The King’s Son - Love is in the air (ft. Keblack & Youssoupha )

Love is in the air Lyrics

[Intro: Khroam]

What the fuck....

This shit really got supported...

Alright, cool, fuck it

Lets go!



[Verse 1: Khroam]

It’s the chronological chronic logical liar

Rapping circles round the novices like golf carts and dryer cylinders

Shit concrete like porn with closed captions

Watch what happens then cum into a penguins habit



[Verse 2: Halfadelic]

Imma fuck yo bitch

Then imma make her shit

If she keep talking Honey Crisps

Then imma make her flip (SWAG)



[Verse 3: Open Mike Aguila]

Swag swag swag swag

Swag swag swag swag

Swag swag swag swag

EXTRA swag swag swag

FUCK YOU!



[Verse 4: The Waters]

COME THRU WITH THE BLUE BADANA

IN MY ASS THERES A BUNDLE OF BANANAS

THINK FAST, BECUZ THEY CALL ME SANTA

FLYING ON REINDEER, CALL IT UR BITCH

WHATS THE SITCH, KIM POSSIBLE

SPITTING IT LIKE LEELO AND STICH

AOHLA MEANS FAMILY



[Verse 5: Gold]

I got 50k in the knapsack

Watch me stunt hard and slay tracks

Got the 9 on me like a price tag

Shootin these niggas with the dice mag

Hoes suck my dick cause I’m such a stunna

Girls blow you off cus you smell like Dung-A



[Verse 6: Murkman]

Fuck bars, that twix is for your kids

Toddlers in a candy store, silly rabbits who fall for Easter Eggs

Meanwhile, I lay tracks to rest with lead pipes

Hip-Hop is Guantanamo, I’m the warden, my bodyguards are dykes



[Verse 7: Genio]

Shut up bitch its bed time

Come for that ass, no homo

Its giggty time

Spit hot fire, Quagmire



[Verse 8: Uncledb]

She sells sea shells on the sea shore, no

He sells weed scales and a P4, yeah

He sells details, swiping the law

Deets, AKA credit card fraud



[Verse 9: Khroam]

Shoot a nigga

Fuck a bitch, nigga

I'm a real nigga

Cuz that's whatcha do when you a real nigga



[Verse 10: Gold]

Airs a little thinner where I breathe

You can find me out in Paris finding pairings for the brie

That’s the king of cheese, shit, I’m getting cheese

Easily imported but I’d rather switch the scene

Hop a flight and I’ll be out in paris by the night, dine at Brasserie



[Verse 11: Nebuchadnzr]

All I need is 4 bars

But I have the skill 2 do it in 3

Cause ain’t no 1 here fucking wit me



[Verse 12: iForgotAboutDre]

Yo I’m so high, bald eagle

Bitch I’m hard to kill, Steve Seagal

Young money Cash money

All I know is money

* Bird call *



[Verse 14: Uncledb]

Don’t bring war to the king

Don’t tell me about draw for The ting

YO Right about now

Your heads so big you get charged more for you’re trim



[Verse 15: Murkman]

I bucked-shots at bill beaks-on, whom can’t stop squawking

Since Murkman can't be conned, yet was marked with a flu, Avian

By condors, ‘cause white-lied pieces of shit, are what you believe in

So best have credence, in that pearl pile, of vanilla pudding

That my wings span, spreading as that strain which sickens at ease

Through the airwaves, like a new form of communicable disease



[Verse 16: BDP29]

Put me on a track with Gambino, I’ll upstage him

His lyrics are so corny, but he thinks they’re amazing



[Verse 17: BiterBitingRewrittenBits]

New jack mess with whatever snappin

Jetting these shark biters kid from gotham will leave you paykin @payked

@SDVG hoes think they supreme, clientele just got them ready to dye

And wannabe wu tang fans think they got cream, super sayian with knowledge show em whats fly



[Verse 18: Khroam]

I got bars and they heavy

Heavy than your mom on a Sunday

I go to church in my Jack Skeletons

I shoot niggas avoid if you not wanting to be a skeleton

I’m heaven sent with bill and shit

I’m Bill Nye I fuck bongs on PBS

Shit correlate nigga more or less

Jumping jacks on the bridge ideal death



[Verses 19 & 20: Murkman]

So you can vote “Yes I Can!” (I'm not lightskinned!), for me in 2016

I’m a real American, just don’t expect me to rep

That red, white and blue, anytime soon because

The fireworks I fire will crack, and split crackers

Down to the middle, like Malcolm or Muniz, to be frank-eeeehh

And go krack-krack..... krack-krack-krack-ka-BOOM, that fire works Though all I do is launch Fireworks, don't call me Canadian, boy

