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Flying Trap​è​ze Ninja Monkeys

from Ghetto Psalms of The Knight by Frank Knight & Rediculus

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A record that captures the circus of chaos we live in inside this world.

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[Verse 1: Frank Knight]

Nigger you a loathe filled bitch you actress hating
If I see you later alligator, making allegations
Face it fucker I'm punch your mother fucking face in
That's my best punchline for this fucking situation
I'm a quarter ounce of dope dog why fuck with me
It's not like you gone make money off of me
I seen your off beat hustle moving like a blind fool
While I maintain a reign longer than a monsoon
I off the team stole the gleam, later cuffed the cream
I keep it as real as a lifers time in the bing
I'm talking harsh places like sing sing and Rikers
Where Jus almost got caught for shit he had prior
My nigga made it out being real fuck a wire
We got that young aggression fueling the fire
But still we keep more heart than a werewolf freezer
Going in cause we doubt we’ll live to be a fucking geezer

[Hook: Frank Knight]

Pain
That kind that you trace all the way to slave days
Where most light babies was made from the rape
The red line tape that came from crooked banks
Where pigs get away murder every single day
Pain…Hate ~8x~

[Verse 2: Frank Knight]

If you debating on the greatest M.C. then word to me
Your debate should only consist of those in the fraternity
Cause we solve shit over here resolve shit over here,
Your earth a see her sun revolved shit over here
This the God flow, getting homeless families off of cardboard
With heart hope and rises like a suicide car door
My start raw like most early phases of child birth
I’m alien Egyptian energy on this wild earth
The missing truth you seek in the hues of your hidden colors
Showing that we relate no matter distant gutters
Giving clarity to sickest stutters that sit and utter
While all truth my arch angelic lips uncover
Straight from the flossy ‘Narsie of scam status
With a unique style for the grand apparatus
Where we popping blowing up showing Jabroni’s how to rock it
Unraveling schemes out the pocket we know what got Pac hit

[Hook: Frank Knight]

Pain
That kind that you trace all the way to slave days
Where most light babies was made from the rape
The red line tape that came from crooked banks
Where pigs get away murder every single day
Pain…Hate ~8x~

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from Ghetto Psalms of The Knight, released October 19, 2018

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