Lyrics:
glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming
Here came the wise men from the Orient land
The King of Kings lay in
the elevation (repeat 4X)
"A player, that can leap, with the best of them"
Risin up in the 'Velt, Strong Island, New York
The hood in case you did not know
To be ruled by one nation,an evil master
The devil’s henchmen in suit and tie
With a black tooth grin,tell us lie after lie
A secret society
Words and music by Robb (Rabbitt) MacKay
Now there's a new craze a-goin' 'round
It's gettin' bigger in most every town
From New York City out
East O
But not from New York son
I get money like Suge, Master P, and Russell
And build up my franchise 'cause since the money is muscle
I fuck wit
di light wey go way inna New York wah day ya
Wuk and send down di money, we don't intend fi stay ya
One a wayer we wha fi drive some big car just
is trenchanese
This a different type of language
Understand me when I talk
We don't like to bark
Sincerely trenches of New York
Try my best to stay
did, for a little but In 1931
Standard Oil of New York
Made a merge, made a force, fast forward
To when they rebranded as Mobil Oil
And this is when
Jimmy's not a high concept guy
But he's front page news, let me tell you why
He's on the cover of the New York Post
Every network, coast to coast
T-t-turn up, V12 and I burn up
My chick that fly bitch and your bitch unheard of
4 AM and we still poppin' bottles
Probably have a new chick tomorrow
'Cause
at vidya games
Somethin' I'm moderately ashamed
Silly boy humor paralleled by nicks
Somethin' we say to get our kicks
Habit put to bed 6 ft under
My
in, in
Stop, don’t you feel the tension in this place?
Hearts drop at the mention of correction there is hate
By the Kings command I address you in His
suburbia's crawling everywhere
I don't want to go, baby
New York to west of East Bay
There's some news, they're coming your way
We're the kids in America
politickin for new flicks
On the freaknik tip, grabbing your phattie on the 6
I ain't faded by them hips
I split, just like xzibit from tha liks (x)
I got
know what I'm saying?
New York
Got the hotties
LA
Yeah, they got the hotties
Detroit
They got the hotties
Chicago
Come on they got the hotties
To build new ones
When we got our own place
I told you about my past
And still felt your embrace
You told me about yours
With tears running
Down your face
We
Yo Raff, ring the alarm
I know Spig's got my back
Freaky Tai spark the charm
give a 1,2 for my man Pretty Lu
As i bless the rest of my New York
realised I was the king of the rhyme
I got on the microphone and what do you see huh!
The rest was my legacy
I was born to be the king of the be bop swing
realised I was the king of the rhyme
I got on the microphone and what do you see huh!
The rest was my legacy
I was born to be the king of the be bop swing
watch this shit, nigga, here we go, y'all, your ass
Yeah, we write for days, hot shit, uh-huh
Dope, drugs, sex, murder, King James version
Aiyo,
cards right but you still ain't a king
Balance a king, I'm stealing his queen
Back in the club they poppin' then beans
Pop out in New York, just
their hands in the air
Wave left to right
For the Kings and the Queens
In the pent house suite, living lavish lives
We lavish (lavish) , lavish (lavish)
oh)
Y'all phony and lonely she on me (Aye aye)
I'm scoring she pouring I'm rolling (Oh oh)
We smoking feel golden I'm chosen (Aye aye)
King shit they
the secret of the potion of the gods
Conquest by fire and rain of blood, hunting the shadows of the
Black Abyss, we pray, we sing in the circle of Eternal
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