Or I’ll make them waters-work, I’m not sweet, like a maple leaf



But me? I drizzle smoke around, great Redwood trees

As a lumberjack, however I kick into the lumbar region-stumps

Of Black Hippies, to insert vile into ci-vil liberties

‘Cause I’m bringing Independence back, like on the 4th of July

Not rhetoric that you lie about, as if they're views from thee.... 666

I meant 1776, this is a wake up call - TempurPedic, not a Drake diss

Fuck all these sweet 16 ho-bitch niggas, I been spitting sweet 16's

Like Em was an M-16, unloading on ages of whomever was 16



[Verse 21: BDP29]

Call it a Childish insult, but I’ll still call you a faggot

You think your raps are fly, but they’re lower than maggots

Smackin' backs with the mac, is how I enter your palace

Knock you off of Stone Mountain, drink your blood from a chalice

Call me callous I don’t care, cause your rhymes are wack

Smell the malice in the air, make your skull go crack

Daedalus when I build your cage, pitch black

The fact is when I attack, body bag is packed



[Verse 22: MFarrer74]

You thought I was down and out

But really your mind is in doubt

I've been hiding on the forums for a couple years now

Now it's time for y'all lames to bow

To the greatest to ever touch the keys

QWERTY loves how I do it with ease

Y'all ain’t showing love to my bars

Go ahead and smoke those cigars

While I work on my craft, I remember those stars

On a night that makes me feel like a czar

I don’t know how you can recover from those scars

That I gave y'all while listening to Kendrick Lamar

While holding a 40 as I ride in my car

With a shotty and I think I’ve gone too far



[Verse 23: JonnyMillerRaps]

People who write rhymes

We ain't equal at all times

I dont feel like rappin now

Gimme a bannana peal and half a pound. uh



[Verse 24: NLbway]

I’m young as hell like Caillou

Don’t fail like Caillou

I go for it like Caillou

Fuck Dora, Caillou



[Verse 25: MakNikova]

Before it all surface, no one is perfect

But all of us together can seem worth it

Experimental purpose, scientific verses

I beat box the beat by puttin them in hearses



[Verse 26: Khroam]

Mraz screeching blood clot

Comeback bats locked arena come out

50 cubic part cuban backwood glue in

Gorilla clawing off the lawn

Articulate like God, Aesop stories

Lorie with the loosie and the bleached inflection

Infection Z survival X detonation

Detonations on tracks like logical break in



[Verse 28: Murkman]

‘Cause I pop shots, into the clavicles to crackle M&MC’s

When I snap on, these cracker, sugarcoated motherfuckers

To remind y'all, I’m the original serial killer

To your Hip-Hop-sin, corny ass, trash bag transgressors

Reducing everyone of you down to size, “Honey, I Shrunk The Kids"

Again, god damn and I melted y'all mortals into

Sugary morsels, fried your lyrics and made them a reduction

Just to give RG a taste, of what means to have substance



[Interlude: BTP47]

Aight, guys…I was not prepared to freestyle…



[Verse 29: BTP47]

Its the T U T, yall r just ants to me ima aardvark

Im higher than u think i am on the bar charts

Even higher than a far star

U can even call me fuckin Jupiter

(God that was bad…)

Walked the same roads i know how hard it can be

I’ll guide you, you still fuck with me, don’t take a side or be free

As i’m have poems that has approached by cross roads

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows



[Verse 30: Murkman]

All I hear nowadays, is everyone up to no good, just evil

The D'evil’s in your crew, are less cru-el than, Cru-ella D'e-ville

Emcees trying to act like scam artists, scamming those in the arts

Cocky ass upstarts, whose voice ain’t worth more than my farts

While my craft-Hov-ers-o'er, your Craft Mac-N-Cheesy asses

Triple entendre, so please don’t ask me how, ask Hov

You damn amateurs, who have no respect nor love

For the form, can’t read anywhere, regarding the lines

Unless it’s burning trees, purple streams, or a hero-in white soda

We both already know, about that ego and how you’re “No homo"

Except all you can rap about is a mic, held close in your hand-les

While it’s wrapped close to your lips, so full of your self

Cause, within it has that lightbulb: you’re a flashing ass-hole

Ever wonder that’s why, all you spit is fecal-matter (no subject)?

