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a fair cop.
CROWD:  Burn her!  Burn!
[yelling]
BEDEMIR:  Who are you who are so wise in the ways of science?
ARTHUR:  I am Arthur, King of the Britons.

go home!" is an order, so you must use the ...?
(lifts Brian by his hairs)
B: The ... imperative.
C: Which is?
B: Ahm, oh, oh, "I", "I"!
C: How many

N’Agha many things wey you dey do for me
So I hail you King eh
Ebubedike Ebubedike

The way you love me no be lie so I'm loving you
Heal my body and soul

My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance

Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them

ran up the mileage, look at the dash, now I'm on the E-way to go back to the stash
How Many, How Many, How Many
How Many, How Many, How Many
How Many

way he never sleep 
Bigger than the king and the pope, sling no dope 
Call me anythin' but broke 
When it's on, I guarantee my team 
Don't choke,

Will They Die for You?

Lil' Kim

Harlem World

1997

way he never sleep 
Bigger than the king and the pope, sling no dope 
Call me anythin' but broke 
When it's on, I guarantee my team 
Don't choke,

fast?
No
(Da Phoney)
So Ben, Imma keep it a hundred with you
All these teachers been treating us like we in a zoo
But we both know that that's not up

You're the real Jack Frost (Jack Frosty)
I'm still showin' love, by the way (by the way)
They try and drag your name through the mud every day

I'm

rip pockets of jeans
Cut from a different cloth, cut from a different seams
Blowing candles of birthday cakes wishing form C.R.E.A.M.

We are Kings

Shoutout Mordecai, man he's so fly (yeah-yuh)
Fuck I'm high
Jacob Cowan never stood a chance
Sections and regions, call it the last dance
I'm going way too

Sooo Much Style

Tha Dogg Pound

Dogg Food

1995

got so much style)
So many styles (Kurupt the king)
So many styles 
So many styles (shit, he got so much style)
So many styles (Snoop Doggy Dogg)

do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)

Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)

a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes
That way he never sleeps
Bigger than

righteousness my pedigree not built on cotton
So when I'm gone the way I lived will never be forgotten

I am called to do great things
I am call to be a king
I am

so ever pulleth this sword in this stone and anvil, Is rightwise king… born of Albion Subarashii nee? 

(OBATOMI YUSSUF) 
Back with the sword, King

isn't it.
Oh by the way, just before I sign off... because I've gotta go now... you know, there's a beer waiting for me
down the road in the bar. So I

Stomp of King Porter

The Manhattan Transfer

Swing

1997

Stompin' out music on an old upright piano
Here comes King
That was downright ragged in a Scott Joplin way
(Here he comes, master of the stomp)

Ol' Jelly

until Stromboli came by solely to disrupt your marriage matrimony
I'm kicked out of the ceremony, but you're like Jeff you're so far blow me
But what do

And here they are, Puff Daddy, Ma$e
And Lil' Kim!

How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't

all, we were sharing the smallest to the greatest Gifts 
But some way we Slipped. 
A major shift took us so far that today we sit in baby Cribs 
(in

thing on my hip
But I got distracted so I fly by
And I hop into a party 
So many bitches, my my 
This really Must be a party
We all getting high high

Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I

Nigga but you didn’t execute
Survivals my only hope success
Is the best revenge
He always there by my side
Ben Franklins my only friend
The hundreds