Crooked I (KXNG Crooked)

[fox69]

"Kxng"

"Kxng"


Yeah take a look at me and see a titan on the throne
Me and my niggas we keep a bad bitch, bitin' on the bone
Hold up though, what you little niggas out here writin' on the song
Hella pathetic with telekinetics start thinking with the lines then pen's writing on it's own
The Jedi order, I mastered this shit, a Jedi warrior
Yet I warn you, I'ma be keeping one eye on you like an insomniac nigga with a dead eye
How much you wanna bet I hoard the illest chicks alive
I had a dream I was playing footsies with a girlfriend tootsies
So I walk up out the bed I order
A ticket for Florida
She a red-eye border now
I'm rubbin' the clit she suckin' the dick
Whose pussy is this?
Man, I don't even needa ask
But that's as far as I'ma go though
I'ma let you freaky niggas part of black Twitter eat her ass
I'm gettin' back to the grind
Probably thought I went to Kinko's just to send you this song
So many facts in the rhymes, Crooked I's back in his prime
But nowadays they call me the king

K X N G though
The X is a Roman numeral
For ten, I'm ten times better than I've ever been

Six is an embryo
Even before then, the Greek historian Heroditus
He let history know
The face of the sphinx, the drawing on the pyramids walls, was all of this negro?

I'm a motherfucking king
All hail, you can hate on me and I'ma wish ya'll well
'Cause on the stairway to heaven I saw hell
Did it all with my C.O.B. cartel
The way I be rockin' bells, I should call L
And I don't want problems at all
But if the beef poppin' the streets we would start beat boxing {b-tuh-tuh b-tuh tuh b-tuh tuh brah-zell}
I don't understand the mentality of niggas who want to randomly challenge me in abandoned reality
All the manic and mad in me 'cause I won't hand them a salary
Demanding me to give them what's mine
You outta your mind, thinking you could fuck with the family
Nigga that has to be insanity
You understanding me, I'm Amityville mixed with Mr. Hannibal Lecter packing a hammer to shatter you
Get it poppin' like Shabadoo
Get your wig peeled get your face on the windshield gotta grab you off the glass like an alley-oop
Do the shin burn rubber in the Caddy-Coup
Cali boys, we don't like you rap stars
But we do like jewelry and fast cars
I'd rather fill this room full of hoes
Chill and forget about twelve of my last bars

K X N G though
The X is a Roman numeral
For ten, I'm ten times better than I've ever been

In a room full of rappers I be the elephant
Hellephant in the room 'cause nobody wanna mention that I been one of the best on the west
Since I touched down on Kurupt's album
Tha Streetz Is a Mutha
Motherfuckers that's one thousand

 

[fox69]

"KXNG Tut"

"KXNG Tut"


Me and my niggas, we sip spirits in a gold chalice
Bare witness to the God Amun Ra
Anybody who try to fuck with us is gonna be the next mummy
It's a wrap, put that on anubis nigga
Twenty gold chains niggas call me King Tut
Twenty gold chains niggas call me King Tut
Twenty gold chains niggas call me King Tut
Love all my haters nigga I don't give a fuck
Enemies wanna kill me nigga I don't give a fuck
All a nigga know is Makavelli hit 'em up
Twenty gold chains niggas call me King Tut
Twenty gold chains niggas call me King Tut
And I ain't even have to bust a tool in a while, but the tool separate a fool and his smile
I move with the.cal
I represent the movement with style, you're talking to the jewel of the Nile
Twenty gold chains niggas call me King Tut
I write in hieroglyphics and my body's inked up
I brought you astronomy the universe and my mind sync'd up
Real niggas time hold your drinks up
Still in my prime like I'm Optimus, plus I'm an optimist
Chicks put their mouth right on top of this obelisk
I'ma just fuck her sarcophagus then put her womb in a tomb that's sarcophagus
Keep that in confidence, here sign these documents, promise its common sense Dominick's not with the drama miss
You gave me brain like a scholarship, I'm too in common bitch
Twenty gold chains niggas call me King Tut
Love all my haters niggas I don't give a fuck
Enemies wanna kill me nigga I don't give a fuck
All a nigga know is Makavelli hit 'em up
Twenty gold chains niggas call me King Tut
Twenty gold chains niggas call me King Tut
I never sold my soul, so they hatin' on a leader
The beat's a canvas-I paint the Mona Lisa
My voice vibrates when it came over the speaker
Like Jay-Z and Nas I just take over the ether
Laws of attraction, gotta keep you snakes under pressure
Industry is fake a bunch of wrestlers, music they dumb it down to keep you in the dark
I'ma turn the lights on like I'm Tesla, yes sir
Twenty gold chains niggas call me King Tut
Love all my haters niggas I don't give a fuck
Enemies wanna kill me nigga I don't give a fuck
All a nigga know is Makavelli hit 'em up
Twenty gold chains niggas call me King Tut
Twenty gold chains niggas call me King Tut
The Sphynx of Giza Typically negro and all it's features
I remembered, the ancient passages of Heroditus
The ancient Egyptians were Hebrews of the same type, as old Native born Africans
Just to think that this race of black men, today, are slaves, and the object of scorn
The very race to which we owe our arts, sciences and even the use of speech