Bending backwards to reverse cowgirl, a dickrided rapper’s style

Which is an homoerotic urge, you unconsciously, just can’t help

Man, it’s straight away to hell, with you fuck niggas, bruh



[Verse 31: The_Midget]

I’m midget but my dick long

That is what I told your mom, dawg

Playing cricket with my own dong

Hit a homerun don’t give a fuck if it’s the wrong sport



Verse 32: sho

Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit

So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam on this shit

So many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bitch

One at a time, I line them up

And bomb on they mom while she watching the kids

I'm in a destruction mode if the gold exists

I'm important like the Pope, I'm a Muslim on pork

I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the King of New York

King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both

The juggernaut's all in your jugular, you take me for jokes

Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces

Cartier bracelets for my women friends, I'm in Vegas

Who the fuck y'all thought it's supposed to be?

If Phil Jackson came back, still no coaching me

I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable, fuck y'all clubs

Fuck y'all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nuts

Gobble dick up 'til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt

This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch (West x6)

I've seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons

Mollies'll prolly turn these niggas to fucking Lindsay Lohan

A bunch of rich ass white girls looking for parties

Playing with Barbies, wreck the Porsche before you give them the car key

Judgement to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney

You called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley

(I don't smoke crack, motherfucker, I sell it)

I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis

I'm aiming straight for your pelvis, you can't stomach me

You plan on stumping me? Bitch I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me

Bitch I put one on yours, I'm Sean Connery

James Bonding with none of you niggas, climbing 100 mil in front of me

And I'm gonna get it even if you're in the way

And if you're in it, better run for Pete's sake

I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time

Bout who's the best MC? sho, Jigga and Nas

Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of y'all

New niggas just new niggas, don't get involved

And I ain't rocking no more designer shit

White T’s and Nike Cortez, this red Corvette's anonymous

I'm usually homeboys with the same niggas I'm rhyming with

But this is hip-hop, and them niggas should know what time it is

And that goes for Scope, Barrk, and Nappy

Tyrant, Amema, Murkman , Niday

Slickk, Freeus, TKSF, Barrk0

I got love for you all but I'm tryna murder you niggas

Trying to make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas

They don't wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you niggas

What is competition? I'm trying to raise the bar high

Who tryna jump and get it? You're better off trying to skydive

Out the exit window of five G5s with five grand

With your granddad as the pilot he drunk as fuck trying land

With the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg

Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head

Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said

That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread

West Coast



[Verse 33: Quikstik]

I got a lyrical shotty for your body

Blow off your left arm, call that Uzumaki

I walk around and steal your girl like Tamaki

Anime bars muhfucka, what you know bout me?

I'm dangerous, product of Parker and Octavius

Meaning I'm of a superior era thus

Step to me, peep my CDs

Adam WarRock and Wu-Tang is what you'll see



(Ayo, pass the fucking hummus! Shit's gonna expire soon, man!)



[Verse 34: Khroam]

Bars I got bars

Bitches at the bars

I drop bars

Fuck y'all, I got bars



[Verse 35: Halfadelic]

All I see is snitches

All I get is bitches

If you talk shit then yo bitches get put in ditches



[Verse 36: MSeafood]

Check, His palms, spaghetti

Knees are weak, arms, spaghetti

There’s vomit on his spaghetti already

Mom’s spaghetti, he’s nervous

He’s about to eat cold spaghetti

He’s not ready, but he keeps on forgetting

To reheat spaghetti, all the guests cry so load

He opens his mouth but spaghetti won't come out

He’s running out, of the house to get some more spaghetti

But he’s too late, the spaghetti shop’s closed, blaw



[Verse 37: Sdin1212]

You know what I don't give a fuck about luck

Finna silence the game like Saint John of Nepomuck

Wanna find talent, reach into my bag or tricks

But the only thing you'll find girl is some good ole dick



[Interlude: Halfadelic]

(Damnnnn son where did you find thattttt)

(10x)



[Verse 37: Mattw116]



Coming with these lyrical tactics I’m always active never passive Steady rhyming through my passage making these classics

Lines always fantastic the impact I make is massive

While other rappers don’t even get you out your seat like you Degrassi

Unlike these other people I actually have character

I'm not putting up a drake image, you’re just a character

I’m telling you the story of me and I’m the narrator

I’m giving you these bars so you see that I’m a rare master



[Verse 38: Tyrant]

Movin dope is my past present and Future

If my mound was any bigger you'd see me on Reuters

Cooking for two birds, only ones my bitch

Sit there and watch while I feast on this shit



[Verse 39: ZXQaos/Zade]

The rapture to rappers

Asshole assassin to ass’nance

Fuck sanction and passion

I’ll capture the masses of action from you faggots



[Verse 40: Time_Is_Illmatic]

I've got three whores spread on the bed and ready

With Double Ds I call them Ed Edd n Eddy

They call me a combo of Nas and Biggie

Had a menage with Nicki and Iggy

Flow so ill it needs a doctor

I've got two identities like Peter Parker

I rule like a Tyrant on the mic

And when I Scope You I'll put you in the dark no Streetlights

Got a girl with the ass of a Kardashian in the car dashin in

With the same flashin grin from the paper mag again



[Verse 41 : sbk]

Who wants to fuck with me?

