Kidd Krool

The Prettiest Fighter

Kidd Krool
The Prettiest Fighter

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15 Feb 2021

I spit raw from my bloody jaws, got the red drip from my split lip, jigsaw How i link these rhymes, wheels turning Like a rickshaw Inside im just soft, lost,cold like frost scars on my body, cause i never way the cost Everytime i dip i feel like i dont see the loss A witch had put a spell on me, now i dont feel alot. Im the prettiest fighter, emotional wave rider, scribing all my memories, to spill them in a cypher remember her, then it hurt, like bite from a viper. I always call on jane because she like to get me higher. I dont really feel a thing, until i roll her and I light her Its Good for my soul, like vitamins and fibre Brighter thoughts flood me, when i ignite the fire I forget all of the pain, while my eyes transpire Always reminiscent bout the latter or the prior And why im so far away from all my desires Like i took a vow of poverty, but i am not a friar I am just a boy Im the prettiest fighter. Thats syre never a squire Im kong on top of the empire If i said he didnt fall, well that would make me a liar Im banking on the fact that im a bad flyer But if i fall or float i think i couldnt live with either I don't believe in many things, except for my god flow Im chosen when i grab the mic, the people know its my show And come up real fast, i wanna play that shit in slo mo I contain the smoke, like a pack of cools in my palms yo I could poke the flames, but im busy poking your moms ho let the trouble follow me like stink when a dirty con blow Bullshit Mollasses in a hourglass how these other fools spit Vibing on the grass how im stunting on my bullshit Thuggers sporting stutters think its sweet like its some cool whip I got god flow, how i do you cannot counterfeit From the north but ill give you Southern comfort, Abort cos she a whore and she listens to sons mumford Now im tired baby, and the feelings kinda sundered Yknow i wanna save the trees, but i love woodsmoke like in memphis Tennessee. Honey please The bush was so sticky, like juice from maple leaves My bowl always lucky, the charms are all green Spark it all up, now my eyes covered with sheen I feel the cool rush all the way down to the spleen

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I spit raw from my bloody jaws, got the red drip from my split lip, jigsaw How i link these rhymes, wheels turning Like a rickshaw Inside im just soft, lost,cold like frost scars on my body, cause i never way the cost Everytime i dip i feel like i dont see the loss A witch had put a spell on me, now i dont feel alot. Im the prettiest fighter, emotional wave rider, scribing all my memories, to spill them in a cypher remember her, then it hurt, like bite from a viper. I always call on jane because she like to get me higher. I dont really feel a thing, until i roll her and I light her Its Good for my soul, like vitamins and fibre Brighter thoughts flood me, when i ignite the fire I forget all of the pain, while my eyes transpire Always reminiscent bout the latter or the prior And why im so far away from all my desires Like i took a vow of poverty, but i am not a friar I am just a boy Im the prettiest fighter. Thats syre never a squire Im kong on top of the empire If i said he didnt fall, well that would make me a liar Im banking on the fact that im a bad flyer But if i fall or float i think i couldnt live with either I don't believe in many things, except for my god flow Im chosen when i grab the mic, the people know its my show And come up real fast, i wanna play that shit in slo mo I contain the smoke, like a pack of cools in my palms yo I could poke the flames, but im busy poking your moms ho let the trouble follow me like stink when a dirty con blow Bullshit Mollasses in a hourglass how these other fools spit Vibing on the grass how im stunting on my bullshit Thuggers sporting stutters think its sweet like its some cool whip I got god flow, how i do you cannot counterfeit From the north but ill give you Southern comfort, Abort cos she a whore and she listens to sons mumford Now im tired baby, and the feelings kinda sundered Yknow i wanna save the trees, but i love woodsmoke like in memphis Tennessee. Honey please The bush was so sticky, like juice from maple leaves My bowl always lucky, the charms are all green Spark it all up, now my eyes covered with sheen I feel the cool rush all the way down to the spleen

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