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royal decree
So, I'll be setting your soul free
And all of you servants who challenge the king, follow the lead of Siegfried
This is my Grand Order
So,

Back in the day when they were young 

In search of fortune 
Seth left parents warm nest 
Moved to Lonehill 
Royal service was his quest 
But Irene 
With

fire
These wolves looking slim I know they wanna bite yea yea fire
But I got this sword it'll curve y'all appetite yea yea fire
And when I say leave I'll

conscience steal
Make something made up real for you

Reconcile
With the soil
Give out foil
So you can be loyal
After all
Becoming royal is a game that ends in

a corniche hen 
Sword through ya skin
Eatin pork is a sin
I’m headed north in a Benz 

Fuck the industry 
I Drink ounces out the cup of Hennessy
I need

villain, lovable
And don a mask like a clown, of thorns
Blow your horn and get pounded out by the boring
(I take your order) let me get one wing
Any king

knocked the towers down to distract me
They laced the pork in the chicken and the beef, so we cease
(They Knew) Every piece tastes better if ya dip it in

The Birth of the Race

Lux Occulta

Dionyeoe

is my fate
To set up new order
The castle of clouds shakes
This is my fate
To get the sword
And paint the mountains red
The crescent of moon ploughs

Render distance, set to far
Mobs all night, 'cuz I set it on hard
Eating pork chops so I don't get hungry
Sorry piggy, but I'm eating your mummy
Put

Hot Line

Sunz of Man

Elements

2004

about that alluminati stuff, some new world order
Some psychic hotlines or
Let's give her the call see what's up


[Chorus]
Hello, my psychic

I gotta take what's mine, and I gotta take the throne
Yeah they call me the chosen one, cuz I pulled a sword from a stone
And I did it all on my own,

In 1671 I joined the Sieur de Saint Lusson
Sault Ste. Marie was where he said we would be going
Sent there under orders by Jean Baptiste Talon
To lay

a muzzle brake
This double life I still trust my mans with
That high card a royal flush in the hands of gambit
How I'm moving
All kinetics
Blood flowing

get an encore uh!

Phonetically my flows be sharper than a sword for me
Snyder wings up on my plate
Now thats an order B
Less is more no wonder why they

who stand tall

But even there in the lush royal chambers
Peace is a thing that is only dreamt of
Struggles and intrigues call for blood-spilling

popcorn
Quite a surprise when I got my whole head shorn
Enemies look harmless in silk they're adorned
That's until the executioner took  out the sword

I

My vocabulary
When talking bout a truth
That brings a sword  dividing family members by belief
In Jesus Christ
The son of God really is Returning soon

Pick your head up and fix your crown
Crown jewels in my heart, crown royal in my glass
Throw stones at the throne I will clown on your ass
I got heaven

the lawlessness mend the broken promises
Legislative autocracies amongst the conscientious 

They say that order soothes fright like looped loons clips and yoga

the pure breeds, crossed from potent heroic seeds
Blossom into the strongest oak trees
A woven impenetrable fleece, accompanied by a sword and a sheath

ain't got a motive when I'm out
Other than my queen, her girlfriends around
And they sexy and she sexy
And we all sexy
And call me their royal guard
And I

all sexy
And call me their royal guard
And I don't get hard unless Anna smirks at me
So respect my girl when I drink den hurl
Hope I get to buy her

And I'm here to put this shit back in order like it's supposed to be
Mumble rapping lean drinking niggas, can't come close to me
I'll burn you wack niggas,

“Well then, let the reign begin.”
Ethan: "Awe shit".
Sherlock: "Fucking bow."
King.
First order of business; die.
Live by the sword,
Die by thy hand.