iight iight
if this is King Chrit, I don't wanna be in this nation/
And if this is your kingdom its time for salvation/
Ya think my name is Skiddles cuz im sweet, well im not/
count every one of 'em in the bag, for all the bombs i'll drop/
have yo ass gettin chased and runnin to the cop/
because i don't throw punches, i throw bombs/
If you talkin of a rainbow kid, you talkin bout yourself/
Because i complete this rhyme like Splinter Cell(game) with perfect stealth/
The flows on top, the rhymes in peak condition/
So just in case its time for you to shut your mouth and juss listen/
And if I got cocks so deep i talk hoarse and shit/
tell me how i beat ya if i can't talk like this/
Drop some knowledge cuz Im "dangerous" like Busta Rhymes
When the freestyle game is in shambles We know "King Chrit" commit the crime/
So If you want this guy to be your leader to destroy the game/
Then you tell me that this guys rhymes ain't all that lame/
I give him respect because he got his wins/
Vut "king Chrit" its time for a new empire to emerge and begin

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