DESCRIPTION:
Off Kalyst's Up And Coming LP "Kids With Matches" Coming Soon ! !

Beat By: Focus Confucius

Lyrics By: Kalyst & Kennedy Vaaler

Lyrics:

A smooth strut, ya know the one that makes em stair / could walk through mud, without a stain on Nike Airs/ march through a flood, without a drip up on his hair/ and when he gets up to his crib, it's your chick up in my lair/ (Damn boy) he's a smooth one, moves to a true drum/ in --tune with the mood, so let that bass line sooth ya and groove ta riff/ (ohh ohh), that's piff/ Focus split this up, and I'm Kalyst with the spit/ in the palace with the hits, and a chalice fulla Chris/ smokin' the hashest that they have, in the attic with the kids/ cause in havoc in the bizz, automatic what it is/ you can add up all the baddest still ain't addin up to shit/ cause I'm an addict for the flick, a caveman would call it magic from a bic/ make it rain with my rain dance so tell em have a cig so the ain't get madder when we batter this/ kids with some gas, other hand a book a matches and it's aaaa

Leaves a trail like a walking tornado and they say that k's brain is strange and unstable but they couldn't stay one day in my stable without being kicked in they face by the raged bull/ and that's word to the puma's on my feet, to remove all the rumors there's some bloomers that I eat, not to boost consumers construe any beliefs, but I'm super on my one up, that's if you seein me and if you not get squashed like some little brown Goomba cause I don't play around or even say a sound to ya, but it's like a comic book (POW) uppercut right through ya, not the way I hit the way I is (I'm Supa) Radiant, the stage wasn't ready when I stomped on the frame and then raged with town cause they came to get faded and get loud and insane howl in the rain, he's howling, howling again and i

So I'll be the king hornet, Kennedy the queen bee, and our honeys steady ready could our workers follow we and our nest is plenty heavy cause everybody can see the confetti overhead like (this is victory) I'm Gene Levy, and you're all fuckin up my pie, want it all too soon, you prolly take it, (don't lie), just know I ain't that guy, I'll grind till I die cuz that's what you're supposed to do, at least in my eyes/ so I sleep under skies where the vibe is alive and then me and my tribe vibe out all live/ I peak deep inside and release cheap dimes, (that's knowledge for free), fuck money (keep mine) don't need it any way, just a beat and I'm a heavy weight, speaking til I levitate and peaking in at heavens gate/ jesus are you ready we speak like prophets heavenly/ and beat they best up out they chest the industry ain't ready when we