AKIR ft. Karniege and [?] - “Beast Comin”

[Emcee(s): Karniege, [?], and AKIR]

[Producer(s): [?]]

[Verse 1: Karniege]

(Woo-woo!) Sounds like The Beast coming

Bulletproof crooks, hundreds corrupted

Pull over the car. Rodney King concussion

Give ‘em drugs and guns. In the hood, they love it

Sounds like the concept is constantly crushing

Brutal basslines, drums so seductive

Rhyme for the beats, on their last dime for bugging

Fighting and fussing, cussing and wondering

How to pay bills? When the next meal coming?

How to stay chill when the next bill comes in?

Life got you stressed, you can’t even function

Youth ready to spaz out, want to break something

At that point, I’d rather make nothing

Turn into something, cash hundreds

Stack bundles of that money

Besides peace of mind, that’s what we wanting

No more drama. Listen to the songstress

Mary Jane every day—our pain alarming

Every rain in the game thunderstorming

Flashfloods end the party

[Verse 2: [?]]

Heard a lot of people mad knowing [?]’s the chosen

The chemicals I spit’ll cause face erosion

And I ain’t gonna stop ‘til some bones is broken

Or fling projectiles like the U.S. Open

I’m smart, fam. Everything I script is potent

Career good—I ain’t got to live in the moment

Sub-zero cold—yes, artic frozen

I linked up with Karniege, a prophetic omen

Our flows take oath, and you running with roaches

Stay in your lane, dog—ain’t a fan of encroachment

Even though I’m good, know a loser be hoping

A frame get injured and shirts be soaking

Haters on my diznick stop the quoting

Bust in somebody face raw without the Trojan

Yeah, I’ll be on some funny shit. What is you smoking?

The three you hear here be the perfect components

My lyrical sword sharpening the opponents

But I ain’t know I hurt y’all. I was just flowing

Spent your last days lost, knowing you zoning

And couldn’t make the call like your phone was roaming

[Verse 3: AKIR]

Yo, yo

Loco, my motives are focused on quotients that grow

To a bonus. Buyer to owner, snakes lie, bite in the open

Thinking it’s fly, try it, like it, and clone it, never

Make it and, so, the hate makes ‘em want to oppose us

Posers vandalizing a poster of a brother that’s

A little bit closer to what’s supposed to be life

See his wife in a Porsche rose or cocoa-white. Body showers

Tight—sold your right to succumb to the same plight

Streetlights blue and white, Sig knife strife

Humanite black model chick. In her sticks, no more rights

Holding tight her chest, that has her over like

Harassed by the cops on a motorbike. Plus, be coming

Over like the wrath of a poltergeist. Focus sight

Out the hood but he still knows the fight. Sick of being

So polite. Slight oversight, balls of fist up

With all his might, fall and strike, screaming as he throws a right