade
Shop out my seal,
since I was a mass informant
Inside my [F]mother[B]'s abdomen, uh
Grip by forces [F]when my ass was born
[Am]Stubborn, his ass is a song,
'til they told my shoulder
At a psychic, guess this [B]why
I'm outta pocket more
My birthin' doctors was bad as
healin' [Am]as A[F]quaphor
That still ain't [B]stop me
Might turn [Am]your shoppers if Tory handles sorts
I swing at these beats,
I'm eatin' sashimi that I can [B]muscle, really
I do [Am]humbly [F]recei[Am]ve, this melody
The 10- 11 sentence can be with my cut[B]lery,
[Am]uh
RattPack, shit, [F]mother

[Verse 3]
[Am]fucker,
y'all know what's up (uh)
It's [F]Vinyl [Am]Days, [B]JMA[Am]RS (yeah)
Logic, Big Lenbo, the [B]motherfuckin' [Am]veteran,
set [F]it [Am]off (uh, uh)
[B]It's Le[Am]on

[Verse 4]
the
Teflon, vagabond
Microphone madness, one step [B]beyond
[Am]Turn around and look at that gate
we've been on
RattPack, nigga,
now we never switch form
And I'm right back, nigga,
like I've never been gone
Fuck calm, ring the alarm
like ten[B]nis arm
When I [Am]grab the mic,
you know I drop bombs
Jump off stage, get baked [B]like [Am]Fronz
Never verse [Bb]us, [F]fucked up, t[Am]rust us
Y'all see before the gusto
Holmes [B]dead, mics on [Am]sight
[F]The ar[Am]sonist, apart from this
Life as you know it,
come from the [B]lowest
Driven and we stow [F]it,
cold- [Am]blooded, they all [B]know it
All [Am]seen [F]it, [B]plot Zenith, can't [Am]reach us

[Verse 5]
Follow me on the journey, [Am]as we embark
To the start of this book for the fame,
came, life [B]is smart
When the [Am]flame was a spark,
had nothin' to lose
Everything to gain when this
shit wasn't a game
So you came with your heart,
feel the pain in your veins when you talk
Never seen the light of day but we stay
with perfect game in the dark
Playin' games leave you
layin' in the chalk
Want beef,
then we bringin' it a la carte
Nigga, [B]wait on College Park
[Am][F]

[Verse 6]
[Am]Bobby Boy Record[Am]s, motherfucker
[B]RattPack all day, real all the[Am] time,
you know what it [B]is
Y'all ain't [Am]ready for [F]that College
[B]Park shit [Am]though (hahaha)
We the Maryland boys, [B]homie[Am]
Eat [B]a d[Am]ick

[Outro 1]
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