King Moe - All I Ask Of You

Lyrics:

Yea yea yea yeaa
Uh

Real ones ain't
Really real no more
Gave a lot
I can't give no more
Remember me with the ripped Tees
That was back then
When my ribs would show
I can be a lover all day
Obviously shorty still a hoe
I done even have my heart away
I don't even want to
Feel no more
Never have I needed anybody
Trying to stick around
Cause my energy gold
Plotting on you
When a meal (mill) Is close
Deep down
They want to steal your soul
Niggas faker than some silicon
I'm riding around
Trying to feel the funk
Safety jacket with the chopper out
Like they don't even know
I'm trying to clear the road
I done popped so many percocets
That I don't even know
What type of pill I'm on
How you say you'd never change
When it ain't the same love
From a year ago
Main vibe stabbed in the spine
When she said she love me
Cause I feel she don't
Unc crossed the line
Left me in that ride
And that hurt me worse
Than kidney stones

Can you really keep it real
That's all I ask of you
I'm already in that field
I'm on that avenue
Thumbing through a big bank roll
That's what I rather do
The knife in my back
Like ice in my veins
I don't feel nothing
Can you really keep it real
That's all I ask of you
I'm already in that field
I'm on that avenue
Thumbing through a big bank roll
That's what I rather do
I don't feel nothing
I don't feel nothing

Who you talking about
Her with the body
She was clean
But her head super sloppy
Tinder dick
I admit how she got me
Same time
Green flowers I'm serving
Aunt Kim husband
He is going to tell
Where the work is
Knowing dam well
Then robbers be lurking
Laid on the track
Gun to the back of my head
If he bust
Then it's curtains
Taking no shorts
Yea you know what I worship
Ate the pain
Them niggas gave and I burped it
Hardbody
Took that weight and I curled it
Niggas soft
Pillow case, butter, sherbet
Cold blooded
I ain't trusting a serpent
Next woman
I'm going to hurt her on purpose
Off the meds
She on Xanax and syrups
Burn her head
Feed her back to the surface
Now tell me what I have to do
I'm in the field
Just keep it real
That's all I ask of you
If you my bro and you got smoke
We blowing candles too
I swear the day you hurt my soul
You let a animal loose
Ah ahh

Can you really keep it real
That's all I ask of you
I'm already in that field
I'm on that avenue
Thumbing through a big bank roll
That's what I rather do
The knife in my back
Like ice in my veins
I don't feel nothing
Can you really keep it real
That's all I ask of you
I'm already in that field
I'm on that avenue
Thumbing through a big bank roll
That's what I rather do
I don't feel nothing
I don't feel nothing

Woah Oh Woah Oh Yea umm
Woah Oh Woah Oh Ohh
Woah Oh Woah Oh Yea umm
Woah Oh Woah Oh

All I Ask Of You

King Moe - 5 A.M.

Lyrics:

Yea yea you already know what time it is with me nigga
Because I had to I say look
I know something telling me to do this man
Yea haha
You only got two you only got two options in life nigga
That's to get it or to never have it nigga
You know what I'm talking about?
Aye look

It's five in the morning I'm up baking chicken
Used to stuff a quarter ounce
Of midget in an oven mitten
Now I'm up and shitting
doing it big with all pun intended
Life ain't fair I'm on this ride
To go and punch a ticket
Son ridiculous and this shit
I'm spitting eighties Cain
I was thirteen selling twenty-eights of lady jane

Broke in Travis mama crib
I hope that she don't hate me mane
I was shiesty way before Pooh
So they can't snake me mane
It's still five in the morning
And I been up tapping tables
Ran a stack up off a dub
I could've ran off with a Acre
Could've ran off in your stable
That's Ralph Lauren on a caper

I was sleeping in a Ford
But now I'm touring in Jamaican
But then I spoke up to the maker
Because I love the breeze
Forgive me for the shit I'm selling
Same color pumpkin seed
Forgive him if a nigga steal from me
Cause I punish thieves
And I keep a bomb hidden
In my bitch Dungarees

