Uploaded March 2025 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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🔥 "Knockout King" – Funky Boom Bap with Ruthless, High-Energy Bars

This track is pure East Coast aggression—hard-hitting bars, raw attitude, and a flow that punches through the speakers. With a funky yet menacing boom bap beat, this is straight-up lyrical combat. No gimmicks. No cap. Just real energy.

🎶 Lyrics:
Uh-huh! Yeah!
Turn my mic up, turn my mic up!
This that raw, uncut, straight-to-your-jaw type rap
Let’s get it!

I wake up, stretch, then punch a hater in the face
I ain't here to play fair, boy, I violate the space
I’m a menace to the mic, put a rapper in his place
Make his label drop the contract, like “Oops, our mistake!”
Yeah, I’m rude with it, chew through your crew with it
Hop up out the whip and dropkick a fool in it
You ain't got bars, you just cappin’ for the ‘Gram
I’m the type to slap your DJ, cut the music, change the plan
Yeah, I’m off the chain, off the leash, off the meter
Y’all soft like church socks, I stomp like a heater
I ain’t gotta flex, I just laugh at these lames
And treat rap like Mortal Kombat—finish the game!

Boom! Who want smoke? Step up, get rocked!
Blaw! One punch, now his jaw unlocked!
I ain't playin’ with you lames, better watch your talk
Or you might get laid out on the sidewalk!

I pull up disrespectful, jump out reckless
Yellin’ at the cops like “Write me a check, bitch!”
I ain't got patience for the hatin’ and the fakin’
Y’all be typin’ on the net, I be money-motivated
I’m a vet with the flow, I should rap from a throne
Got your girl in my whip, eatin’ fries off my phone
Yeah, I’m grimy, straight out the gutter with it
Put my name in your mouth? Choke on the trouble with it!
Ayo, I don’t dance, I just throw up my hands
And slap a rapper so hard, he forget where he stand
Yeah, I talk my shit ‘cause I walk that path
You just Twitter beef, I be countin’ real cash

Boom! Who want smoke? Step up, get rocked!
Blaw! One punch, now his jaw unlocked!
I ain't playin’ with you lames, better watch your talk
Or you might get laid out on the sidewalk!

“KO!”
“Damn, homie!”
“Somebody pick him up!”
Ayo, ring the bell—he outta here!

Ayo, I spit like I’m owed money, rap like I’m pissed
Every verse like a brick in a sock to your ribs
I don’t do skinny jeans, I don’t do TikTok
I just kickbox rappers, put they soul in a ziplock
This that brick city energy, wild like a felony
Choke a rapper mid-verse ‘cause he lack identity
I don’t do subliminals, I just show up in person
If the beat don’t slap, then I’m probably gon’ curse it!
Yeah, my flow like a switchblade, sharp and precise
I don’t beef on the net—I just book your next flight!
Tell the promoter keep the bag in advance
Or I might pull up drunk and slap his dad in the stands!

Boom! Who want smoke? Step up, get rocked!
Blaw! One punch, now his jaw unlocked!
I ain't playin’ with you lames, better watch your talk
Or you might get laid out on the sidewalk!

Ayo, pick him up!
Damn, I ain't mean to do him like that...

Nah, yes I did!
HAHAHAHA!

For fans of Big L, Redman, Wu-Tang, and pure battle rap energy, turn this one ALL the way up.




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