KA - Iron Age lyrics
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[Featuring: Roc Marciano]
[Hook x2: Ka]
Born in a sinning place, mourned and been at wakes
Scorned the grinning jakes; it's on, I send the apes
Generate cake scraped off dinner plates
Niggas wanna be tough; it's us they imitate
[Verse 1: Ka]
Me and my chrome hip, lone clip; put in work, won't quit
My word is bond; yours won't stick
Long as it's dough to grab, I'mma hold a mac
Load the bag, 'til I'm a helmet and a folded flag
Lone peasant, roam desert, no canteens
See if a hand green; did dirt, so can't clean
In time you'll see a thin line between friend and rival
Between you and me, stupidity and men's bravado
Almost died trynna make paper, not pacifiable (?)
Mac-10's reliable in fight mode on that night road
Zoned out on the block, cops' ice sold
Raw covering the door; suffering more like Job
There's a flashback: stash packs by the light pole
Recipe: desperately press keys like I write code
No typo; I'm quick-witted, you type slow
Promoters call me Moses by how I spark and leave, notice
Coming through the crowd, my staff parts the sea
Make fly jams for live fans that's hard to please
Use Bally trainers (?) while I parry, feint, bob, and weave
In rough waters, niggas boat; I stay and never waver
Y'all all sweet; I'm all unique with a better flavor
If my phonetics don't take, I'mma net a caper
Carry heat, reppin' Hull Street and Decatur
Stayed in hell all my life; I need heaven's visa
Know what's right, but won't change overnight like Ebenezer
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
I'm flattered; guys are fried ad battered
Housewives are battered, knives are jagged
When it's static, bring and automatic to combat it
I hit the henny like it's padded; you panic
Three from the cannon trample you like a wooly mammoth
The minivan vanished, I burn 'til my eyes slanted
Me and Ka set a higher standard
The money got sent through a wire transfer
Ferrari body like exotic dancers'
Eat you from the inside like cancer
I'm a panther, you real prissy and pampered
Lyrically, to me, you're a pamper
My stanzas, I gotta hand 'em out to fiends like samplers
But honestly, I should've went to Stanford
But what I learned from scrambling ain't in the pamphlet
Gotta keep a tool like repairman (yep)
Can't afford to be and move careless
Niggas'll put that Mac-10 to your spare ribs
You heard the prophet spoke
I'm from the projects; to get by, sold dope
Had high hopes for folks that got high on coke
Who used to be responsible adults
Fell from grace, in love with the way freebase taste
From the hood to L.I. to B.K