 

[fox69]

"LA Leakers (Freestyle)"

"LA Leakers (Freestyle)"


You out there?
You are now tuned in
The lends zoomed in
The camera's recording
My Concorde Jordan's
Move from the shoes to the true's to the Gucci belt
Be sure
That it moved to the dude
Who the face of the West Coast
Let's go get him
Face of the West Coast
Let's go get him
Yeah
Face of the West Coast
Let's go get him
Yeah
Face of the West Coast
Let's go get him
L.A. Leakers
Just incredible
Sour milk
Let me show you how I'm built
I started off in bad meets evil on loud noises
Then I hit the BT cypher
Had to show the world
How wild southern cowboys do is
Had to give rappers of the underground voices
Then we dropped [?]
Then I had to murder the remix with Yelawolf and TI
Slaughter house is hot as hell
You're on that same old
But I'm like say more
Before enormous [?]
Guess what I'm trying to say is
That I'm still on the streets with it
Walking with my Gandhi gun
I'm so at peace with it
Please get it correct
Quick it's a piece with it
Far enough on your turnbuckle
Have you crying uncle
Like you and your niece did it
Show me a nigga who's against the incest
Beats get fucked royally you're really like sticking a dick in the princess
Would say I'm pushing weight
Like a nigga who fixing the bench-press
But that shit older than Oprah
Told you I've been
Yeah goes up
You slept on me nigga, dozed off
I get it jumping in this bitch like a [?]
Plus my dog talk like I'm the owner of Rock Nation cause I'm a cold boss
[?] Liter show
Don't play this for seven days and watch them say
Shit was all good just a week ago
God of the West Cost
Know the flow nice
When you signing shady aftermath and used to be on
Death row
God of the West Cost
Know the flow nice
When you signing shady aftermath and used to be on
Death row
God of the West Coast
L.A. Leakers
Just incredible
Sour milk
Shady records
What's up M?
You created a monster
Church
God of the West Coast

 

[fox69]

"Let Me Get It"
(feat. Tech N9ne)

"Let Me Get It"
(feat. Tech N9ne)



