The King Heard Voices (Instrumental)

Yeah, this one sound crispy

Ay yo, my glass rhymes bulletproof, my bullets got glass tips

My guns are so big that they dislocate hips

Slipped disc leave 'em mangled like gorillas in the mist

And your rib cage get caved like you was punched with an iron fist

Twisted, mind state's evil genius

And my wordplay sauté right up with the meanest slang

I drop lingo, bingo, I hit bullseye

Got your check wetter than the hands of the pool guy

Who am I? I'm Mister GFK

First to set it off, last to run away

I don't play, I'm a menace, fear like the dentist

Real street nigga, you hear it in every sentence

Whether Ghost or Dennis, I'm a legend in the hood

The Wallabee Champs still up to no good

Lay wood, sip an ice cold bottle of Guinness

And have your bitch suck me off 'til the beer is finished

Far inside my drifting head

The stories that I ever read

They take me there

(This sound like I'm in a haunted fuckin' church or somethin' right now)

Far inside my drifting head

The stories that I ever read

They take me there (Uh huh)

Greatness is nothin', I'm like the next Nike ad

Define me bad, I bring all hell like wifey mad

My soul sonic force, I make the planet rock

Loud pack rap, hear it from 'bout half a block

End up the scatter shop, murder is the case still

You get your face booked for a couple face bills

The love is fake but the hate's real

And where were they before the deal?

I'm sayin', fuck how they feel

Lean on 'em, it's just routine on 'em

Call 'em supreme, my team ballin', the cream callin'

Ain't no mistakin' 'em, maybe prayin', I'm stakin' 'em

Racin' to stay on pace with 'em, paper chasin', I'm raking in

Blake Griffin how I slam, straight spittin' that piff

The bass kick, straight lift 'em out the stands

Made man hunger more, it's like a stomach raw

My lines shine on the mic like chrome twenty-fours

Far inside my drifting head