Tales From The Mix Tape vol​.​3

by Kabal





releases February 4, 2020

KABAL (K.Theodoropolus)


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Kabal Brampton, Ontario

Oldschool hardcore underground producer/rapper from Brampton Ontario Canada.

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Track Name: Green Lit (Whutchuwant Remix)

Lyrical criminal, rip you with the quizzical,
My mass is critical, the way I rip clinical/
Still you wanna do me dirty, like rotten imbeciles,
Still I'll give it to you wordy, by dropping syllables/
Verbs & nouns that I be known to throw down,
So gather round' again cos' it's about to go down/
I'm like a pro how the way I flow now,
But treated like the popo rolling through Motown/
You gettin’ mowed down I'm coming through landscaping,
Find my true form on drums my crew man's shaping/
Spit with clarity for charity no translating,
You shook rookies drop the mic with your hands shaking/
You’re placating, that’s where the hate comes from,
You would think I'm baking chickens the way I shake up crumbs/
You dressed in Sunday best? I cook ya fake thug son
Cos' I'll show up to battle looking like a straight up bum/
No joke bro, I'll roll up like the hobo,
version of Michael Myers and stab you faggots up "No homo"/
Liquid sword pro, flow to paint a photo,
That you sit and study with dissection feinting slow-mo/
Rock the rewind/pause, you sit and screen shit,
Jock the free mind cause I spit to scene rip/
Lock the steez in jaws, you and your team bit,
Gawking at displeasing flaws, you're getting green lit/
Red light, yellow light, green light, go,
Pay the price to eat and bite a mean tight flow/
Wrapped inside of lies to get your team hype, though,
You've never even seen a stage or a gleaming beam light show/
You's a dreaming mic pro, try and get your views straighter,
You need to clean your dome, try and get some clues hater/
You sit at home a plagiarizing tool scraper,
Truth of the matter is you couldn't rip a mic made of newspaper/
Y’all drop the ball when it comes down to crunch time,
I stay Kabal and dummy with another punchline/
I watch you fall, all you seeing is the sunshine,
Laying on your back, still biting, eating like it's lunchtime/
I'm like a holy man with the verses,
I'm like Bubba Ho-Tep with curses/
Get riddled with words I disperses,
I’ll see you in I.C.U. with the nurses/
No apologies for leaving you a mess hoe,
My worst flow still outweighs your best flow/
Spitting venom snake, Cobra like I'm Destro,
Learning is half the battle, try and G.I. like the rest Joe/
Dead zone, between your neck and vest, where your seam split,
Collect head pieces with my breezy teeth that squeeze spit/
I don't settle for second so see me seize shit,
One word seeps from these lips, & you're getting green lit

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