Sofa King

By Alex Indigold

Released on April 18, 2015

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[Verse 1: Tey Sol]

My team's demeanor resembling Hiroshima

We soon to blow but still cooler than a freezer

See, since Middle School I been a believer

That my future was bright enough to cause epileptic seizures

I bruise more than egos with these flows

Sound's bound to leave fluid dripping from your ear lobes

Eargasm, now they can't Fathom

How a nigga this nice ain't dropped an album yet, (unh)

It's the baphomet's advocate, and guess what? He's been studying his alphabet

So place your bets on who's up next because I don't plan on stopping till cardiac arrest

I'm apex, so better put me with the best when you mentioning the top 5 rappers in the west

Or The East, Straight from the Belly of The Beast

Put my Burrough on my back every time I touch a beat

I'mma eat, matter of fact, I'mma fucking feast

And if you standing in my way, you gonna be deceased


[Verse 2: Alex Indigold]

Send me a beat and I'll send it back a masterpiece

The fire in my soul made them think that I burned calories

This has to be, like my fifth or sixth song that I'm on

Energy, heavenly, like the paper I write upon

Acid rap disintegrate my words till the mic is gone

I'm a higher form of the average human being

You need a gold soul and 3 eyes to peep what I'm seeing

No blonde hair, no blue eyes, no european

Kill a beat, catch a case, hit a feat, drop the base

Complete all of that then tell me how you feeling

I wanna thank J Dilla for paving the way

Even from beyond the grave, we know Jay Stay Paid

I came to set the record straight with my papers and folder To let the posers know that I alone

Will carry the game on my shoulders

I ain't in my prime so you know it's far from over

& I won't take shit till I casket the beats and we close them

They never knew we had a shot like silencers so we left them black and blue just like a bicolor

They say we gotta gift and that we present it well

Cause every verse hot like we spitting it outta Hell