Lyrics:
the King of
Redemption,
Jesus Christ our true Celebration, whosoever calls upon Your Holy Name, Jesus Christ yesterday, next,
today the same, born of GOD, we
that's a feeling only me and Lebron know
I'm living three dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's
'Cause we can't get along, no resolution
'Til we
the cybernetic cascade
Blade Runner walks, with shadows by his side,
In the neon city, where illusions hide
Verse 3
Through the smog and haze, he tracks his prey,
Bankroll got the bitches bad on the pole
Pull up to the club, I let it go let it go
They call me young Quavo throw
Young Quavo throw
We get ignorant in
your birthday
You can tell ne that I’m wrong
But I still don’t know your birthday
Even after this song
WRITTEN, PRODUCED, AND PERFORMED BY ERIC LEON
crucifixion for His claims
"We have a law
Anyone who calls himself the son of God
Is worthy of nothing but death!"
"Would you have me crucify your King?
Is His
office, the King on the throne
I spent my first three hours on the telephone
You know with newsmen reporters, and votes too
I had so many calls, I didn't
3 chainz, owww
Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards
And skate off after, engage in laughter 'bout what just happened
Fingers
my prey right by the locks
Put that drip drip on the riff
Jimi Stylix play that licky lick in the click
Even if your six turned nine you'd still be
make sure you remember to pee
I'm a drug lord and a purple king
Lace a niggas blunt like a shoe string
My wallet's green I call it organic
I look like
office, the King on the throne
I spent my first three hours on the telephone
You know with newsmen reporters, and votes too
I had so many calls, I didn't
Sir Lancelot on fire
Hot girls gon give us unbelievable desires
And I feel like Kings of Leon this Sex is on Fire
She loves this wood like it's medieval
Full of blood sweat tears
Goals dreams and lessons
Lianitus at the hot gate
Three Hundred strong
Shaka Zulu on the battlefield
We want it All hail
To
destroyer of worlds
I speak for the weak
Everyone who feels they don’t have a voice
Or feels put upon by others
You don’t have to feel that way anymore
I walk
damn
Now who the gangsta to call when you want that thing beat up
Three nine zero nine you can get the rest
After you make that fucking ass clap
Booty so
Leaving her speechless
Gifts connect to your destiny
I know loving me no be easy
But it feels like I'm worthless
When the saviour was born
Three kings
CHORUS
Voice 1: Make them believers,
Voice 2: Instead of beliebers (x3)
It's only by the power of the King
office, the King on the throne
I spent my first three hours on the telephone
You know with newsmen reporters, and votes too
I had so many calls, I didn't
come on nigga get me
I've been balling since you niggas is crawling
West side suicide fucking with my who ride
Call the medic fuck your set anyone can
the 5, by King Sun with the Sword
(Yeah, yeah, we got it goin on) (3x)
(We got it goin on)
[ VERSE 2 ]
It's the King of a kingdom, descendant of King
a sheet
Ooo, psyche, you ain't catch me by surprise
Hear the howls in the night, keep my eyes in the sky
'Cause I'm the Halloween King
Look up, hear
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
something to chief on
Bad hoe to freak on, with a pretty face to skeet on
G'z on my back like my real nigga Dion
Lion like Leon, kind of like King Kong
a cake
And most of the niggas you see standin' by me today
Were trappin' with me in the A
And down here we always three bitches, Rodeo, LA
And killer who
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