Free Style - K-OS

Free Styles over KAYTRANADA beats, style is in

Let me take a second here, hmmmm…

I’m an emcee to the core

And this is war

So what are you showing up for?

Ahh, just slam emcee down to cement

And I invent rhymes, without any intent, I

Left my gates maybe

Pullover, peace to your, k that’s a supernova

Big dipper, the scale tipper, the professor Gilligan and skipper

Of the laws spoke on the island

You would never survive, when my free style glides

Drunkenly over beats like more liquor from

I think wise and rational

I’m international, from here to Tokyo

Let the rhyme blow, you could never know

Couldn’t flow, like the yo

Check your co-writer

You’re so

You’re swag jagger

You lack reggae

But I’m ducky like a timberland boot, sneaker

The freakier freakier

And I could turn out the beat just like a super creeper

Haa, preach us

That’s the chorus, damn haha

Emcees make dough, but yo they can’t free style yo

That’s why they set me back, with a gunshot I’ll eliminate all of them slowly