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vs time
Looking up like where the day go
People I love got their halo
I'm, taking it day by day though
I know with Yah I'll be fine
He pick me up,

On the Grind

Paul Wall

In the Mix [Music from the Motion Picture]

2005

[Chorus]
I'm on the grind all day until the sun go down, 
Puttin' paper in my pockets grindin' all year round' 
I'm on the block with the gangstas

we chokin' so hard
Cut to us smokin' in London, Japan
Dropped Urban Legend, we did it again and did it again
I was so mad, phoney valet, got you for

one like You
No one like Your King of Kings
No one like Your King of Kings
There's no one like You

Held by the Father
Redeemed by the Son
Emboldened by

mentality
And day by day by day I see the lies through your teeth
You don't bleed what I bleed, you haven't seen what I seen
And keep my name out your mouth

do love the beef
Waitin to cop VS stones on my teeth
Remember the days dat i felt underneath
My goons is strapped wit da heat
Stop playin den u get put

King Back

T.I.

King [Clean]

2006

And the prophecy read that
One day like the pheonix rose from the ashes
That a boy will be born unto a family in the slums
This boy will go

When I grow up I'm gonna be a monogamous man
I'll be the rural, urban, white-suburban renaissance man
I'll have the heart of a Lion and the tin man's

Let's hear it one more time, one more time, one more time for the king!

I get what I want, chopping you down exposing the tree trunk, open you up

king shit can tell I do this often yea
King shit king shit I’m loved by all the peasants mayne
King shit king shit they bow down in my presence mayne

I

Khalid
Divine speech like Ptah
Bury me in a mastaba
I’m the modern day King Tut
I got gold all in my grave boy
I got Malcolm all in my strut what
Garvey

to the pad
Needles and records galore
Speak the truth
My entendres
Tucked inside metaphors
She can twerk
But still get served
By these b-girls
I can't stand

'm a composite beast
Not at all with a care (Nope)
Make you look like a rag doll with it's hair
And face chewed and bloody like it was mauled by a bear
Rhymes I

in your soul, for sure

I wonder what cats was thinking April 3rd
1968, day before King's murder occurred
Probably optimistic, thinking 'bout

Produces itches worse than I-Vs
My life need a little more
God these days
If my father isn't sick
Then it's my mind these days
Guess my dreams ain't big

Bitch, it's just me vs me
Diamonds in my teeth
I copped me a ruger
It came with a beam
No BK the rula, but these hoes on me
Diamonds in my mouth, so

King Tatie
Splendid
Try and catch up
While I make these runs
Your fake homies
They ain't shined once
New place, new day
I dine there once
Ain't

Urban urban
Urban stylez
What up girl
You know
I had to make you a song
J wisdom on the beat
Ima put my whole life
In this bottle
She know
She my

sing
Glory be the name of the King who honors the Queen
And nurtures all the Love that it brings
See, I believe
The reason that we always mistreat
Each

lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't

Let Me Live My Life

Z-Ro

Life: The Making Of A Prophet

2002

the ghetto, day by day
I'm bumping trying to make a profit, cause I gotta get my pay
You better, keep watching me and
Pretty soon, you'll see man
That I

God is for me who can stand against me? 
Yessur
If God is for me who can stand against me? 
No one
If God is for me who can stand against me? 


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slash

They see me rollin', eyes fix and gleam, a low-life king in their urban dream
Ghetto prince, where the struggle's my crown, in the underbelly,

every day but also are the demons
That come for my throat
Been getting all in my head in confusion
When I try to deal with temptation alone
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