K.E.K.E. (Killing Energy) lyrics

by

J Dilla


[Intro: Ella]
Hey! Happy Birthday!
I wrote this on the back of a hundred dollar bill
Walking out of the check cashing place

[Intro: Naww G]
Not ready (Aye!)
Robbins' Goddess, I got this

[Hook] x 2
I'm killing energy I'm killing energy
Two girls in the world deserving my legacy
My daughter and who i call the baddest in the century

[Verse 1: Naww G]
Even if her friends c*ck block she gon' want it more
Shorty stay around like n*ggas do liquor stores
Ugly n*ggas winning look at Meek and Minaj
Keek a dime chick and to me I'm a five
Slide in in my ride this the time of your life
And I'll get you home by 9:45
Roll out the dingy carpet when you slide by da block
We could chop chop at the Chinese spot
Block smell like mad weed you'll get a contact high
Only 17 when the contract signed
I'm like a young meek without the cookie braids tied
Love letter flow you know my sh*t is real
I wrote this sh*t on the back off a 100 dollar bill
On the back face in the check cash place
Ran money scams since 7 in '98
Raised by the barbershop and the barbershop speech
All I need is Gina niece and that Barbershop 3
DC in '09 I really wish you went to H.U
You see the H Wings that's me or the brand group
Gods son nephew money at the N.E.F.C.U
Arnold Palmer n*gga you my best boo of course, sh*t
I knew that you could sing you can't top I what I recorded
Try and top this well see who the boss is (Ugh)
I ain't even spit I coughed this
Quality is lossless, policy is lawless
Your body mind fine but your modesty is gorgeous
I'm not talking to you on my fan sh*t
I'm a classic man this women and man sh*t
Off the beat I'm unleashed off my dog collar
Young n*gga, old soul, my mind got Alzheimer's
R&B women got the strongest jaw powers
In my finest hour I'mma need you in my corner
In a world of real n*ggas you only wind up finding talkers
When I'm 94 I'm jay walking with a walker..
'Burb n*ggas indigenous, really be living this
I don't f*ck with rappers just rhyme-sayers and lyricists
Keek tha sneek, keep some heat
That talking sh*t is weak
n*ggas need a beat or something bumping in the street
After I beat I'll be done wit you in a second
All my real n*ggas really really get the message
All my real n*ggas really really get the message
All my real n*ggas really really get the message
[2nd Hook] x 3
I'm killing energy, I'm killing energy
This b*tch got me stress, ex not a memory

[Verse 2: Naww G]
You f*ckin' wit' a dog, n*ggerish tendencies
Chef B, Chef Don got the remedy
Had to go summer school after God testing me
God blessing me, I'm in my bag...
Jackie on the text Kadee on my lap
She kinda young for me but nothing stopping me from that
...Maybe her dad
Alissa bad too, I keep her like a can of food
n*gga wit'a side boo, pay the bill past due
I keep a G on the side doing time, no solitary
Tomorrow I see Samaara I put a G in her commissary
Board room fantasies, Vice Prezy seat
Fruit off of God's tree, I swear that sh*t is sweet
Condom bullet proof, I feel that sh*t is weak
After I beat I'll be done with you in a second
You gotta switch it up to keep a n*gga guessin'
I still wanna see you in that hundred million dollar flick
Billionaire boy need a hundred million dollar chick
You grown outta Nick, short flicks and Disney
If it's lonely at the top I'll put you out your misery
If it's lonely at the top I'll put you out your misery
(984) 6NI-GGA5, when you find time hit a n*gga line
When you find time hit a n*gga line
...I ain't lying
[1st Hook] x 2

(Outro: Sample)
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