Beats Lyrics - The Karma Killers

[Damo & Ivor] 

You gotta be present for the moment of momentum 

You know you have the beats 

Kill a coward with my lyric the murder is corba venom 

You know you have the beats 

I'm hurdlin further engines, runnin through an entrance 

You know you have the beats 

[Beat] 

[The Karma Killers] 

This life is a numbers game, 

The rich the ive, the poor get blamed 

The rich are happy , and they're mean, 

the poor - just obscene... 

Such a resemblance in the mirror I see a blemish 

The chemist, I am with dentist, six senses 

As of now, life is tennis at Venice 

Such a breeze I can feel it 

Rollin up my sleeves, put a little hash in it 

Exceeding cash limits, if you got it ain't a bad image 

I play the ball, motherfucker - not half a scrimmage 

Your gimmicks just mimic cause you do not have an image 

[Damo & Ivor] 

You gotta be present for the moment of momentum 

You know you have the beats 

Kill a coward with my lyric the murder is corba venom 

You know you have the beats 

I'm hurdlin further engines, runnin through an entrance 

You know you have the beats 

[Beat] 

[The Karma Killers] 

Got my own flow, spend my own dough 

Drive my own car, fuckin grown hoes 

For these four-ohs, for these lil' bros 

And my door know, teachers don't know 

Vul-ner-able, shoot a porno 

Losin wardrobe, your body foreclosed 

When the doors closed, the mask of Zorro 

Her ass is moreso, a comedy 

I'm sick I'll probably suffocate from all of them vomiting 

Fuck commenting, I'm committing 

Taking off, rocketing while profit pocketing 

[Damo & Ivor] 

You gotta be present for the moment of momentum 

You know you have the beats 

Kill a coward with my lyric the murder is corba venom 

You know you have the beats 

I'm hurdlin further engines, runnin through an entrance 

You know you have the beats 

Hommaging, sock 'em bop 'em king, not fosters out the ring 

Boom bada bing, I gotta sing, you should fuckin honor me 

All these collard greens, dollar greens 

Presidents holla scream, prophesies 

Roll up and watch the leaves germinate, regurgitate 

First you like it then you love it; third is hate 

Nice girl with a heart of gold 

A little naive, a little bold 

Knocked' up tossed' out and abondoned, 

Now she's living on random 

Mom and dad worked and saved, 

Good and honest everyday 

For they're sweat , what did they get? 

An old age home and a medical debt 

You know you have the beats 

[Beat]