Bitch i don't know

I'll leave you in a body bag

Looking like a burrito

That shit you spit is childish, Gambino

Im headed to the top, these haters trying to spoil it

They wouldn't be shit even if they were born in a toilet

I spit fire, step back cause its danger

Your mom should have aborted you with a coat hanger



[Verse 42: RESosa]

At first, reading this verse will make you sigh

Pay attention, this shit's gonna inspire

Time isn't really Illmatic, is it

I'm gonna pop this bubble you think you're in, just like a zit

You will be forced to quit

Start beef with me, that's gonna be your first mistake

I will cook it, but I will not bake

For God's sake



[Verse 43: Kalsemari]

Yeah it’s still me, K-H-A LED

Tyrant on the same song I was on, no sony

I'll Scope You all, but no point in sniping fags

Top of the game, to reach me you need some hiking bags

I’ll sock a nigga and I don’t need nike to tell me to just do it

Following me like a fucking flock of sheeps, call it a Eid movement

But I don't walk a flock, I just throw flame and cock my Glocks

To shoot at the too many wanna-bes

And ex-bitches wanna castrate me like IMDB

They say I am creepy

But they haven't seen the real me, kalsemari

Israelis got more rocks on, than my fucking watch dawg

You be soft, I’m a rapper and a rockstar

Gangsters get Glocks, and pack more bars than a fucking gym

Macks for christmas, dicks for Christy if you're Johnny Sins

I rap this, you just sing it, perhaps you’re misfits

I take a dip in the pool and ya’ll follow like dipshits

Bitch I deserve my respect, but it doesn’t mean shit from fuckboys who lick dick

Not meant to get you twisted, but I like my bitches in C’s like Pimp did



[Verse 43 A_Master_EZ]



Money is time and time is money

I got time, so im rich, bitch

Fuck hoes and i don't pay them

Get all the bitches like faggot and fem'

Mess with me, lol, dont bother

Ur mom marries my dad, I dare you to step brother

Tell a bitch she got mirrors between her thighs

See my self there dont worry bout the size

With the mic im a dyke, cause no nigga can fuck with this

I see u bitch, she open wide, basically do the splits



[Verse 44: BDP29]

Fuck Gambino and anybody that love him



[Verse 45: ZXQaos/Zade]

Double the bars, rubble to stars

Run in the dark while I juggle a Park- er

Rhyme hard-er than darker the heart

Of a wet causer a' arson

If I was frozen inside of a moment

I'd blaze the flames of rage and motherfucking

Close it

But I'm as cold as snow coated boulders, no emotion

RG, I keep, total devotion



[Verse 46: Slickk]

I spit hot bars like I am forging steel

Get out of my lane with your boring appeal

I overshadow your whole style

So keep barking up that tree, I'll be here a while



[Verse 47: MyNamesCody]

Heyyyyy lol kk pz



[Verse 48: Quikstik]

(Had to come through with another one, hold up!)

Public Enemy mixed with YG, what’s that make me?

Lyrically I intimidate and educate thee

I’m the white boy knowing about COINTELPRO

So when I see racism I know how far back it goes

But y'all ain’t looking for conscious flows so

I tear up my home state harder than RTJ

When they came with Che and the Brusier Brigade

Tore up St. Andrew’s and left the smoldering decay

With Danny Brown putting the remains in an ash tray

Got me hyped enough to punch Floyd Mayweather in the face

Knock his teeth out and call it a day

Except Manny would have my head so let me collect it

I see the bodies of wack MCs let me inspect it

You hear this shit and you gotta respect it

You gonna re-read this shit and say

Damn Quikstik wrecked it!



[Verse 49: LAzY]

I come down from a loose high

When I walk through you know these geese fly

I keep it real cuz that’s what I was born to do

You call yourself bad bitch but i'v met worse than you

I come up with the weed like shottas

Big like poppa I tell them nada for the prada

They come back wit the pistol and shoot gratata

But believe me i’m not fazed i’m not bothered

Keeping it real but always feeling managed

Bounce back from rockets with no collateral damage

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Do I love her I tell her don’t ask it

She’ll be set up for disappointment

I ain’t her shrink I don’t take appointments

They come at me with potions for my emotions

In rap I get promotions move through the ranks without motion





[Verse 50: JWTM]

I'm not even much on the forums, but an artist on YouTube

Say like a god to these people reppin' ether making London Bridge burning to make on suffocate and lose

That's too harsh for me to talk like that, guess y'all caught me rapping like a newstyled Drake

Not Edward Scissorhands, but i'll cut a bitch off if she tries to steal my fucking resume, dawg!