It's five in the morning tired of tapping tables
Sliding with the goons on alert
Bout to catch a caper
It's five in the morning we ain't even tired
Waking up to sex, money, murder
On the Eastside
It's five in the morning
It's five in the morning
Shorty texting what you doing
I'm Thugging but I say I'm cooling

Aye I hate to sound crazy I talk to myself
Moe get these niggas gone they calling for death
Got curry chicken on my plate
Now I'm balling like Steph
My young nigga want a body
Hard headed as hell
I'm made for it just like Lucci
They wishing me well
Toss a nigga off the boat
They wishing him well

My notepad worth a bale
It's straight off the dock
Fish bowl the Lamborghini filet off the lot
Kel-Tecs be on Tetris they spinning your block
Lord forgive them all they want for Christmas
Get rid of Moe opps
I'll sell a zone of fake strong
But ain't giving no props
Still will make a killing off of scales
And digital stock

And since we talking scales
Y'all fishing a lot
I don't know nothing about no murder
Let's mention your broad
Mention the fact that
I was thirteen nickel and dimes
Mention the fact
My music slap like a pimp when it's five

It's five in the morning tired of tapping tables
Sliding with the goons on alert
Bout to catch a caper
It's five in the morning we ain't even tired
Waking up to sex, money, murder
On the Eastside
It's five in the morning
It's five in the morning
Shorty texting what you doing
I'm Thugging but I say I'm cooling

5 A.M.

King Moe - Feel Me (feat. Fat Meech)

@kingmoenc
@therealfatmeech

Feel Me

Feel Me (feat. Fat Meech)

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King Moe - Hold Up (feat. Baby Jitt)

Hold Up (feat. Baby Jitt)

Defrost

King Moe - Snapback (feat. Juice Da Mamba) [Prod. Treyo Snapped]

Lyrics:

Aye
Broke on that bitch in a Snapback
Then I ran that shit up
Off a rap check
Nigga you ain't completed a lap yet
But me I can slow it down
And still I'll be winning regardless
I can't help that I'm living so cocky
She want to pull off my boxers
Aye
Broke on that bitch in a Snapback
Then I ran that shit up
Off a rap check
Nigga you ain't completed a lap yet
But me I can slow it down
And still I'll be winning regardless
I can't help that I'm living so cocky
She want to pull off my boxers

Say look
I got an addiction let's get it
I love getting brain
While turning through
Lanes in the city
One hand on my Phillie
And these niggas lame
Why is you fixing your lips
Just to talk about a nigga
I'm with it you know that
They picture me, Kodak
I swear that I'm all about that scrilla
Shoota Loc in the car he got pistols
Before you try me better try again
14 in the trap trying to football a pack
Had to get to the sack like a tight end
One hand on that strap
I'm going to Moss something
So much smoke from the strap
Make the pipe bend
Back then I knew
Buddy was on something
Smoking soda
Right off of the sprite can
That's why I want a Porsche
And some nice land
Bad bitches straight from Iceland
No wonder niggas selling white grams
Nights like this
I wish that it would rain
Bust down we ain't petty plain
Jumped on stage and then
I made a name
And broke on a bitch just like
Eddie Kane

Aye
broke on that bitch in a Snapback
Then I ran that shit up
Off a rap check
Nigga you ain't completed a lap yet
But me I can slow it down
And still I'll be winning regardless
I can't help that I'm living so cocky
She want to pull off my boxers
Aye
Broke on that bitch in a Snapback
Then I ran that shit up
Off a rap check
Nigga you ain't completed a lap yet
But me I can slow it down
And still I'll be winning regardless
I can't help that I'm living so cocky
She want to pull off my boxers

