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King's Disease III

Michael & Quincy

[Verse]

Pen sharp as katana, split the ink like banana

Gritty grammar, spitting manna, city’s skyline panorama

Chop beats, samurai slashing, vinyl crackle flashing

Bars tighter than a python grasping, no relaxing



Wheels spinning, thoughts keep racing on the axis

Past mistakes, future’s taxes, burning bridges over practice

Came from basements, where the roaches gave applause

Now the words cut deeper than the devil’s claws



[Chorus]

Boom-bap echoes, rhythm in the marrow

Streets sing the anthem, truth sharp as an arrow

Boom-bap grooves, make the speakers rattle

Heavy hits, life’s just a constant battle



[Verse 2]

Late nights, streetlights flicker Morse code

Life a tightrope, balance dreams on a worn soul

Knuckles bruised, shadowboxing with my demons

Every verse a cathedral, faith stitched between the ceilings



Mic check, one-two, heart beating in sync

Thoughts black ink, pouring out before I blink

Lyrical alchemy, flipping pain into a gem

Boom-bap the religion, let the sermon begin



[Bridge]

Basslines stomping, heartbeat of the block

Time ticking, can't rewind the clock

Cycles of the struggle, still spitting from the rubble

Boom-bap keeps me grounded when the world doubles

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