[King David]
Pound out a masterpiece , a catastrophe
Broke the system masterfully
The bastard seed
Rap’s illegitimate son
The chosen one
Makin the crowds run when I raise my gun
But this gun aint got a clip
It’s 100 millimeters wit two lips
I only count blue chips
My rhymes are royal
While my opponents toil
Til their brain’s is boiled
And leaking fluids
My flow’s the pinnacle, you can’t pursue it
My mind is fluent in rhymes I’m prudent
My whole crew is lucid, ask my girl lucent

[Lucent] [ghostwritten by King David, completely, just for sample purposes]
You heard of gangsters?, well we’re gang stars
So them other planets ain’t on our radar
Above par, raising the bar, so far above the levels where they are
Niggas bow down and respect the new czars, kings of this rap game
Regardless of fame, jus speakin our names sends a shiver through your frame
Beyond the comprehension of your mortal brain, can’t attain our range of planes of understanding, bam bammin mics, killin freestyle nights, annihilatin any mc steppin to our might, it’s a constant fight, getting the formula right, it changes all the time, but we have seen the light, it shines and brights our path, as I traverse this verse with wrath, my rage is spillin, I feel like killin, I know im illin, poppin pills, with a brazen will, playin the field and blazin steel, somebody grab the wheel, im careenin outta control, and im about to keel over, in my Range Rover, rollin on the streets it gets no colder, no support, cause I possess a mind of another sort, and I don‘t resort to lazy retorts and pointless reports of politics, acknowledge it, the flow‘s nasty, and the words is sassy but this bitch is classy, eatin up mics like mike and ikes, I write till my mind’s no longer right, and I lose my sight, respect my bark, but never forget my bite

[King David]
Any intrusion into my views, an I’ll contuse your soul, and confuse your mind, cause I infuse the pools of fools, and break the rules, dumbin down a sound, pound to an ounce, to trounce all chance of misinterpretation, give it a bounce and pounce on the club sensation, keep racing my point across the nation, generational gaps are bridged through my raps, you can’t map my path, you can’t crunch the math, so complex, the nexus is next to us, we concuss your trust to dust, then adjust what’s just, so you lust over our skill, but still can’t touch… so while your blades rust, we’re stainless steel, and cause wounds that can’t heal, maybe a raw deal, but we’re just being real, deliver words you can feel

open mic, homo

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