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Soakin in the sunlight
Uh
I got a new pair of shoes for every day of the week 
Look at the beautiful faces of all the kings and queens 
Yeah that's melanin

what you need
Rearrange your sheets
Take it like a ghee
Shawty you my queen
You a beast
Shawty you a freak
Head on guillotine
Oscar winning scenes
On ya

that I'll fail and we'll be gone tomorrow
So I'm honored I was chosen by the older prophets
So close my closet got no time to clean it out
The ears are

gentle prophets without mouths)
Let's not kid ourselves, it's fake (We were born to die in twisted ways)

You are my innocence (Basking in the blood let by

Right this way, your table's waiting

What good's permitting some prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away
Life is a cabaret, old chum
So come

the bell tolls
The out of control false prophets who sold their soul
I look at my hand and I fold
I hate jokers, kings, queens and most of all trolls
That's

We were cursed, yes
Our burnt flesh, it attracts doom
Our skinned inked with this black hue
By con artists, we've been tattoo'd
It's no -  henna, this

celebrating
Right this way your table´s waiting.
What good´s permitting some prophet of doom?
To wipe every smile away
Life is a cabaret, old chum!
Come

no Hollis left in the morning, Queens, sucka MCs like DMC RUN when I squeeze, metaphor, when my vinyl hit the knee.....dle, and with Passion of Christ,

over stairs/
This chess not checkers capture queens up off ya squares/
You should promptly get prepared but your probably not aware/
I'm the opposite

your wings
A prophet he ain't loved in his own land
I got betrayed by my own man
Damn, Aye yo ahk we had a plan
Envy & jealousy I can't understand
Damn

And then sabotaging rescuers by cutting fire hoses
Segregated, spat upon, these immigrants were beaten down
Relegated to the city streets we now call

to break the mold never home though
I can tell I might end up miserable Van Gogh
When this gonna get to five-fold God knows
So many prophets market for

sticks

I can't be sprung

Put myself in a cage, ‘cas I can't be stunned 

Over watching y'all try, so I can't be done 
 
Been screwed over by my pride, so

b-beat it out 

I never understood that world,
Feet walk by, leave their prints on the Earth,
Words in my mind ease confusion,
All the kings and queens

and pain huh
Now I do my everything to try and make you stay yea
Shawty you're a queen
So perfect
You got that sweet smile you know how to work it
Yea I'd

the culture they shipped to the kingdoms

Gone with our songs the days they couldn't sing them
Taken away the kids the parents couldn't see them
Couldn't

Ghetto Cowboy

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

The Collection: Vol. 2 [Clean]

2000

of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to 
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for

Excalibur

Killah Priest

Black August

2003

[Killah Priest]
It's Priest standin' in his greatness, God's favorite
I rock the Star like King David, my Queens bath it
I walk past, they start wavin'

You call me by the name by the one that I want
So why not take a seat and listen to this song
I haven't begun, so let me begin
I'll open these

in silence, summoned to the court by the queen and king
They asked for a song full of love and whim and for me to sing

A lovely day it's always grand

the balcony
No doubting he Pages are a alchemy
And the magician is politician and prophet
Premonition we got it
Television and pocket couple queens
That will

on the field
She be holding me down, and that's queen shit
Anybody got a problem, they could say it to my face
Tell my haters, use your chest when you talk
See

mean to me?
I want to love you constantly, but you keep neglectin' me
And treatin' me silently

Yo, I had a Queen named Amina, height 5'7"