Tell her talk to me nice
I don't play that
Talking your shit
Get you shot where you stay at
Ain't offering pleads
I don't know you little nigga
Pick locks no key
I'll show you little nigga
Let's go
I ran it up off of rapping and trapping
Man get me some
Crutches my legs hurt
I got too boujee I just wanna shoot
But they talk like
They don't know my hands work
Let's talk about money I'm locked in
Let's talk about music I'm top ten
These niggas act goofy
Grab the mousecatool
And they nervous
How Mickey just popped in
Texted her for the throat she said IDK
Freaky bitch
All she want is her body paid
Well ima just flex I'm triple H
Know my pockets
Swole shit I'm tryna pay
She call me white boy
My draws always Tommy Hill
Boss I feel like uncle Phil
Off to the Johnny
Cause I been shittin still
Freshest prince I ball like will
Za in the air backwood I'm zooted
Just hit a lick ain't taking bout Coochie
Young turnt
Nigga I was out like stewie
No cap no nigga can't top my music
On gang on god

Aye
Broke on that bitch in a Snapback
Then I ran that shit up
Off a rap check
Nigga you ain't completed a lap yet
But me I can slow it down
And still I'll be winning regardless
I can't help that I'm living so cocky
She want to pull off my boxers
Aye
Broke on that bitch in a Snapback
Then I ran that shit up
Off a rap check
Nigga you ain't completed a lap yet
But me I can slow it down
And still I'll be winning regardless
I can't help that I'm living so cocky
She want to pull off my boxers

Stop it

Snapback

Snapback (feat. Juice Da Mamba)

King Moe - Hot Hands
@kingmoenc

Lyrics:

I ain't gonna lie yea yea
I did that
Yea I did that I really live that
You know what I'm saying

Uh
This might be true
But you know it ain't right
Can't live my life
Had that work on the stove
I finelle that price
Cause the scale won't right
But don't touch that stove
Cause they say it's fire
Lot of lead in this fire
That was so long ago
But my hands still hot
Yea my hands still hot

Aye this ain't no joke
Back then I was so broke
I couldn't do the standard
So I went and got a O
I percolate me some Dro
You'll think King Moe the newest Hammer
Now I'm on TV and doing damage
Used to brеak in your crib
And search through the channels
I'll brеak on a bitch in some Gucci sandals
Or run down on your clique
With exclusive ammo
DJs ain't the only ones looping samples
Saw a fiend hit the pipe just to levitate
Get no spookier than that
You can rewind this track
He gon probably OD when the record break
What you smelling is probably a dead body
What you hearing is pain with the trebled bass
Quarter pounders got me getting fed properly
Had to sell lucky 7s in section 8
Used to fuck with a bitch who was selling sage
Light a candle for me as I Star search
Man fuck all that rap
Gon hit that little nigga up
With the pump until his car burst
I'm a demon with Tetris my block cursed
Praise the lord
Cause it could've been far worse
Ask my cousin Dearlo
Before Instagram and a follow
I sold me some block work

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This might be true
But you know it ain't right
Can't live my life
Had that work on the stove
I finelle that price
Cause the scale won't right
But don't touch that stove
Cause they say it's fire
Lot of lead in this fire
That was so long ago
But my hands still hot
Yea my hands still hot
This might be true
But you know it ain't right
Can't live my life
Had that work on the stove
I finelle that price
Cause the scale won't right
But don't touch that stove
Cause they say it's fire
Lot of lead in this fire
That was so long ago
But my hands still hot
Yea my hands still hot

Cop a eighth from me and
I'm going to hit it with the shake
I ain't have to google that
Dc tell me watch what I say
But I don't care who react
I'm from that Wayne County
In that Tarheel state
Man that shit like a booby trap
So even though I'm top rhyming everyday
I'll still knock a noodle back
Cause when it's war I'm the loosest canon
Snooze a nigga
Like motherfucking new Pajamas
Baby Drakey on me throw a stupid tantrum
Then lay up with a bitch and get too romantic
All I need is three sixes that's too satanic
Bitches sipping Lasseire
Like the newest Brandy
Kidd told me go in cause it's too apparent
I got bars full of smoke
I'm like who could challenge
I was eight when Mane
Showed me the Tre five seven
With black tape around the handle
Way before I would rock designer
I wore black and white skis am I a panda
I never focused on playing ball
Cause I felt like A.I ain't have the answer
Way before I touched California
I sold me a pack straight from Calabasas

