Lyrics:
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
an inferior!
Arthur: Well I am king
Man: Oh, king, eh, very nice
And how'd you get that, eh?
(he reaches his destination and stops
Dropping the cart)
By
(Tony Koya)
There exist, a sacred sword, Forged in dragonfire by an
Avalonian elf, Set in stone by the Great Wizard, Merlin,
It is said that who
gotta have more soul
Got to have it, need it
Baby don't you know I want it
Well I feel it, hear it (?)
Baby don't you know, you got to know
Gotta
know it
How is your life and your Shangri-La
And your long lost land of Hallelujah
And your hope and glory has passed you by
Can't you see what
you know it
How is your life and your Shangri-la
And your long lost land of Hallelujah
And your hope and glory has passed you by
Can't you see
where I can hideaway
Oh shit, I believe in yesterday (yesterday)
That was the Beatles, I'm just keeping it real
Hold up, wait, dude how do you feel
now (what about that?)
I wanna hear some Arthur Conley
Well, what about Edwin Starr?
Yeah, I'm the one that got it turned up
But it ain't no love when it's coming from your guys
Came from Conley, I didn't have to cut no dope
But outside
1234
sweet soul music by arthur conley
do you like good music
yeah yeah
that sweet soul music
yeah yeah
just as long as it's swinging
don't feel my pain no more
All them times I was broke, had to go on them licks, man, you forgot it
Made a nigga heart more cold
I done missed out
Arthur Morgan on the beat on tracks I'm feeling wanted
Bombing, killing all of y'all that's how I feel just to be honest
Marking up the map going beyond it
suitcase, let me . . . open it.
I'm just a bit nervous you understand.
Open the suitcase.
This hasn't happened . . . too often.
Uh-huh, I see, how many . . .
get ugly
Them two Conley Road boys came from nothin'
Niggas keep talkin', I don't wanna be buddy
Make it go hunnid, or nigga just shut it
How much
everybody lookin' like a nigga butt naked
Please be good 'cause it could go down
Mr Baton Rouge, I hold the streets crown
I feel it with gas, keep it clean
this
And I no that they feel it
Chasing my purpose
They don't even get it
I had to give everything
Up just to get it
I know they mad
They can't figure me
four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed.
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball;
Apart
four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed.
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball;
Apart
four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed.
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball;
Apart
four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed.
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball;
Apart
was moving on feet
Got me a job I was hired by the streets
Ain't no fire I'm just bring that heat
I am the King, but nothing like Arthur
I wrote
four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed.
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball;
Apart
by struggle
It's so hard being humble
Gotta keep a small huddle
Step on necks like a puddle
In the end, that's what it comes to
Fuck they feelings, I'm
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
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