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​Kick In The Door

This song is by Racheal22k and appears on the EP The Skull (1993) and on the album A Nightmare on Elm Street (2014).

In West Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some B-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said, "You're moving with your aunty and uncle in Bel Air"
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought, nah forget it, yo home to Bel Air
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell you later"
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air
Uh, I heart haters bitches
And spectators, congratulations
You just assist my promotions
Fuck a notion
I rock flows tighter than ya bitch clothes
And panty hole
Bump Lamar n J Cole
Cnotes of weed at least in the bowl
Never will I fold
Them critics be suspicious ridiculous
On my dick 'cause it's so delicious
No diamonds are precious here
I make cumbulus clouds drop tears
Another fear
Sent by me 'cause I'm ya nemesis
Taking on all of the genesis
It's beginning of my slaughter house
Created the world in six days
On the seven I came out the crud of clay
Judgment day
When they see me they pray
Lile Muslims giving honor Mecca
Ultimate wrecker microphone check
One two I'm coming with words that spew
Turn leechers face blue, you and yo' crew
Can catch a contact
But can't numb me my raw raps
Leave you guessing and stressing I'm a blessing
In disguise close ya eyes
Say with me "I'm the best"
Just before I give you a pass
I put three in ya chest
For the holy the father and the son
Never disrespect the don corelone
Kiss my rings when you see me
When I spit on the mic
They nostrils flare glare
And quote "B--I--G"

Kick in the door bitches straight screaming while I'm so high I'm dreaming
Fucking that bitches pussy so good in creaming mountains of come
Oh shit nine months later I had a son isn't that shit crazy man
You so damn lazy sitting on you ass playing video games
You ain't fixing to be shit well now look at me
Dad in the king got so much money
I could build seven or eight mansions of cash while I'm fucking man that shit was a bash
Oh, well, fuck it, sit down, bitch, suck my dick
Tell you get sick lick it from the top to the bottom then sit on it like a chair
I'm so motherfucking gangster break ya and shank ya then flee the scene
Mr. Cream I gets doe flip mode zip code gotchyo whole click froze
Trick hoes keep my wrist froze pimping till my casket close
What's cracking, yo, I'm active so, hit me up for the dro shroms acid coke
Mastered flow I'm so dope so original gassed up no ethanol
I'm blessed wit soul extra cold like theatrical smoke a cancer for most, emcees