This might be true
But you know it ain't right
Can't live my life
Had that work on the stove
I finelle that price
Cause the scale won't right
But don't touch that stove
Cause they say it's fire
Lot of lead in this fire
That was so long ago
But my hands still hot
Yea my hands still hot
It might be true
Even though it ain't right
Can't live my life
Work on the stove
The scale ain't right I finesse that price
Ouu under pale moon light
Under pale moon light

Hot Hands

New EP "Going Board" by SLNC

Follow SLNC:

https://www.instagram.com/sl_nc/
https://www.youtube.com/slnctv7402
https://music.apple.com/us/artist/slnc/1541909795

SLNC - huh

SLNC - clique hoppin'

SLNC - trade It

Lyrics:

Sitting in the trap making house calls
All that loafing too expensive what your couch cost
I was coasting in that rental what about y'all
Told my right hand sometimes you got to hit em southpaw

Middle finger to the law, I'm an outlaw
Middle finger to the law, I'm an outlaw
If you got vision, but no hustle, it don't amount at all
I say look

Open your third eye it be the ones next to you
You find yourself exhausted if you being too accessible
Quarterbacking plays of Hail Mary till we catch a few
Don't know magic you reach for my karats you turn vegetable

Around a bunch of know-it-alls it seems questionable
Just a little food for thought that's indigestible
When it comes to moving weight I'm a professional
Plush baggies stacking work inside the sectional

Pay attention to these gems I'm dropping crystal clear
Playing pussy, you get fucked, but ain't no whiskers here
When you roaming through the streets keep a pistol near
All my kings sticked up like a wicker chair

Without the fishing gear we left em hooked
Claim they getting chicken but it seems undercooked
That's why I'm doper than a fiend syringe
They point fingers when they could be lending a hand, let's go

Sitting in the trap making house calls
All that loafing too expensive what your couch cost
I was coasting in that rental what about y'all
Told my right hand sometimes you got to hit em southpaw

Middle finger to the law, I'm an outlaw
Middle finger to the law, I'm an outlaw
If you got vision, but no hustle, it don't amount at all
I say look

Switch to southpaw I hit em with the feature first
Suckers know that I was born to kill like the reaper's birth
Do this for the youngins in the field that's on street alert
Tried to be a Christian but the preacher said that I'd be cursed

Astaghfirullah I'm such a godly man
Crimson tide Lexus sliding blocks is such a Hockey game
Fishbowl windows so they see me drip like drops of rain
Cause rain used to fall through the ceiling of my house of pain

Children of the sun I know exactly what my roots are
Before you step up in this field you got to take your shoes off
Mike Jackson won't the only nigga that could moonwalk
Cause I was trapping like a fool, stepping on some moonrock

When life hand me lemons I make sweet dessert
You can have the planet what your reason's worth
The ghetto is a set up but the meek the earth
Riding with a bomb I hope they don't do an illegal search

Sitting in the trap making house calls
All that loafing too expensive what your couch cost
I was coasting in that rental what about
Told my right hand sometimes you got to hit em southpaw

Middle finger to the law, I'm an outlaw
Middle finger to the law, I'm an outlaw
If you got vision, but no hustle, it don't amount at all
I say look

Outlaw (feat. SLNC)

I'd like to welcome you to the King Moe show

Surviving the pain while riding the wave they see I'm floating, yeah
When I drive in the rain
I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm going, yeah
Drip candy paint, I ain't sipping no drink but I bottle emotions
Healing my pain, even though it run deep as the bottomless ocean

Surviving the pain while riding the wave they see I'm floating, yeah
When I drive in the rain
I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm going, yeah
Drip candy paint, I ain't sipping no drink but I bottle emotions
Healing my pain, even though it run deep as the bottomless ocean

Like a fish on a hook, I got my life on the line
Label tell me, sign my social, I politely decline
A hundred thousand views on YouTube, they wiping the down
That Rondo on me in the booth while I'm reciting these rhymes

