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Kane & Able

Genres: Hip-Hop

Basement Session Lyrics - Kane & Able

Verse 1 (Skandalous) 

 

Motherfuckers they wanna test me 

Pull out the blunt nigga I'll wreck your shit 

I'm out that window with my 44, another fucking hit 

Don't know who to trust with my shit 

I'm in this click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking with 

Who you stepping with, Skandalous fucking dangerous 

Bitches brains I bust, feel the lust in God we trust 

Nigga I'm at your door, don't pray to God cause you done lost your grace 

Been in this game for too long you bout to lose your face 

I got the mind of a psycho ass ?? 

As I take another hit on this shit nigga you dead 

Never ask forgiveness told the Lord to give me grace 

You talked some shit front your boys and as result you lost your face 

Blood all over the place I'm counting the fucking bodies dropping 

I know my destiny cause I can hear the devil knocking 

I done sent body and soul to my eternal flames you best believe 

I numb them bodies and play my fucking game 

I sold my soul at an early age 

And now my hearts releasing daemons in a rage 

My eyes in a daze 

Evertime I close my eyes to go to sleep I see the visions coming 

Is juices running when ya done in 

Fear only make me curious, I'll never be afraid 

But if you slip you pay your life here come the light now nigga they 

dead 

Crack scarfs for my fucking glory 

Talking shit up in my territory 

Another day another world's sad story 

 

Verse 2 (Steph) 

 

Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga selling dope on the block 

Pop pop goes the glock I bring more nightmare than Hitchcock 

Get ?? when them bodies fall hitting them prisoners hard 

Its your final call bitch I'll smoke you like menthol 

Fuck all you bitches I'm putting you in them bodybags 

Tagging toes, nigga drive slow 

Creeping up out they indo scheming for they cheese 

Slanging oz's and quarter keys niggas dressed in army fatigues 

Freeze your whole coalition 

Strapped with ammunition 

Infrareds digging ditches for chicken heads 

This figure from head to toe 

Labeled as a Jane Doe, leaving bullets in your Lexus door 

But fuck it I'm through with the fairytales 

Cause when some shit jump off, all you murder on tape bitches gone bail 

Who gone prevail when I exhale on you small scale 

Lyrical laggers, wanna be chrome packers 

Spit the facts I'm bout the Lex and the Ac 

My verbal combat will eliminate your whole habitat 

You hoes ain't fucking with that 

Or this, cause I piss on competition 

And have all you hoes in submission 

Trying to recondition your stilo 

Lyrical nino 

I sling rhymes like kilos 

>From here to Puerto Rico 

One other sequel from the infamous unseen 

Scheming for the green smoking bitches and niggas like nicotine 

 

Verse 3 (Mia X) 

 

Cause she up to schemes 

Tired of chasing apple pie dreams 

Mint greens is all I fien for straight shit is all this bitch know 

50's this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than April showers 

Followe by your second line of flowers 

I devour competition, causing complete submissions 

Cooks more dope in my kitchen 

Tricking ass niggas be my victims when night falls 

Ya'll wants to floss but get set-up tied down and tossed 

Boss chick you don't want to see her 

Your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters 

Mia's right and left well known with the clout 

To wire your mouth, knock your grill out 

That's what this here be bout 

So you can doubt what I'm saying and run that lip 

Or get your whole click engulfed in gangsta shit 

Too much to deal with 

I'm still a bitch that' be's designer down stay scheming on the man 

And taking flights, torsoe taped full of contrabands 

My flow so grand it make the beats say damn 

Shit jumps back makes you wanna holler 

But I sees nothing but dollars 

Feminist power 

My lyrics knocking like a KL beat 

It be that she-devil that below sea level bitch you can't see her 

Niggas and broads be trying to figure at 5'4 

How they still need a ladder to face this hoe 

For sure, cause I be living for the drama 

The biggest mama flexing shutting down this motherfucking basement sesion 

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