[Intro]
Predator shit, PREDATOR!
("You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be?
You need people like me.")
[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Let me get it
They let a Cali boy in Slaughterhouse, it's a wrap
38 spec shit, rounds in the strap
Tryna get off the last ounce in the track
My OG's in the 'Lac, bouncin' to Zapp
That's our lifestyle, stunt hard, gun large
Pickin' em up not givin' a fuck about a gun charge
Zippin' em up in a body bag, fuck niggas mad
Welcome to our house, dead rappers in the front yard
I ain't Steve Nash, nobody get a pass
I found the nigga that made a top 50 hot MC list
And my Glock committed sodomy and shot him in the ass
Standin' over his body I probably shoulda asked
Why the greatest rappers gotta be somebody from the past
Compared to Slaughterhouse, a lot of niggas trash
Followin' a fad, what would I do if they follow the Slaughter
They prolly swallow this hollow and a mag
Tongue full of dung, it's shit talkin'
Niggas want me dead, fuck it I'm still walkin'
Enemies in the club, fuck it I'm still parkin' the coupe
First put the roof on a milk carton
Walked in, they hand me the mic
Told baby girl it gotta be tonight
My bed or your bed?
Yeah I'm thinking with both heads
You know, great minds think alike
[Hook: Crooked I]
What you got under that skirt? (let me get it)
Vodka, Henny and that purp (let me get it)
Cribs, cars and net worth (let me get it)
Slaughterhouse gang, Tech N9ne go and get it
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Lot of molly, an out of body experience
I'm feeling kind of Gotti and all ya'll into weird events
A party prolly jolly counsel me when I'm inherent
With the shotty ridin' when I party it's Abu Dhabi
Who can I pick it up, wick it up I'm a rip it up
And I'm gonna get up in my zone now
Fuckin' the women I'm up and I'm winnin' I'm [?] now
Pussy poundin' I'm pushin' polygamy procedures
Packin' and poppin' pretty penis pockets I please her
These I ease, Techa Neez got the bees of an evil deed
But I'mma G, never see us
With a telescope nigga cause it's hella dope
I got so many worshipers with me, I could sell a quotes
I yell the most, I tell the goat
I'm gonna take it even if they hate it and fill the boat
Fellas, you tell us to gel it, we're gonna quell his hope
Embellish a [?]
When I rhyme I'm conniving cause I bring
Live wickedness brightening your high beams
Frightening life like some lye in your Visine
Psyche swiped clean, high as the hygiene
Let me get it
Pussy, weed, a licker yo, let me get it
I don't kick it if you be messy with it
Tecca Nina keep KCMO on the fitted
Any Slaughterhouse gang affiliation I'm fuckin' with it
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Crooked I]
Nobody seconding what I be spitting, we misfits
Gonorrhea mixed with diarrhea, that sick shit
You fuckers wack, need them Puffy plaques, them big hits
Them R. Kelly, I'm so rich I piss on a bitch hits
And bitches get the business
In a convertible eatin' big dick
While I'm parked like a picnic
Wrapping they big lips around my stick shift rockin' French tips
Suckin' me hollow after they swallow my kids
I'm askin'
[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Let The Beat"
(feat. KeAna)

"Let The Beat"
(feat. KeAna)



[Verse:]
She went to Victoria's secret
Then she went to Frederick's
She plan on getting naked
And let you disrespect her
You can turn the lights off
'Cause her shits electric
She climb on top arching her back
With a sickest methods
Have you stuttering like
A sk-sk-sk-sk-skiping record
That's how I got a stripper pregnant
But that's a different segment
She sending naked phone pics
And ask you, did you check it
Your skin smells like bubble yo
[Verse:]
Baby girl is candy, sweet as chocolate omlettes
And she the shit she should own Stock Insurement
I'm about to go and see what we have in common
Tall dark and charming, brightning on the armin
Fresh like a B-boy, dress like a D-boy
I should be next to your flesh like a keloid
Thug sex I'm the best I will destroy
Your cookies while you mess with them decoy
Everybody on my team looking for some action
Ballin' so hard baby ass will feel taxin' it
And we only ride on the strip when it's action pass
Slave master that's how them whips are
Back to back walk' in the club
And they ask how many bottles you need
We on the building like a nigga on the property
Dj turn the music up and lights down
All you bad chicks on the floor right now
[Chorus:]
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
[Verse:]
The bad bitch is playin' the corner dawg
So we like to block 'em off at the corner wall
It's COB and we was born to ball
I'm playin' with bills with more juice than Orenthal
Bottles in the club now they asking if I'm hood rich
My answer wearing a shoe if my foot fits
You can see the Louie logo in my foot prints
Spend so many dollars they don't make good sense
That's why they love me
From Dina, to Tina to Trina, Corina
Sabrina, Katrina, to Gina I seen 'em
Dancing on the floor, the way she move her body
Know she work it in the bed, bet she perfect with some head
I love the ganzu, be fly every time
Even the car head shorter than mine
But still fine though
That's the kind I'm tryin' to find yo
Private dancer I just need a sight show
[Chorus:]
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
[Verse:]
She stand still but her booty shake
Yeah
She stand still but her booty shake
Lil Momma introduce me to your sushi plate
We should go on an X rated movie date
She threw her hands in the air
Then she turned to the side
And her body started moving like a slinky, yeah
I want her wrapped around my pinky
And I swear to God her body's yelling freak me
She stand still while her booty shake
Yeah
She stand still but her booty shake
I love it when she swing her hips
Put her fingertips in between her lips
I want her between them, fill in the blanks
I will stop this on right now
'Til vanilla, caramel and dark brown
I wanna see you break it down
I wanna see you break it down
It's the pretty round brown
Driving me, you wow
[Chorus:]
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
Let the beat control your body
When you dance
[Outro:]
Slit slit COB
Your beat is turning me on
Oh you got me going
Come give it to me to me
To me
Come on
Uhu do me real good
Hit it like a real nigga should
Uh come on and give it to me