Yeah, shit spitting in circles of nervous, attention, and criminals confused about the power spoken out the uvula.....

Those dots were for a pause on the beat if I screwed up and left my richest rhymes in locker, think that I forgot the code again

Sometimes i'm tired of being the ultimate and undefeated rap battler at my school

Because of what I spit automatic sunk Titanic number two, if I feel blue don't mean I always sing blues, double entendre

Too messed up to think straight with the doctor, that a triple enten- DRE!

Know y'all are wondering, "where in the hell is JWTM coming up with these new rhymes, came from nowhere

This guy need to chill out before Eminem turns into Slim Shady and makes a roast fair!"

Punishment was taught from him, guess i'm spitting as his offspring and i'm Drake's younger brother

So I should follow in there footsteps, it's 8:08 but where the bass at??? Continuing to build a Martian mask for my rock band

The man that has a verse after me named @Translucent and y'all might think I'm a nuisance to look into future

And knew who the next verse was but the truth is I keep adding verses when turning superior

Just like something I never saw, I don't wanna make a scene!

Pockets running empty but my money grows on trees!

Someone annotate my lyrics, justify the means

Twist it if you want to, it'll haunt you in your dreams!





[Verse 51: YoDawg111]

One verse to make it up top with the GOATs

I’ll give you my two cents with my cock in your girl’s throat

Death multiplies by threes. SDVG, RedMasta , and Danger-Ru$$

Wonder who the fourth will be to bite the dust

Focused on the top with the attention span of a 5 year old

Listen for six seconds and my flow will knock you out cold

Waking up at 7 AM the day is looking bright

Go out for coffee after I ate out your girl all night

Every day, stay trapped with that nine

Get laid like it’s my job, hook up with another dime

Every other rapper taking an L in this event

Been in the game since I was 12 with everyone else underneath

I’m sending bullets Darren Wilson’s way in a baker’s dozen

Put a fourteenth in him to remind him that he’s nothin

And just when you thought my 15 minutes of fame is up

I’ll spit another 16 to show you why you all suck



[Verse 52: ChamKoopa]

I’m killing this website like I’m trynna get signed

All ya fuckers doing is running from the feds, right?

So nobody here? The game’s mine, I guess that’s fine

This cypher is over, you just missed the dead line

And before me, there’s just a fucking dead line

If you suck at rhymin', you should go to bed cryin'

Didn’t your mommas told you it was a bad time?



[Verse 53: Cordel]

Killin these bitches like im Michael Vick

I know I’m the best so hop of my dick

And yo “Bad Bitch” look like my shit

And she got those pink pussy lips

Watchout for gun cuz im murkin niggas down

TU TU TU is how my gun sounds

You faggot ass niggas dont know bout murder

I’m the best in the game just like Richard Sherman

Bobby Shmurda fucks males and his faggot ass “gang"

When I see this bitch ima hit him with a bang

GS9 like to fuck guys in the ass

While Glo Gang looks in the dumpster for cash

At least I’m honest to the rap game

I’m just tellin the truth so who you gonna blame?



[Verse 54: Akuma]

Apparently users dont know what four bars is

Typin raps in the cypher like they about to get the biz

When problably no one will listen to this

Although keep rapping cause you never really know



[Verse 55: ZXQaos/Zade]

Yo, I'm the hardest

Hardly Harlem, the holy hound of darkness

I hold artists by the cart'lage, causing carnage

Hip hop's become concerning

Expect me to purchase this version

Of the game?

Fuck's sake, where's the murder?

Anyways, I'm the next thane, wreck lames

A neck pain in the best way

10's 8, but I'm 5' 9"

Cause I write rhymes as the light's lime

While the mike's mine

I can swipe life-lines;

Oh, and Zade rhymes with blade

It's why I'm named as the fucking

Renegade

Of this yphercay

(Spoken) Yeah yeah, 16th bar, still hard



[Verse 56: Pakyed]

I need to get this off my chest, like women with breast cancer

I have a fetish to develop AIDS, just to make it spread faster

Fuck a sexy dime on her legs! See, I ain't what I eat

She got a Sixty-Nine on the test, So I gave her the D





[LAST VERSE: streetlights]

Eminem is trash

Chris brown is too

Kanye is a god

And so is Tyrant



Outro: Quikstik

RG, MOTHERFUCKER, FUCK WHO YOU THOUGHT IT WAS!

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