I was sipping prescription in L.A
Then I ran on some paper like mail day
Being married to the game like hell date
Country nigga had to get this shit the bale way

Carolina raised
Just like the Horses and Hogs and field of tobacco
The struggle was hard, it left me scarred
But now I'm just peeling the scab up

The teacher, she used to pick on me in class
Said that my shoes were mishandled
Worked to the scale, I'm excelling in math
Now look at these Gucci's Mrs. Campbell

You know the first will soon to be last
Now is it up to me to scramble
Keep this on the cool,  a emcee with moves
Now watch what I do with this hammer

Surviving the pain while riding the wave they see I'm floating, yeah
When I drive in the rain
I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm going, yeah
Drip candy paint, I ain't sipping no drink but I bottle emotions
Healing my pain, even though it run deep as the bottomless ocean

Surviving the pain while riding the wave they see I'm floating, yeah
When I drive in the rain
I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm going, yeah
Drip candy paint, I ain't sipping no drink but I bottle emotions
Healing my pain, even though it run deep as the bottomless ocean

Used to be a nobody, now I got a fan base
Still selling three for tens, they like McDonald's pancakes
My hands ache, catching carpel tunnel on this road to riches
Blue and red up in my cup, I'm mixing up the Oprah winfrey

Keep it gutter that's color purple I had to decode description
Yoga flame, that's in every bar, but somehow the flow is frigid
Thinking that I came too far to let them expose a blemish
Rich or poor, I go too hard, how I weather both conditions

Hit that lick when I was fourteen, I ain't need no co-defendant
They say honor ain't amongst thieves so I live by the code of grimlins
Mama said, boy, you're too smart, don't you got honor roll credentials
They say honor ain't amongst thieves cause streets done stole my niggas

The teacher, she used to pick on me in class
Said that my gear was mishandled
Word to the scale I'm excelling in math
Now look at Amiri Mrs. Campbell

Got it cracking like eggs made them break fast
That mean it's up to me to scramble
Keep fire on the hip, I was selling them nicks
Now watch what I do with this cannon

Surviving the pain while riding the wave they see I'm floating, yeah
When I drive in the rain
I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm going, yeah
Drip candy paint, I ain't sipping no drink but I bottle emotions
Healing my pain, even though it run deep as the bottomless ocean

Surviving the pain while riding the wave they see I'm floating, yeah
When I drive in the rain
I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm going, yeah
Drip candy paint, I ain't sipping no drink but I bottle emotions
Healing my pain, even though it run deep as the bottomless ocean

Bottle Emotions

Lyrics:

Go on and shake it like a salt shaker
She got me breathin' like I'm Darth Vader
When we leave the club she get the real business
Layin' in it stayin' in it thumbin' through them bands with it

She throw it back and don't be playin' with it
She throw it back and don't be playin' with it
She throw it back and don't be playin' with it
Layin' in it stayin' in it thumbin' through them bands with it

Girl get your fine ass over here like why you teasin' me
Shawty know she pressure so you can not get it easily
I don't do no simpin' I'm a boss, but I might trick to treat
She a freak-a-leek, got me breakin' her back like B&E

Got her twerkin' on my Glock, I know she feel that
White on rice, Shawty say she on me real bad
Slow down, baby, why you keep on throwin' pills back
I'm going take her to the crib and we are going to film that

Ooh Ooh, that bitch got some head with her
One, two, I put my third leg in her
Ain't worried about your baby daddy, hoe, I'm bred different
I can't say what I want to say because the feds listen

Eating good treat a hater like table cloth
I just spilled a whole eight of raw
Got gang members that'll knock a whole label off
Fuck around and disable y'all

If you burn bridges, better have you a way across
Either way I'm going to break the vault
Chef boyar King I'm the one who create the sauce
And she want to taste it all

Go on and shake it like a salt shaker
She got me breathin' like I'm Darth Vader
When we leave the club she get the real business
Layin' in it stayin' in it thumbin' through them bands with it

