The King Charles Era

The King Charles Era
New sound, new style, still the same loser.

Two Point Hospital official lyrics



a.k.a. Nic' @ NiGHT
a.k.a. Nic' @ NiGHT

(verse 1)
None since me. Not even history. Senselessly, niggas wanna get some pot. Vibe with me while I hit the spot. Of which you ain't got. As if it ain't hot... tryna find it. Bottom line. That's how these niggas rhyming. And I find it disGUSting. This discussion is tryna rewind them. Tape over the square. Take over the air in my head. I'm not an airhead. As a matter of fact, it's fair to say I leave the snare dead. Niggas made a genre off of one part of what I'm a part of. And that's cool, but I started what y'all think y'all thought of. My name ain't brought up?

(hook)
Grab a hold of what you know.
Hope you never let it go.
You know how the motion goes.
No one knows, then I show...

(verse 2)
Illest and the hardest working since "gettin' retarded". Smarter than lurking with all the artists who've been tryna get it in harder than who I'm illest since (or iller since; depends on the day). Innocence. Not mentioning Dilla. I got a killer sense. Pot gets hit with the filter. Bare your soul. Make it unbearable. Give it to the guy who can fix it. The guy is in the digit. Tryna get it. You gettin' mad, but you Flynn'd it. Too many eyes, then rewind it. Tape(,) over. The takeover.

(hook)
Grab a hold of what you know.
Hope you never let it go.
You know how the motion goes.
No one knows, then I show...

(verse 3)
You meet me with a memory. Then you leave me as a memory. If you leave me, then you meet me with a memory. Mammories CLAMORING to get with me. My own gender. My own agenda. And no one's close to it. Not feminine, just... not a pretender. As in, acting. Niggas get twisted, "(*)THAT(*)'S IT!". Exactly what *THAT* did. That did some shit, ya dig? Bullseye. Crosshairs. Look at that guy. Off with the top. With, becomes of. Run up!

(hook)
Grab a hold of what you know.
Hope you never let it go.
You know how the motion goes.
No one knows, then I show...


Many shots, many props.
Thanks for listening.
Thanks a lot!


#captivating
#remarkable

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