 

[fox69]

"Life After Death Row (Interlude)"

"Life After Death Row (Interlude)"


Slain and knew the language. Like, the stuff we talk about or the stuff with this Crooked I or Eastwood talkin' about on they album. That's, like, so damn hood. You know, and everythin' you talk about is reality stuff. Like, when Crooked I said he parked the five and come the bike. Right? He really do got a five and he really would jump on a bike and pedal
When I was in the pen doin' five I sat back and I watched the game. I watched the game. I watched how people was doin' stuff that I did in '92. They still doin' it in 2002. And the too high the justice for us on the West Coast in the streets was Crooked I and Eastwood. So high you in...
One of the things was that Crooked I came to visit me when I was in the pen. He was like, "Well, look, I'm workin' on this. I want to do this. I want to do this." I still saw you guys do is kick back, rush your neck. And that's exactly what he did
Damn! After I left Death Row Records shit got all bad. I mean, nobody wouldn't even fuck with me. You know, like, nobody in the industry, man. I mean, I... I felt like I had a dark cloud over me. Like, records executives would run in the opposite direction when they see me comin', man
They was scared... they was scared of what Death Row Records represented. They was scared... to do business with me, so I had to go back to the streets. I had to... I had to do my independent thing. I was fightin' a gun charge at the time, so I had to sell my cars, my trucks... I had to put my jewelry in the pawn shop. I had to start all over, man. I couldn't even financially be there... for those that I loved most

 

[fox69]

"Lift Me Up"
(feat. Novel)

"Lift Me Up"
(feat. Novel)



[KXNG CROOKED:]
They say I'm a slave to the dollar 'cause for the grind I push everything to the back-burner
To me it's bravery and honor tryna liberate my momma from the ghetto like I'm a Nat Turner
Isn't it ironic how we face imprisonment, catching cases for tryin' to escape the places we livin' in
I look up at the stars feelin' like Stevie, I wonder is this the same sky he said there's a ribbon in
'Cause down here we poverty stricken, cheap as property: Mediterranean Avenue Monopoly living
Liquor on every corner and somebody religion so we can body some vodka then go tell God that we sinnin'
I see death is on the corner, listen heroin and meth is on a corner
Little Caroline and Jeff was on the corner, now there's flowers and some candles, they very last breath was on a corner
Footsteps in the sand, some was God some was mans
Then it was only God' 'cause God carry man, I need you to lift me up if you can lord

[Novel:]
All this pressure that's on me, all this weight that I don't need
And I'm jogging in sand and it feels like my shoes are concrete
I need you to lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, need you to lift me up

Gunshots in the air again, we livin' that nightmare again
So I'm asking you does anyone care again, life is fucked up for a ghetto American

