Yeah… Been a minute since I did this. Almost forgot how fun it was. But I love a challenge. Black smoke curl while the room stays dim Ash on my jeans, let the bass roll in Koff sent a shot, so I sharpened the pen Had to knock some rust off, I’m locked in again You came with the catalog under your tongue HIGH with the GRAVITY, CONTROL getting spun FLOW STATE in the chamber, you loaded the names I respect that shit, now I’m raising the stakes No fake little hatred, no reason to front You came here to spar, so I’m giving you one No yelling I’m dangerous, proving I’m tough Just pressure on wax till the needle gives up Back in the pocket, I’m bending the rhythm Cutting the space then I’m slipping within it Koff gave a reason to sharpen the diction Every four measures I’m switching position Low voice, cold stare, black smoke in the air Came for the crown, I’m aware that it’s there King Koff on the card, let ‘em know I’m prepared But King Cough when the smoke got us choking for air Had to. King Koff, King Cough Black smoke hanging when the lights go out You rang that bell, I’m answering now No bad blood, but I’m hunting that crown King Koff, King Cough Let that low end shake the whole damn house You wanted a round, better give me your best ’Cause I came back hungry with smoke in my chest Look I can give respect and still raise the pressure You gave me a verse, I’m returning the gesture Iron on iron, we’re sharpening edges You brought out a side I had left unattended So fuck being careful, I’m back in the cut Bassline filthy, distortion turned up One blunt burning, got ash in the cup Koff brought smoke, I ain’t coughing enough You gave me HIGH, I’m dragging it DOWN You gave me CONTROL, I’m breaking it out You mentioned AWAY, I’m staying around You stepped in my FLOW STATE, look at us now Wait. Let it breathe. Back and I’m snapping the pattern in half Catch it, adapt, then I’m changing the path Cadence is dragging then suddenly fast Give you a second to breathe, then collapse Slip in the rhythm, I’m living inside it Kick hit once and the whole room goes silent Koff came sharp, so I’m matching the violence Not with a threat, with a pen and some timing That’s how you battle. King Koff, King Cough Black smoke hanging when the lights go out You rang that bell, I’m answering now No bad blood, but I’m hunting that crown King Koff, King Cough Let that low end shake the whole damn house You wanted a round, better give me your best ’Cause I came back hungry with smoke in my chest Funny what wakes when you leave it alone Dust on the mic, dead air in the room Then somebody knocks and the red light glows And suddenly everything feels like home Been too long. I needed this. So ring that bell, let the black walls hum You fired first, now the second one comes Nothing personal when the kick drum thumps We shake hands later, right now it’s bloodsport Metaphor only, don’t twist what I said We’re killing these records, not wishing shit dead You came with a crown sitting high on your head I came with a reason to earn your respect And that’s more important than cheap little shots I won’t make shit up just to strengthen a bar If I’m coming at Koff, then I’m coming with art Make him run this shit back when he gets in the car Pressure on pressure, I’m testing the structure Breath getting shorter, the cadence gets rougher Smoke getting thicker, the low end gets uglier King Koff standing, so swing like a motherfucker I want your best, don’t soften the next one Don’t pull a punch just because I showed respect You gave me a reason to step to the edge Now I’m staring down laughing like, “What’s coming next?” ‘Cause this isn’t beef, it’s a test of the craft You wrote me a challenge, I’m writing one back Two different sounds on two sides of the track And whichever one hits, let the listeners call that But Koff… You did make one mistake. You reminded me how much I fucking love doing this. King Koff, King Cough Smoke still thick when the beat cuts out Keep that crown sitting straight for now I’m not here to tear you down. I’m here to make you defend it. Good shit, Koff. Your move. Yeah… Been a minute since I did this. Almost forgot how fun it was. But I love a challenge. Black smoke curl while the room stays dim Ash on my jeans, let the bass roll in Koff sent a shot, so I sharpened the pen Had to knock some rust off, I’m locked in again You came with the catalog under your tongue HIGH with the GRAVITY, CONTROL getting spun FLOW STATE in the chamber, you loaded the names I respect that shit, now I’m raising the stakes No fake little hatred, no reason to front You came here to spar, so I’m giving you one No yelling I’m dangerous, proving I’m tough Just pressure on wax till the needle gives up Back in the pocket, I’m bending the rhythm Cutting the space then I’m slipping within it Koff gave a reason to sharpen the diction Every four measures I’m switching position Low voice, cold stare, black smoke in the air Came for the crown, I’m aware that it’s there King Koff on the card, let ‘em know I’m prepared But King Cough when the smoke got us choking for air cough Had to. King Koff, King Cough Black smoke hanging when the lights go out You rang that bell, I’m answering now No bad blood, but I’m hunting that crown King Koff, King Cough Let that low end shake the whole damn house You wanted a round, better give me your best ’Cause I came back hungry with smoke in my chest Look I can give respect and still raise the pressure You gave me a verse, I’m returning the gesture Iron on iron, we’re sharpening edges You brought out a side I had left unattended So fuck being careful, I’m back in the cut Bassline filthy, distortion turned up One blunt burning, got ash in the cup Koff brought smoke, I ain’t coughing enough You gave me HIGH, I’m dragging it DOWN You gave me CONTROL, I’m breaking it out You mentioned AWAY, I’m staying around You stepped in my FLOW STATE, look at us now Wait. Let it breathe. Back and I’m snapping the pattern in half Catch it, adapt, then I’m changing the path Cadence is dragging then suddenly fast Give you a second to breathe, then collapse Slip in the rhythm, I’m living inside it Kick hit once and the whole room goes silent Koff came sharp, so I’m matching the violence Not with a threat, with a pen and some timing That’s how you battle. King Koff, King Cough Black smoke hanging when the lights go out You rang that bell, I’m answering now No bad blood, but I’m hunting that crown King Koff, King Cough Let that low end shake the whole damn house You wanted a round, better give me your best ’Cause I came back hungry with smoke in my chest Funny what wakes when you leave it alone Dust on the mic, dead air in the room Then somebody knocks and the red light glows And suddenly everything feels like home Been too long. I needed this. So ring that bell, let the black walls hum You fired first, now the second one comes Nothing personal when the kick drum thumps We shake hands later, right now it’s bloodsport Metaphor only, don’t twist what I said We’re killing these records, not wishing shit dead You came with a crown sitting high on your head I came with a reason to earn your respect And that’s more important than cheap little shots I won’t make shit up just to strengthen a bar If I’m coming at Koff, then I’m coming with art Make him run this shit back when he gets in the car Pressure on pressure, I’
