Lyrics:
to a nightmare
Martin Luther the King
Without a queen, nah mean?
By any means, yaddadimean?
In the coupe, my Miss Coretta Scott thing
And I swear I had a dream, I
record?
Divine Styler with Physical Poets, look out
Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah
This is Bronx Style Bob...
Nat The Cat, boy
a very nice! uh i told them we already got one! hehe
(snickers behind wall)
Well, uh, can we come up and have a look?
OF COURSE not! You are english
The door's unlocked
The walls are down
No more to wear
The thorny crown
The game is up
No foolin' now
The power is on
For everyone
He was born to be king
Look up see that figure, lips, eyes, face
Your frequency's the only sound
The hard times
Let 'em pass by
You know I'll ride
Side by side
Can feel it
Open up your eyes. Look around you
And tell me who you really are
You look up and say, It's all in the stars
And you want to get far
And you pray
as kings
Royal bloodlines
Confined by the possession of things
I'm outta my mind, seriously
Please, don't listen to me
I feel safe to let you know
Bananas,
made of red clay
Looking above
By climbing he realized
He could not scape
Looking around
He found a passage
Dug down in the wall
It was so tight, so
to trap niggas
You in the trap with us, when the lines is as vivid
As the walls on the graph, autographed by the Lord of Wrath
I reside between
Mirror Mirror on the Wall, Who the flyest bitch of them all
Mirror said "You, you the King"
Oh yes Sir, step up in the Limousine
(Dylan) you really
Playing checkers
With Thoth and Hermes
Two kings left against my one
Its looking they gon hurt me
I flip the table and run
When odds are stacked up
Good King Wenceslas look'd out, on the Feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night,
My music magic
Im a nasty kat
I like nasty things
Envision this track
Like Freddie Kruger dreams
She came in my mouth
I ate it clean
Dont look at me
King Joker (WHAT UP DOE) you a fool this my dude The cult leader is back HA HA
The more you your motherfuckers try to keep me down(that's right)
relationship advice guy
Liked on the vices priceless smile
Look at the eyes got the look of a survivor
Husband, father
Dissed by Eminem but did it bother him
called
Please suck on Southgates balls
By order of the people in the Walls
We are gonna win, oh win it all
When it's getting hard, the rest will fall
King
I’ve heard tell of a place by the sea
Where fishermen live like kings
I’m going East for to find that water
And harvest my fortune from the sea
I’m
will never be satisfied
Always complaining about his life
To his computer wife
You think he would've found by now
To be sought as a king
We don't need
the Gold
There ain't no way I'm quittin'
Too good through all of the trials He's been
He's the way that I look at the morning sun
My heart, my love, my all
who blow the huntsman's horn and by the look of this one
You've not got much to fear
Here I am, I'm very fierce and frightening
I come to match my
who blow the huntsman's horn and by the look of this one
You've not got much to fear
Here I am, I'm very fierce and frightening
I come to match my
plenty of money to be made
By supplying the army with the tools of the trade.
Just look at it my way - if you drop the Bomb,
Well, it's all part
The women will all say: 'C'mon in my kitchen'
And get all hot and bothered by your touch
So Mr. Johnson, you hike across that yonder graveyard
Avoid
me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever, but I ask you please
Don't fence me in
(Just
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