The Turk - Quakers, King Magnetic

It’s the King Magnetic motherfucker

Smack the shit outta somebody, you know?

Guitar notes the only rip that concern me

Took my time like my District Attorney

Eternity, heard the reason, get murdered even

I rob anyone, even labels I’m courtesy of

Fuck a compilation, the connotation

I’ll stomp your face in, the combination of domination

And try my patience, then vomit hatred

Thin line, between conversation and confrontation

What side are you?

I’m liable to decide for you

Find out what fake niggas’ll ride for you

None of those, grab boxers like underclothes

Choke 'em out, till they wake up, to a gun exposed

Electric company lighting the place

But right under your nose like the white on your face

Whether sniffing or flipping, the difference significant

American economy, this shit is ridiculous

Get your order in, time is running out

It’s like you said man, time, time is so important now you know