Par For The Course (feat. Mr. Fantastik)

I guess this a celebration, stretch of imagination

That travels through limitations, arrive to destinations

(Welcome)

Glad you came, go straight to baggage claim

And get everything you deserve despite hate from average lames

(Fuck em)

Get a dose of these savage flames

Can't contain, bust through, damage in frames

Hold it down, this is life, manage the pain

Plus it's nice to see you cruisin', kid, you back in your lane

(Thank you)

Gettin' up after you fall, hey girls, you know we love you all

Ah, alone and intact

Draw blood from a stone and is prone to impact

The damage runs deep in that zone, it's pitch black

Emotional like a sucker who can't get his bitch back

Sorry, went off topic, switch back

Tic-tac, breath smellin' like shit crack

It's bad out here, a mad house where

Folks went in happy then they ran out scared

Hardenin to find my little horses, still magic and that's par for the course

Say I do not have the answers, not for this

Hermano, cógelo suave, tranquilo

Vamos a darle duro en cualquier sitio

Ganando más billetes que un chifito

Más caliente que el aceite cuchifrito

Still here rockin' for y'all, hey girls, you know we love you all

Give me a hug, give me a drug

Measures to really thrive, wisdom to see above

Potential misplaced, some sort of a waste

It's a form of disrespect like bullets all in the face

Carnage, to my knowledge shit is garbage

Platinum artists singin' over the vocals

Gettin' over on the locals

Nah, nah I do that shit too if-if I ain't got the instrumental

Or, or if I forget my rhymes

Yo, shout out to Vil

We goin' to keep this thing of ours crackin'

Yo, yo, who's that? Yo, yo, I think it's Mr. Fantastik

I'm 30 years deep in these streets like Bumpy Johnson

Chrome 357, Long Charles Bronson

Sub-Zero, fake heroes like Swanson

11 inch pipe for all the hookers that want some

Show your right

I speak the language that the mobsters speak

4th of July, Key West **** lobster week

Winter mid-80s hand-to-hand months

On the scale pop-up spring a new Mercedes Punxsutawney Phil

Seeing shadows, mad power, hearing car doors

Slamming under the scope but a barrel on the run with the ammo

Me and Villain coined the phrase the rap snitchin' and bitchin'

Some remain the same and some don't listen

Just a little taste got em thirst and ready

Me and Jorge on the track, be the first of many

You know what I'm saying?

What y'all **** know

About this KMD flow?