Lyrics:
King is dead
The Karaoke King is dead, the Karaoke King is dead
Charlie was born in the city
Moved to a small town when he was a kid
His daddy was
and the western skies
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York
with glasses
Hardrock punks crack heads and even trunks
want to know the truth, so they flock to my roof
New York I got the grip, I told ya I
Now I and I say greetings in the name of The Mighty King
And I & I say played by the King love is all I bring
And I & I say Africa is I & I
important like the pope, I'm a muslim on pork
I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the king of New York
King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both
a 100 mill
Stuck by side since the womb for you I'll kill
We done tortured niggas to the max no emmet till
I'm the king New York yeah that's big shoes
everything including the
Möet in the cup brooklyn, New York
(Legend) , pledging allegiance
Clowns that get out of bounds
And don't follow procedures
Ayo, you
cats gettin green, by all means love the war
A midnight special billy New York call
So when you squeeze it kid, of you bound to fall
[Mr. Cheeks]
really cared
But by age eighteen he had lost all his hair
He used to hang out near the border of New Mexico
Spittin' in a can, but it was all for show
He
the forces of King Solomon
Lettin' bygones be bygones and so on and so on
I'ma teach this cat, how to live in the ghetto
Keepin' it retrospective from the get
The rich go North, ignore the tug of war
While the kids are poor, open new and better drug stores
So I became hardcore, couldn't take it no more
I'mma
green, by all means love the war
A midnight special billy New York call
So when you squeeze it kid, of you bound to fall
[Mr. Cheeks]
Cheese and henny got
Now I and I say greetings in the name of The Mighty King
And I & I say played by the King love is all I bring
And I & I say Africa is I & I
is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
landed in that New York City Cover Band, without out a plan
Where everyone is measured by they rubber bands
I'm bummy as can be, oh me oh my, they tell me
the New York born, who's sharp as a thorn
I came here tonight just to get it on
So listen up close and listen up well
'Cause the Brother Marquis has
ignore, the tug of war
While the kids are poor, open new and better drug stores
So I became hardcore, couldn't take it no more
I'ma reveal everything,
'fore I start to chill
Got the heat they listen New York to Brazil
I'm a businesswoman, I don't need a deal
On my Weezy, motherfucker, yeah I'm ill
You can fool the rest of the world, long as New York know
Uh
We some underground kings, feel like Pimp C
Met bun, said "Pocket Full of Stones"
your head wide open
Hopin to spot a chip in this frame
I lived and died by the burnin flame
Of the OK Corral Cowboy style
From the Quarters
tiendas owned by our mothers and tios
We seek solace in frió friós and pastelitos
This land
Is our flesh and bone
Our home away from home on Broadway and it
you
Now I'm standin' in a crowd full
Of strangers in my city
With some kid from California
Singin' Conway Twitty in my feelings
'cause I'm feelin' like
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trotline
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
He never
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