These rappers are arrogant, ignoring the community's pain just to maintain fame but those the same
People that put you in the big chain you're wearin' in your video so I'm going against the grain
Ain't talkin' about just Pitch and Caine, too many of the hood gettin' slain, obituary in a picture frame
It's a shame that you don't even give a fuck, your fans want shit to change, y'all better lift me up

[Novel:]
All this pressure that's on me, all this weight that I don't need
And I'm jogging in sand and it feels like my shoes are concrete
I need you to lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, need you to lift me up

[KXNG CROOKED:]
Gunshots in the air again, we livin' that nightmare again
So I'm asking you does anyone care again, life is fucked up for a ghetto American

Yeah, this is hip-hop, this our culture man
I'm lookin' at y'all doing y'all interviews, y'all rappers, y'all fuckin' rappers man
They ask you some real shit about what's going on in the community and you avoid it all cost, avoid it like Ebola it's time for us to talk that real shit

[Novel:]
All this pressure that's on me, all this weight that I don't need
And I'm jogging in sand and it feels like my shoes are concrete
I need you to lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, need you to lift me up

 

[fox69]

"Light Up (Freestyle)"

"Light Up (Freestyle)"


Is it my fault I go deeper than most you rappers can
Send prayers to all the families in Pakistan
Let em build the mosque over by ground zero
Every Muslim in America does not support the Taliban
First off, I'm a political boss
Take Malcolm Little then cross him with my criminal false
I'd done seen the houses niggas done bought
I'm a take it further, I'm about to go live in a vault
Yea, living like a greedy vulture
Cut me deep enough and find some Afrocentric culture
All about peace when I approach ya
If the elephant in the room is beef, consider me the poacher
Yea, this is for La Raza
Talking to revolutionaries in Swahili or Ruru Sasa [?]
Always keep a bad chick in mi casa
Shouts out to my homegirl Leassa
Nah, I'm not the dude you assume
I been here even before leaving my mothers womb
I oh so been here for many moons
That's why my body's missing from my Egyptian tomb
Listen, what if Coretta Scott never buried her husband
What if there was never a need for Harriet Tubman
Prejudice is how some Americans function
Then the sheriffs come and lock me up for carrying guns in
Ever since we got a black president
They say racism is dead, well where's the evidence
Sean Bell, Oscar Grant, what do they represent
Huh? My skins is hated as it's ever been
And since God made me black instead of white
I keep a burner like Turner, I mean Nat instead of Ike
Rappers can unite every race under the sun
Hand wrapped around a mic, homie I'm the one
East side, Long beach, the son of a Osiris
Dropped outta mystery school although my grades were the highest
They gon' mention Crook in history fool, maybe I'm biased
Cause he is I and I am your highness
Bow down in the presence of a Pharaoh
Strike a peasant in the heart with a golden bow and arrow
44 in the apparel, I will blow a barrel
Shake the dice on the flo', oh I am taking your Deniro
I used to eat peanut butter out the jar
Now it's peanut butter guts when my doors ajar
In the gorgeous car, pull up the Porsche and park
In the Beverly Hills oyster bar, the boys a star

 

[fox69]

"Listen With Your Heart"

"Listen With Your Heart"


For those dead gone, yeah
Pull out a little little hard, show respect, yo
See you on the other side,
Down goes another one, Louie shades on my face, tears dropping under them
Another mother sun shot down, living troublesome
Grab this dead body out the coffin started hugging him
Please God why? I heard it in the cry, she collapsed on the casket, put murder in my eyes
I turn it when outside, grab the burner in my ride, if murder move in the circle, the circle will survive
See you on the other side
It's hard for me to face it, your number in cell, it's hard for me to erase it
Only thing I can do is get the 2 extra Glocks
Can't even say the name detective may connect the dots
When they come to hood murder, I don't respect the cops
Put your case in the cold files right next to pops
Biggy small's gone well let me crooked to don't laugh so respect, homie, it could be you
See you on the other side
Listen to your heart, when he's calling for you
Listen to your heart, that's nothing else you can do
I don't know where you're going and I don't know why
Listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye
Ok, bye, bitch.

