Distant - MKHL, Jadakiss

Yeah, yeah

You know who it is

Ya boy, Jadakiss

You know what I mean

And right now I’m with MKHL

Naa mean

This Joint right here’s called Distant

This is a special Joint right here

UK rapper that’s living in NYC

I love that shit, Real Hip Hop

MK what’s up baby (Ha Ha)

(Stallion)

Said I got distant

Took every hit on my own

If I missed I missed it

I don’t give a fuck bout a throne cuz the way I been moving I see that I’m

different

But I can’t take chat backs from any any man like some dickhead

We was in trenches making a dime bag go three ways

Still lifted

Mans like Leo in pen cuz the door got kicked in

I was on road on a mission

Can’t get caught on the road with the pack cuz man’s don’t care bout feeding

All that what you want I have it

I don’t wanna have your whole arc end tragic

Cotching

Down in the ends too many mans boxed in

Knocking

Mans at the door, who’s knocking

Hand on the grip I’m bugging

I don’t to talkin

Robbing

Calva

Man a get stomped in

Burning

Grabba

Rolling up pontiff

Living I’m lawless

Horus

Flowing like Hopsin

Guns ain’t cheap so I’m starting boxing

Man a man move deep, late night bopping

Some mans check in

Some just stop in

Straight red dotting

Certain ends better walk with the shank something

Certain mans just offing

Wanna put me in a box like office

Keyboard to your head top like Wanted

I don’t do offers

Pay me the shit or I’m dipping

My niggas is spinning

You boutta get finished

I don’t do feds

They calling me Dennis

I know I been a problem

Fuck is a set list

Said I got distant

Took every hit on my own

If I missed I missed it

I don’t give a fuck bout a throne cuz the way I been moving I see that I’m

different

But I can’t take chat backs from any any man like some dickhead

We was in trenches making a dime bag go three ways

Still lifted

Said I got distant

Took every hit on my own

If I missed I missed it

I don’t give a fuck bout a throne cuz the way I been moving I see that I’m

different

But I can’t take chat backs from any any man like some dickhead

We was in trenches making a dime bag go three ways

Still lifted

I was never let into the circle

So I drew my own lines instead

I was in the trap looking like Urkel (why?)

Cuz I didn’t wanna talk to the feds

Big bands on me now, determined

And I still got fire in the furnace

And I don’t grow trees I burn them

I can throw racks, I deserve it

Fuck I look like avoiding service

When I was locked up days in the booth, working

Can’t touch shit without earning

And I can move like that

Cuz my pockets ain’t hurting

I hear them like

MK who do you think you are

Got a little hype now you’re talking hard

Man shut your mouth, I been spiting straight flames since the first spliff

sparked

I don’t take time to explain myself

Cuz you won’t understand my workings

You can’t understand my earnings

Turn 1 song into 6 incomes, but yeah, carry on serving

Dick a bad bitch for the cause

I was out with the gang, with the boys

I was out with the loud and the Noize

Yeah

Said I got distant

Took every hit on my own

If I missed I missed it

I don’t give a fuck bout a throne cuz the way I been moving I see that I’m

different

But I can’t take chat backs from any any man like some dickhead

We was in trenches making a dime bag go three ways

Still lifted

Said I got distant

Took every hit on my own

If I missed I missed it

I don’t give a fuck bout a throne cuz the way I been moving I see that I’m

different

But I can’t take chat backs from any any man like some dickhead

We was in trenches making a dime bag go three ways

Still lifted