Lyrics:
And if your boys a king, the bits a palace
Okay, three O2's that I sell-out, man, I'm such a sellout
Might fuck around and bring Adele out
Me and Flipz
til ya blacked out turn it up and bring it back
West coast best coast we the best dressed coast
Pulling up uber x
Know we gunna impress most
Going in no
wanna hit me they digging the swag
Ya boy fresh like weed straight out the bag so i hit up the lab
Grab the pen before i lay down some hot bars
Bring
Pinch hitter, influenced by true spitters
Step in, knock it out of the park despite jitters
Mixing mediums off the charts
Like Kurt Schwitters,
[Intro: Method Man]
Say what? Ain't no pushin
Say what? None of that shit goin on
Yo
[Method Man]
Made from the best shit on Earth
I bring it
somethin'
Motherfuckers want to give me a pound
Every time we bring you niggas to say
We dare y'all to say somethin'
You can sit and watch and gamble around
!
Ladies and Gentlemen
Right now you're listening to the King of the North
Yo
Can I get a clap please?
Can I have the bell start ringing?
Can we have
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
written to my young man
Not far from being your own man
Boy, you're growing fast
Evident by the fewer questions that you ask
Still, I tell you the promised
the King
Having fun? Join the club
Tell the friends you bring
With my hearts, diamonds, I can do anything
Your minds are confined
It is I who can break locks
Instead of protecting tribes lives
Deny deny deny
Your the law
But we outside it
Making me an out-law
Yet yact like
Yur above shit
Supply supply supply
niggaz ? what!
Tryna make the most of this time, we ain't inside forever
This is life, nobody makes it out alive - NEVER
I'm the King of the throne, I
to my bitch Lucci
My best friend, life introduced me
Move boo, look what money do
We don't hit the club without a camera crew
Cause we
Bring dem, bring
through that we can do the impossible
And together we gon be
free, see ourselves in our own magazines
And be the best we can be
It's king bishop reek, you
the terror, cut open your girl
And make a truss out her flesh
Like Buffalo Bill
It's not a game, it's war, plain and raw
Blood stain the wall when I bring
the street
Bring your bitch ass up the street
Bring your bitch ass up the street
Ain't tryna drop by, I'ma hop out on feet
Bring your bitch ass up
niggas out like cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat right here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than
wrecking ball
Bring on your wrecking ball
Bring on your wrecking ball
Come on and take your best shot, let me see what you got
Bring on your wrecking
as soon as the Magician held the lamp he went out of the city and rubbed it.
Immediately the genie appeared.
Hmmm, I am at your service, ask whatever you
people
Instead of unity we're looking through the peephole
You are a king (You are a king)
A black mighty king (You are)
You are a king (Put it on ya head)
Training everyday, was educated by a strong man
With the strength that I've been saving, you'll be saying god damn
By the end of this fight, we
Training everyday
Was educated by a strong man
With the strength that I've been saving
You'll be saying "god damn"
By the end of this fight
We
me, Drake said it the best
He think Drake fucked Kim K, that nigga stressed (He did)
He out here with Donald Trump dick on his breath
You be
left right me no partial if your black or if your white
Left right well now me know how fe do the king step
Me just can not keep it a secret
So right
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