Story Behind The Song

Everybody wants to be a dope MC but are they?

Song Description

Capsers need to disappear

Lyrics

Caspers

From black thought with the lyrics to kendrick who's the realest I throw shade on lames who's dry rhymes need diuretics
introspective esoteric I word play with these poetics stacking bars like a savant gifted hard to manage
On track my raps clap back and body cocky bastards who sign away their rights to be in control of their masters
most listen but don't hear Q tip your ears the peoples instinctive travels and the paths of rhythm have reappeared
On a quest with Muhammad through raps middle passage I put two in the air for
Phife Dawg dagnabbit
YoSemite Sam I go looney tunes fam
when loot packing beats with a
universal life span
I been going for mine since three feet high and rising riding beats leaving shorties screaming in defeat
Hot like fire fueling a bohemian rhapsody reimagining genius like Freddy Mercury
watch your fat auntie clap and stamp
her feet I will rock you till you lip-synch what I Speak
master of ceremonies super MC If
I'm not your favorite rapper
rewind this Ep

This is King Pleasure throwing back to
the street bridging the gap between underground and the elite
An alpha check my stature ,omega I remastered ghosting competition I'm ahead of these Casper's

Walk to the light let go break out of
sight I'm transcending this medium
Leaving the surface behind
Rebuilding brain cells off the strength of my rhyme soul for real mad wavy cuz
I'm one of a kind
Brooklyn is the illest see I represent
life but please don't get it twisted I
will uplift your spine
Real recognize real I know your missing the difference hold up let try to be
a little specific
tight fitted mental midgets sound more than a lil ignorant lill Sambo's gotta go
Inoculate the sickness
repping culture I can separate show from business but minstrels should have been quarantined for spreading illness
Built with introspective isometrics
I'm a lyricist your regiments lacking mental power lifts
street soldiers need to Fall in or get dismissed special forces move the
crowd with official rap tactics
a veteran word technician dropping a rap classic reminiscent of whats been missing
I'm feeling nostalgic
After five fingers grip the mic I'm spitting black magic spell bound to flame on the simple and the plastic
flipping the script on lavish rap habits
I used to love her now she mumbles trapped in madness
If this is it I'll live and die to free up
the mix I won't ever be dismissed
as nigga talking shit

This is King Pleasure throwing it back to
the street bridging the gap between underground and the elite
An alpha check my stature ,omega I remastered ghosting competition I'm ahead of these Casper's