Lyrics:
could touch it so fuck it rappers want to dis I'm glad to see `em cause I
rip your fuckin face outta a magazine O.G. gangsta lean now after I shit
your
pay
Through a yahoo
Looking for who to defraud
I'm from a place where the kings
They take bribe
To kill their own subjects
I'm from a place
They call
the magic no wizard
Think you're the king nigga i'm a god
Being the fucking best is all i was taught
Beat dirtier than Flint water
Tryna hit my line then
your neighborhood rosters
chiefin'
feastin'
king of the new school
I'm speaking in tongues
try translating voodo
hold up
let me start again
And this black dude I called King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue
[Sisqo]
How many licks does it take till you get to the center of the?
the neighborhood Rastas
Chiefing, feasting, king of the new school
I'm speaking in tongues, try translating voodoo
Hold up, let me start again
Undefeated shirt,
came ashore
Greeted with nothin' but niceness
Sailin' west in attempt to
Find gold and spices
Dominated by the popes in frenzy for ices
The Catholic
suckin' me off on the weekend
And this black dude, I call King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue
So, how many licks does it take 'til
Housewives trying to recapture their youth
By wearing floral print and suede
Fixing their hairdos with PC, chemical-free hairspray
Martha Stewart
suckin' me off on the weekend
And this black dude, I call King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue
So, how many licks does it take 'til
locked
I'm a king nigga
One hundred shots in that magazine nigga
While all these rap niggas
At the governor ball i'm fuckin' they broads
Ay yo, these rap
Di youth dem get blind by stardom
Now di King of Kings a call
Ol' man to pickney
So wave unnu hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sick me
Dem
Gotta hurt some things, wanna live like kings
Come sharp for the playoffs
The race for the rings
It was a Friday night
All the ladies rumps shakin'
the freezer
Jump with the Mac in the back of the Jeep
Sweep them niggas clean (roo!)
Hit em with a magazine
Make your sneakers lean (roo!)
Cadillac diamond
may know a love
That stays longer than one night
When you call on the name of the King
He’ll set you free
You can be Covered by the Blood of the Son
No
what I'm a give em when they land in last place
Hand right by the... they ain't too many seeing us
So they wanna take my gifts
But I wrap em with
Coretta King
Keep a thing
Barettas and better with magazines
Mezzanines
For vantage points clearing entire scenes
And a team
To spray the ammonia like Mr.
prefer to toast to the success of the team
You don't have to guess
Just pray to the king
Niggas talk a lot but they barely say anything
And you wonder why
hard by any means no matter how hard it seems dont let nothing intervene with pursuing my dreams imma reign supreme with the blood of a king royalty in
press, it's complex
But this aint no magazine, it's like Freddy Kruger
Entered your dream and leaving that bitch look like a murder scene
Watch how I bust
315
Man there lookin ata magazine
It said punk on the cover
He didn’t lool up
Went outside and my ears stood up
Standing over by the record machine was
where I go at
Expanding my vocabulary
Rapping every word of the magazine covers down at Walgreens
That's a .357 Magnum like Tackleberry
Academics took
Ayo, the child born
By this treasure on the crown worn
Highest level on the styles form
Leave your vowels torn
Consonants, protonouns worn out
feel regret by me
Longer that I live I start to see
Being a leader ain’t never been cheap
Pressure of a king might cost you sleep
War with the world
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