 

[fox69]

"Mace Windu"

"Mace Windu"


At this point my industry colleague who first opened the meeting
Took the floor again and answered our questions
He told us that since our employers
Had become silent investors in this prison business
It was now in their interests to keep these prisons filled
Our job was to help make this happen
By marketing music which promotes criminal behavior
Rap music being of choice
He assured us that this would be a great situation for us
Because rap music was becoming an increasingly profitable market for our companies
And as employees we'd be able to buy personal stocks in these prisons
Immediate silence came over the room

Your robocop can't even read my rights
Look into his eyes I see the spite
Real evil like
Guess 'cause I'm black he don't gotta be polite
That what they treat my people like
I'm turning the other cheek tonight
Cause if I have my heater I take him to the dark side at the speed of light
See his life
Flash before his eyes
That would be a sight
The theme song for the murder
We gon' be alright
But I ask myself, will we really
Is it hope for you and me
We killing each other with hollows
We giving each other them tips with no gratuity
We killing each other with more impunity than immunity
Even those in the so-called woke community
Arguing with each other how we can broker unity
Its lunacy
Living in this country already roped us beautifully
Strange fruit, history wrote the eulogy
Provoke the fooler, I tote the tool with me
For my own kind
Cause we was educated by the wrong minds
That fact took a long time
To register
Like standing in a long line
But now that we know, its go time
Like the O-line at the goal line
And I'm strapped with so many chrome nines
I'm armed to the neck, like a clothesline
And me and my girl, yeah we both tote iron
Main ones talking about pride
We both lying
You know the science
The government wanna bust you
Niggas you don't know wanna crush you
Plus you gotta look out for niggas that's close enough to say I love you
Be the ones at arm's reach the quickest to touch you
Here's a future, fuck you
If you're plotting on me
Why's your spirit so rotten homie
I was only begging for a drop of water
The sun was hotter than lava
While you was in master's house with Chach and Jonie
Watching
But I possess perception
A diamond tester I can spot you phonies
They'll never call me Toby
Better yet they'll call me monster Cody
Obi-Wan Kenobi
Chopping you like a top shinobi
Chop you slowly then I drop your brody
I gotta
I leave you armless like them jackets we used to cop from Zody's
That's west coast shit
Even these old ass coons can get the full clip
Like a minotaur having menopause intercourse
Beating them old pussies up, yup
We with that bullshit
Cut you like glass, put you in a grave
Bitch you like school skipped
Bitch you got it twisted
I'm wavy as a cruise ship
Sink a nigga quicker than a snitches loose lips
I guard my karma like my faith's Hindu
I put armor on my dharma
I went from a ghetto black bastard
To a black Jedi master
I'm Mace Windu
I snatch souls
Place them into black holes
I put 'em in the same place I shoved time and space into
I'm on levels you ain't been to

[Outro: KXNG Crooked]
My life entry 122
Today I realized that
For most of my life people wanted to wrong things from me
People wanted me to be what they wanted me to be
Close friends and associates wanted me to be gangster
You know
Not in the sense of gangbanging but
In the sense of doing gangster shit you know like
How many kilos can we get
Plug me with your plug
Yo I got this credit cards here we can do this with
I got these profiles we can do that with
How many pound of weed them niggas got that you was talking about
We can go there and get them
Yo you got your pistol on you
These niggas around the corner tripping, let's light 'em up
Even bitches you know like
Chicks like
Choke me and point your gun at me while you fuck me
Fuck me doggystyle with your bulletproof vest on
Even police you know like
They wanted me to be a criminal before they knew
Before I knew what crime was
They wanted me to be a criminal
Treated me like one
Before I was even of the age to try anything sideways
You know so
There was never a lot of people in my life
Who said hey, let's start a business, let's do something creative
People who tried to bring out the leadership in me
Or
Anything positive