Lyrics:
look at that? That thing weighs more than my head)
(Alright, ready?)
(You gotta.. you gotta...)
(Ready?)
Wait quiet, hear that?
We smoked out, tear gas
mice
Three kings, three kings
Three stooges - Pogi, Johnny, Thready going stupid
Swearin to the Buddha, that we about to lose it
Three musketeers, cut
're surrounded by idolatry how do we fit the bill?!
Except by grace—thru faith, my baggage He made a claim
And told me that I was clean so now we have been
The government ain't tryna save you
They tryna label and claim you
Trapped in the city by curfew
Took all we want 'cause the curve you
Fire in the streets
Mobs
Yours
(Belongs to our King) God all by Yourself
(All glory is Yours) all glory is Yours
(Creator of all) creator of all
(All power, dominion belongs
what they're offering
How much gold they bring
They can't afford what we've had
Not even the king
They can't afford what we've got
Not even the king
been on my mind
I just wanna get a little time
Can I get a little peace and quiet
Fast forward I ain't heard of Jack in a minute
Surrounded by fake
and got problems
Cops on my tail, so I bail 'til I dodge 'em
They finally pull me over and I laugh
"Remember Rodney King?" And I blast on his punk ass
you see
A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in
the king and his concubines
And her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk
And we'll all come praise the infanta
And we'll all come praise
stay in your place
Took your girl 'cause she wanted a taste
We smokin' weed by the pound, I'm the king, I'm needin' my crown
My money tall like trees in
take flight
Rewind before I'm King Weight
Felt like I was on an island
And depression was impeding me
Picked the pen up, made a rhyme by mistake
A couple
Quiet nights 'n quiet stars, quiet chords from my guitar
Floating on the silence that surrounds us
Quiet thoughts 'n quiet dreams, quiet walks by
know where we are
No strings attached like a broken guitar
Guess your shit really weak, really never on par
Found her right by, at the hookah bar
We
everybody here
He came to set us free, no be small thing
While we was in the dark, on a long thing
Some dey deny this thing, dem go carry last
You no wan
Fire and pain cover our lands
And anon hope starts to fade
What is left? Stone realm has no king to stick by his side
Humankind has almost died
But
This is a national security alert
Ground Music, Flip Mode, Aftermath, here we go
Back with the most venomous rap
It be the godfather of the club
What we all go through
Pain no belief
Because we all are through
Dollar Dollar Bill what they offer you
Dollar Dollar Bill Aint numbing you
Pain no
other's faces
And I know the road is hard
But if we carry on together
We will get by
All is quiet tonight
The stars are in their places
The moon will give
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
still don't deadbolt their doors at night
In this quiet town
(In this quiet)
When we first heard opioid stories
They were always in whispering
battle rappers but the difference
In the two is the caliber
Everybody be quiet everybody
Everybody nobodies
Rappin' 'til y'all are quiet
I said
We both
the king and his concubines
And her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk
And we'll all come praise the infanta
And we'll all come praise
send the money
Baba no forget to add some long life to it in bundles
So we go fit to flex and jolie
And everyday we pray for the better life you know
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