She throw it back and don't be playin' with it
She throw it back and don't be playin' with it
She throw it back and don't be playin' with it
Layin' in it stayin' in it thumbin' through them bands with it

Hold up, slow down, baby, what you sayin'
I just took a pill, she took the other half of Xan
Got a cup of Third Ward, I just poured a avalanche
Shawty on my tab and she took a tab again

On that North Carolina water, came through drippin', splashin' in
Buddah tell me in that order, he just came through with them bands
Booty vixen, she from Florida, I know she just want the bag
But tonight we speedin' off like no limit on the dash
Down that hoe super thick, can fit a skillet on her ass

She super soakin' with the grip, but she do it with no hands
Round one to round six she knocked me out, I need rematch
I'm addicted to the bitch talkin' bout, I need rehab

Go on and shake it like a salt shaker
She got me breathin' like I'm Darth Vader
When we leave the club she get the real business
Layin' in it stayin' in it thumbin' through them bands with it

She throw it back and don't be playin' with it
She throw it back and don't be playin' with it
She throw it back and don't be playin' with it
Layin' in it stayin' in it thumbin' through them bands with it

Throw It Back

Lyrics:

Y'all already know what time it is with me, man
Enormous, do it big, bigger than most, the biggest
The hugest, the largest
King Moe, I say look

Rocket in the sky, I'm taking off, bitch
I went from a trap house to a loft, bitch
Having motion like my Glock, there ain't no off switch
Rocking red shell toes pop out like crawfish

Haters smile and wave I know they fake that hay for horses
I can't wait to pull up in something worth way more than your mortgage
Why your label putting out that trash I ain't supporting it
Five-four with a four-five, but that bag on me enormous

Grinding and grinding, I'm changing the climate
Look how I shine, I'm a dangerous diamond
Came from the projects, I aced the assignment
I know how to fish, got a plate full of Salmon

Like a producer, my head in the loop
Was searching for me, it was hourly timing
I'm a big ol' dog I'm telling the truth
I stay away from the cowardly lying

Yeah, uh, I made my momma and dad happy
Cause I'm about my cheese like a kraft addict
Thumbing straight through these numbers a mathematic
Watching out for the cross like I'm half-Catholic

Pulled a knife out my back, took a stab at it
Came up out the blue it was hat magic
Swear to God, I went ape, I went chimpanzee
COVID-19, it's a cold on my wrist

Cut that bitch off cause she spoke on the biz
You know it's raw when I pour it it fizz
Destined to ball and my scrotum is big
Water on me dripping over the bridge
Built me a arc just like Noah had did
Smoking no square but I'm toting a Sig
I say look, nigga

Rocket in the sky, I'm taking off, bitch
I went from a trap house to a loft, bitch
Having motion like my Glock, there ain't no off switch
Rocking red shell toes pop out like crawfish

Haters smile and wave I know they fake that hay for horses
I can't wait to pull up in something worth way more than your mortgage
Why your label putting out that trash I ain't supporting it
Five-four with a four-five, but that bag on me enormous

Rocket in the sky, I'm taking off, bitch
I went from a trap house to a loft, bitch
Having motion like my Glock, there ain't no off switch
Rocking red shell toes pop out like crawfish

Haters smile and wave I know they fake that hay for horses
I can't wait to pull up in something worth way more than your mortgage
Why your label putting out that trash I ain't supporting it
Five-four with a four-five, but that bag on me enormous

Traphouse To Loft

Lyrics:

Enormous, bigger than I ever been
Counting up more skrilla than I ever did
If we into it, I won't bring it to you next of kin
I'm coming through your front door like you let me in

Won't let them take me, they can't check us cause it's chess we playing
For the record, I pick freckles with this F&N
Why you popping all them percs, you know they pressing them
I fought with that devil too, but I'm suppressing him

These new niggas got the game twisted, painting poison
The agenda that they pushing is going to taint your aura
Guard your heart, ears, and eyes, sometimes you can't avoid it
That's when strength, guard the wise, now you can say I warned you

