Sofa King Lyrics - Ft. Capital STEEZ & Jakk Tha Rhyma (Aka The Third Kind) (Prod. Danger Mouse) - Video
PUBLISHED:  May 18, 2016
DESCRIPTION:
Lyrics: JaKK Tha Rhyma & Capital STEEZ

Passionate rappers get casketed, with no remorse.
Was holdin' my spot -- ti'll I after it, showed 'em off.
Sworn by your sword.
Behind 'em a trail of slain amateurs, the pen packed with coke
and cannabis when he handle script.
The rhetoric reflects off; they teachin' they probably underrated,
no they the problem, they region! The season; the spoken word: that's the kind of elevated.
From dope to complex, from quotes and context.
With an LV ridged flow.
So... my shit's designed to stretch, check my... lines and text, be like nines and techs.
F-air play, 'The Kind'; get divine respect. Said It took sometime, crafting this god's gift, roller coaster ride,
emergency break, -- to train wreck.
Uh! But from that emerged greatness, attention was well underpaid, like a blank check.
They base steps off a history's past tracks.
They wonder how we make leaps bounds without lookin' back.
(Bound to be the greatest, we studied from the best of 'em.
You must be irrelevant to question this intelligence. We lift off,
rip raw, best acknowledge this; bring death to you and yours.
More sleepy hollow than hollow tips.)
Come on Joe, you really gotta be kiddin'. Waitin' to blow up, we givin' them aneurysms.
Quit with the remedies and rhythms, and the writtens, I'll be
kickin'. It's lyrical ammunition.

Yo peep the rhyme!
Used to do this in my leisure time.
Read the fine print, I redefine writin' easy lines.
First amendment; lethal coerce of pennmanship.
With or without a pen, I proceed to exert my excellence.
I'm excellin' in more rhymes than rugged rats.
Without holdin' a duffle bags or bustin' caps.
You frontin' man, I'ma do it ti'll my lungs collapse: and blow
way ahead of my time; Tunguska blast.
You really thinkin' you ahead of me, dude?
Encumbered; this shit was dead before I stepped in booth.
If there was a competition: excuse them from condescending.
But I have been kinda expectin' some tension from my contenders.
At least what's left of them!
'Cause many men have been turned into excrement.
Ha, regurgitate rappers?
And just an amateur, if you worthy of battlin'.
I'm crossin' out names with an asterisk.
The mic check, is like a vi-ce-scrip, to crack your li-m-ps.
I give a "much obliged" for the word play... along with -- a bag of
ice and a first aid.
Won't believe he's underage and he's that ill.
But you will surprised by the range of this cat's skill.
Come on homie get a clue!
Spittin' a written I writ for this individual.
Showin' what my pen'll do: get rid of you. 5 words: "I am sofa-king, lyrical!"

This is not my song. This is Capital STEEZ's song.
Check out more of Jamal's work!
Credits: ►
http://genius.com/albums/Capital-steez/Amerikkkan-korruption
http://theproera.com/music/
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