King Kong
Brotha Lynch Hung & C.O.S. Lyrics

Make money, make money, money, money
The desire to accumulate wealth is a major driver in life

Take money, take money, money, money
Acquiring money from others can be accomplished through various means

I'm King Kong, this my theme song
I am dominant and powerful, and this song represents me

With Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul
Sky and I work together to create music that resonates with our audience

Your team's on, homie dream on
If you think your team can compete with me, you're living in a fantasy world

In the movie about pussies you play the lead role
You're soft, and if there was a movie about weak people, you'd be the singer

Sensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers
There are many rappers who are too sensitive to handle the tough realities of life

We meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors
We engage with those who are willing to take violent action, and have connections with people who can influence situations to our advantage

We chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers
We spend time with drug dealers and petty thieves, and share their world

And infinite clappers roast to the back
The constant sound of gunshots is always present in our lives, happening in the background like white noise

We get the shit crackin' exactly like that
We are able to make things happen, and cause a stir within our communities

The streets give me a hundred dollar credit
I have a certain level of credibility and respect in my neighborhood, and can acquire money on credit based on that reputation

Keep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic
I always keep it real, and don't sugarcoat things like a diabetic cannot tolerate sugar

And Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be
Hip Hop continues to thrive, but those who control the airwaves stifle the true voices of the genre

Fuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic
I don't regret anything I've said, and won't apologize for my words

This whole rap industry's like a survival quest
The music industry is a constant struggle to survive and maintain your status

And the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test
The executives at record labels are the ultimate gatekeepers, and hold the power to make or break a career

First they'll censor you and then tax you like the IRS
The industry will stifle your creativity and voice, and then take a large cut of your profits

Jerk me for my money, you better buy a vest
If someone tries to take advantage of me financially, they better be prepared to face consequences

You better have a iron chest
You need to be tough and resilient to survive in this industry

It's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes
Music industry executives are creepy and obsessive about controlling the sound of the music

Fuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant
Your musical preferences are valid and shouldn't be dismissed because of what others think

Whether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words
Whether selling drugs or music, the goal is always to make money and gain power

For mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs
In order to succeed in this game, you need to be skilled in both calculating profits and taking decisive action

We gon' get it! (What!?)
We will succeed and achieve our goals

Give it to 'em! (Yeah!)
Let's take action and make it happen

Now give it to 'em (Come on!)
Let's push forward and make things happen

I'm a legendary rapper, clap a TEC quick
I am an esteemed and skilled rapper, and can shoot quickly and accurately

Blastin' at your baby bassinet
I will harm even innocent people in order to achieve my goals

Snap a neck, snatch a necklace
I am capable of using violent measures to acquire wealth and power

All I see is money, pussy, fame, power
The pursuit of wealth, sexual pleasure, fame, and influence is my sole focus in life

Sixty minute flights through them rain showers
I face many obstacles and difficult situations in life, but I keep pushing through

That's because the plane's ours
I control my own destiny and am not beholden to anyone else's whims

'Bout to turn these money stacks to algebra
I will use my money to create more wealth and power, like an algebraic equation

And shotgun your passenger
I am capable of committing violent acts against innocent people

You're about to take a dirt nap like Africa
I will kill you and you will be buried, like many unfortunate victims in African countries

And we the fuckin' money team, read it and weep
We are a powerful group of people who excel at making money, and others should be envious of us

Ask me why I'm leavin' the D? I'm bob and weavin' the heat
People may question why I am leaving the city, but it's because I am dodging danger and violence

Modesty is the least, why respect is just a catch 22
Being humble is not valued in this game, and gaining respect is a difficult and contradictory challenge

Give it to get it or expect it, just catch 22
You have to give respect in order to get it, but even then it's not guaranteed

They call me King Karma, I've seen crowns layed down in extreme carnage
I am a powerful force in this game, and have witnessed many people fall in brutal ways

Put mean garmets between me and armor
I wear tough, intimidating clothing to appear invincible to my enemies

And I ain't even rhymin' man, I'm just being honest man
I am not trying to be poetic or creative, I am just speaking my mind honestly

I would have your body lyin' in your home
I am capable of killing you and leaving your dead body in your own residence

While your soul flyin' to the promise land
Your spirit will leave this world and go to a better place after death

Bitches actin' like I gotta go home, 'cause I'm in they stomach like sonograms
Women are attached to me and don't want me to leave, as if they are pregnant with my child