I was eleven, writing bars, dreams of making fortunes
Ayy, Bills, how I'm supposed to make this chorus
That's my big uncle, yeah, he hustled out of vacant fortress
Since they all with that gangsta shit, I'm with that gangsta shit

Pants sagging, head napping with a handkerchief
Found my Uncle Glizzy and taught myself how to aim that bitch
Ain't know how to fade, but I'm a barber if it came to it
When Uncle Batman had them Caprices, I dreamed of lanes to switch

A boy in a daze, all I ever really wanted was a Porsche and a stage
Where I'm from niggas use a fork to get paid
No restaurant service when that raw hit the blade
Ooh, why that fiend cough with a shake

And why he cry for alcohol when I offer a plate
You was at your mama's eating crawfish and steak
I was watching shootouts, it was war for estates
You can keep the distance if the love really fake

Me, I love this glizzy and fit snug on my waist
Hear my phone ringing, that's the plug on the way
If they ever catch me slipping OJ gloves for the case
Cause I already know that shit be love until it ain't

If a man show his hand, that's when you judge by what he play
Thumbing through this dirty money, that's a tub in the bank
With this oil, I'll make a mill cause they say Russ did the same
Allah make me ENORMOUS

I'm talking, make me big enough, they'll build a statue of my face
And this blood tied to poverty, are chains that I will break
Let my family see the sunshine, Lord, what will it take
Enormous, bigger than I ever been

Counting up more skrilla than I ever did
If we into it, I won't bring it to your next of kin
I'm coming through your front door like you let me in
Won't let them take me, they can't check us cause it's chess we playing

For the record, I pick freckles with this F&N
Why you popping all them percs, you know they pressing them
I fought with that devil too, but I'm suppressing him

ENORMOUS

This is my Syncr Open verse entry for the song 'Monsters' by Syleena Johnson. Check out this Hip-hop Soul track dedicated to the struggles of mental health. 

Syleena Johnson - Monsters (feat. King Moe)

Syleena Johnson - Monsters (feat. King Moe)

Famous Without A Deal

Steppin' (feat. Mozzy)

Mega Warrior

Ai (feat. Juice Da Mamba & Mac DaBlacksheep)

Dayum

Mandala

100 Reps

Bleu Chanel (Prod. Joel Venom)

3rd Eye

Mega Ape

TNS First

Ninja Punch Music's Front Liner and Wayne County native King Moe is prepped to drop his long awaited "Hollywood Moe" project. The project is set to release December 16th including all production from King Moe and being Hosted by North Carolinas own DJ B-Ski.

Hollywood Moe

Intro (Hollywood Moe)

T.W.H.T (The West Hell Theories)

Lil Baby [Prod. Shaquille Beats]

Beautiful Lies [Prod. King Moe & Mellow Productionz]

Fresher Than You [Prod. Mellow Productionz]

O.I.L (Obstacles In Life)

Keep It G [Prod. Tats N Tunes]

King Moe - Beat The Odds Ft Deu2ces [Prod. Kato On The Track]

Beat The Odds Ft Deu2ces [Prod. Kato On The Track]

Terrence Lemont Faison (born April 22, 1993), known professionally as King Moe, is an American rapper, songwriter, and record producer from Goldsboro, North Carolina. King Moe started taking his career seriously while he was active duty in the US Army. He is affiliated with Active military and veteran musicians in a collective called Ninja Punch Music. NPM is ran by TMR aka The Marine Rapper. King Moe is mostly known for his appearance on DFD music’s album Hits The Collection. That song is called “Bands on the way”, which features legendary hip-hop recording artist/record producer Pastor Troy. 

Although King Moe represents North Carolina with passion he was born in Norristown, Pennsylvania. At the age of 6 he was always singing and showing off in front of a camera. Every family reunion his family expected him to sing he says “It was like a tradition”. King Moe wrote his first rap at 11 years of age and recorded his first record at 12 and since then has not stopped. Raw lyricism with catchy melodies is his signature sound.

King Moe

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