Lyrics:
I'm enjoying the acoustics
Light jog smooth as cool whip
No games holding no pool stick
No games holding no pool stick
Ay
I'm enjoying the acoustics
it, sad avenue
Nothing ever works
Year to year
Week to week
We are just living by the hope
That never gets realistic
Sad Avenue
I'm from a place where
Luther King
North on Bishop Scott pass Aldine
North on Bishop Scott pass Aldine
Where you at Cote Brilliante Avenue
Where you at Cote Brilliante Avenue
arrived. So, we got absolutely f'king smashed to
smithereens on the plane, right! Get's off the plane, staggers through customs, "Allright, excuse..." oh no,
samples on my piano
Acapella acoustic
Genius on the thrown with the master intellect please
King to a pawn whats a god to a chest piece
Find me on my King
falling, pixels cascade
In the cyberpunk symphony, memories fade
Electric avenues, a maze of desire
In the circuitry of chaos, we conspire
Cyberpunk city,
lazy (Yeaaaa!)
I'm still pumping like I used to (Used to!)
We hit that two step, then the avenue (Gahhhhh!)
King Skie really gah dam wavy (Yeaaaa!)
Get
face
We've already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watchin', no one saw a thing
It
fronting & flawging
Flow Like a butterfly sting like a bee King of the jungle swing by with the tree
Whole Crew eat that’s survival to me greenhouse for
About 50 km north of Geraldton
The Northwest Coastal Highway becomes Hampton Road
And on the corner of Hampton and Fifth Avenue
There's an old Caltex
4. Lion King morning time score, bird song, dog barking, snoring,
5. Sound professor from Cornell struggling with recording, bird song recorded by
you'd be on top again"
And we 'bout to hit Jacob the jeweler
So I could be like Slick Rick and rule ya
Dr. Martin Louis the King Jr.
And I'm a never
to crash
I just meant to pop
Bitches cut the line
Just to be at our spot
You can change your mind
But you think you're not a lot
Take it from the avenue
invention the king battle of epic proportions
Lyrical intrigue, the master of contortion
Optimized computerization virus
Paradoxical acoustic sound
leaders
By our Kings and Queens
Brainwashed in the open and brainwashed behind the scenes
God God God
A voice cries in the wilderness
God God
the kilo to pardon my wits
Ain't a negative boy we got money to get
On the tip of the tongue I'm the king of this shit like (AY AY)
I might have to bring
hold
A year passes by and Francis the Bruce, visits with his acoustic guitar
The year after that, a colour set; times worthy of B, G and R
Mull
Because we've seen The Blueprint
With Jay we've seen that you could come in
The game and do 10, 12
15 – still win and still be the
King of hip hop we have
the present.
We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards of dialogue.
Statements, such as, "keep it real", especially when punctuating
and reaching for the sun
We stand here now
As the nexus of culture
True melting pot, building bridges
Mexican mother mixing horchata
On Arthur Avenue
Dominican
higher than a pilot
It's real in the stars no sci-fying
I'm goin' out like a challenger
Every second goin' up by a inch (skrrt)
Gettin' like Kobe, y'all
Hallelujah to our king God we thank You
D A
God we thank you for everything
Your worship is what I sing
Intro: Bm G D A
Verse 2
Bm G D
Defeated death upon
kegs
True, I'm blue, the smith can't stick to doo-doo
Yo Chino we needle we brown with the King Crown
Rockin underground bound, and pullin girls
can't stop 'til I retire!
Oh no, we stay swoll, rolling on Vogue tires!
Right down the avenue, passing you rapidly stacking
In the back of the Cadillac
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