Artist: Killa Kyleon Album: Purple Punch Song: Bright Lights, Big City Flow Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Ha-ha made it ma, top of the world nigga ha I hear these bullshit ass raps, y'all calling hip-hop nigga And I must say, I am not impressed one bit nigga Nope, let's get to bidness though Killa hey [Kyleon] I'm a heat maker, no not a beat maker I write fire do you get it, I'm a heat maker I'm a grinder not a binder, but I keep paper That's why them freaks chase us, we turn em to skeet tasters I'll skeet taste ya, but not a whole lot So don't confuse Killa for a trick, I give a hoe not Zip zero, stingy with that dinero Say it ain't my demeanor, I'ma leave that up to FEMA nigga I'm a heat maker, no not a beat maker I write fire, do you get it, I'm a heat maker I'm a grinder not a binder, but I keep paper That's why them freaks chase us, we turn em to skeet tasters I'll skeet taste ya, but not a whole lot So don't confuse Killa for a trick, I give a hoe not Zip zero, stingy with that dinero Say it ain't my demeanor, I'm leave that up to FEMA nigga I do the beats, like Ike treat Tina So I do a bitch bad, and treat a nigga worse than that Step up your verses black, get on my level hater But you gon need a staircase, and two elevators I keep some'ing on my waist, that'll levitate ya And decapitate ya, want me to demonstrate ya When that glock nine, give you a facer Straight shot to your dome, like Patron with no chaser man [Hook] Y'all dudes, ain't fucking with me Y'all dudes, ain't fucking with me Y'all dudes, ain't fucking with me Tell you the truth, y'all ain't got nothing for me no Put these rappers in a line, let's see Put these rappers in a line, let's see Put these rappers in a line, let's see No, they ain't fucking with me nope [Kyleon] Put these rappers in a line, I run through em like push quick That's the truth, that ain't no bullshit 'Gar full of presidential, smoking on that bush shit that kush shit Smell it inhale it that's that good shit, I'm on that neighborhood shit Run up in your house, gun up in your mouth Without warning, like Notorious B Killa move through the streets, so notoriously I'm on that Gotti Soprano, with the ammo I'm a G Dope than a motherfucker, I'm a ki that's me Download some'ing, get a c.d. and you'll see Take off yor glasses, get a good look I speak the truth, like I'm rapping out the good book Flows hot, like I got em out a cook book But I'm Emeral, you Martha Stewart nigga Ain't no bitch in my blood, I ain't feminine My heart don't pump Kool-Aid, my blood ain't cinnamon nigga [Hook]