Maniac (ft. Koonta & Babylon) – Killin It (Show Me The Money 6)


No sleep, I go hard
to give you what you want
Up all night in the studio
bitch so let it bump
No matter what anyone says
I don’t give a what
Middle fingers to the ceiling

My color is different from other entertainers
I have a different flow
Grab the microphone and then
I slaughter hoes into particles
Spitting out demonic flows
We rocking shows
I’m not limited
You can’t even follow me

My rap skill is professional
Anyone can see, I’m a straight hustla
Set ’em up with the jab
Then I’ll hit them with an upper cut
King of this rap shit
No contenders
So I talk shit
Even my personality is rude

Let me show you how da fam do it all day
Fuck the beef clear the streets gon’ and let the k spray
I don’t fuck with these garbage rappers looking all fake
Lyrically I’ll blast these niggaz like a gauge to the face

No sleep, I go hard
to give you what you want
Up all night in the studio
bitch so let it bump
No matter what anyone says
I don’t give a what
Middle fingers to the ceiling

No sleep, I go hard
to give you what you want
Up all night in the studio
bitch so let it bump
No matter what anyone says
I don’t give a what
Middle fingers to the ceiling

I’m taking a deep breath
Drinking it in, deep
On top of this stage
I’ll write down my name
Clothes are black, emotions are flat
Tell it like David Bowie, no plan
They even know in Jamaica Kingston, Rude Paper
Koonta so genius

Ring ring, when the phone rings
They want me on their featuring, raggamuffin king pin
My copycats’ mouths are on fire
They wanted Koonta to die but I’m alive, fuck yourselves
Lose the people who only talk about others
When your head turns white, believe in space even more
Like Sting, I don’t know people who only blame fate
This is our business

Maniac You’re killin it
Maniac You’re killin it
Maniac You’re killin it
Maniac You’re killin it
Maniac You’re killin it
Maniac You’re killin it
Maniac You’re killin it

I don’t know why baby
that we not the same
Everyone’s so busy being self-conscious
I should never let
why we ever met
Where am I? Where are you? Where are we?

The moment I grab the mic, it’s beast mode
Everything looks like a target
There’s still a long way to go but I peeped though
Paranoia I think they wanna murder me off
when I sleep though
Ey I’m a alcoholic, I drink a lot
I don’t wanna look at the world soberly
If you want, I’ll give it to you
yea i can bring the drama
Everyone knows, the only thing we want

Maniac You’re killin it
Maniac You’re killin it
Maniac You’re killin it
Maniac You’re killin it
Maniac You’re killin it
Maniac You’re killin it
Maniac You’re killin it

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