Lyrics:
on as I start to kick it
Cause we're like outlaws striding while suckers are hiding
Jump behind the bush when you see me driving by'
Hanging out my
Career is dead they giving me a urn
Why's he back to rap man didn't he learn
Soon he'll disappear, it'll be like it were
Like inventions made by Phineas
on as I start to kick it
Cause we're like outlaws striding while suckers are hiding
Jump behind the bush when you see me driving by'
Hanging out my
put me on bills
All of the fire I spit, that kills
No invertebrates get no chills
All of my entrance couldn't repeat the repentance
Now she wanna buy me
me,now u wanna have some dinner,dinner
Red light ,Critical,
Strong like , Enamel,
kill em all, Kill em all , kill em all, That's not part of ma
Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung
Play, "St. James Infirmary" and, "The Port of King James"
If you want to remember, you better write down
everything
I been a king friends turn foe I'm let em then
I been a king if a bitch wanna come ima let her man
Yo me end up like you is unlikely
So when I reach
y'all take cover too much
I'm gettin' tired of this shit, man, enough is enough
Now, you leave me no choice
I have to kill 'em all (kill 'em all)
hard to think straight when its a lot of niggas want ya
Man
Ok I've been the king for this rap shit
Stuntin' hard and never had shit
Remember me
There you are, man
Ah, Ross the Tantalum King!
Yeah that's right
So you finally found me!
It was pretty easy, you just ran into the basement of this
How we feel
I had a dream me and King saw Zimmerman (Zimmerman)
We laid low, masks up in a rental van (rental van)
He killed a child, body was
gon raise the roof mehn
First of Dosh mehn, its gon kill some kings, yeah
If they don’t play this shit, yeah
Right on the radio
We gon raise our
cold, at least you wasn't anemic
They wanna kill me mid-speech
Afraid of my truth a few real niggas left
They hate that I'm proof
My value on demand,
would prosper
Malcolm X in me, I get it by any means
Fuck I look like dying on knees
Gonna have to cut off my feet, king kunta heart on my sleeve
Let me
the ring)
It's a pit full of fire
Yeah man I'm the king (I'm the king)
You get lit and inspired
Show you new to tings (New to tings)
Watch me build the empire
and I fuck it up.
Push the hustle till we shit gold.
Man I'm trying to communicate with some kings and Savages kings and Savages yes
What you know bout
be a king rule it all thought you knew this
Claim you about to stop me man you really must be foolish
Go head talk your shit leave you toothless in
I'ma take em' six feet underground
We goin to the darker side of town
I ain't like the way I used to be
Don't pretend to know me kill em slowly
WHEN WE WERE KINGS
Take me back to when Jesus was black to when the brilliant Moors of Africa civilised Europe to when castles were built by men of my
without the beard
Man, all these new niggas weird
They all lining up to come and see the last king
I get money, I make money
I take money, them bitches
oo
She dey kill me slow
She high me oo
O pa mi oo like she be palmy oo
This your body yhee
Fit to break a man down
Fit to make a man craze make a man
the whole world talkin'
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
I’ll make all these niggaz believe
Shitting on haters, I’m pulling the trigger, they call me the king and I tell them indeed
Fucking these bicthes
to murder me (Naw hold up man don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (ay, ay man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
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