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on the walls
In the bathroom stalls
Underneath that freight-train bridge that we jumped off
We wrote long live the kings and queens of this city
Small town
Jets, nigga
It's the pilot
Lettin' you in on some top secret shit
Jet Files nigga

From the city that care forgot 
From the section where
live on and kill to keep,
We're just lambs here waiting for the blood bath baby,
Hitman army, Hitman Navy.
Moved by the wicked had of money not love,
the morning sun
Play it for me
Just play it for me

Hooo... He is the king of every beat
The one man band seven days a week
? of radio
Celebrity of every
[Chorus]

Yo, by any means I protect my President
It's P.O.P., protect our president
A thoroughbred on the track like the meadowlands
The Secret Service
the morning sun
Play it for me
Just play it for me

Hooo... He is the king of every beat
The one man band seven days a week
? of radio
Celebrity of every
the morning sun
Play it for me
Just play it for me

Hooo... He is the king of every beat
The one man band seven days a week
? of radio
Celebrity of every
Randy Mac
One in a million on your back, boy

Yo
So we bout to get outta here
Seems like the police is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee,
at the Universe, going to hell with everybody else
'Cause you want your own first
I got the urge to let you in on a little secret
'Cause you keep dying if I keep
[Chubb Rock]
The Chubbster, a man that came out about 1986
with the help of Dr. Ice in the mix
And even then, kickin lyrics that was quite potent
Howie by
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate 
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
the morning sun
Play it for me
Just play it for me

Hooo... He is the king of every beat
The one man band seven days a week
? of radio
Celebrity of every
with DJ Alladin 
Had my girl under the cover, went with Egyptian Lover 
I'm on the radio, microphone mic-a-don 
All my yapes I would pay for a mix
the fearless til you drip liters
Flip divas, the big secret, strip to they tits and beaver
Sip Cris' and sniff coke of the peeter
Yeah we ball big baby, look off
eating potential 
(I'm convinced) future MC's are sending robots back in time 
As we speak to kill my mother before I'm born  be warned 
You catch
got a home for clones in the center of the Mojave
How do we cook with radiation? Build space stations?
We got that information from secret alien nations
brother could do no wrong and I became The
Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and I soon figured out that
red and black don't mix. The beatings I