Lyrics:
It’s bookey on the beat
(yeah ) mobb music
Now am on the road, feeling like am king Kong
Yeah
Fearless
Banging on my chest feeling like am
King
Jeff
So bust this beat
(Disc) (jock)
Yo Jazzy
[ VERSE 1: The Fresh Prince ]
Well, it's true that I'm the reigning king of the throne
But with all my
nigga, I should get you hit
Yeah, I used to trick the slickest niggas with that counterfeit (slime)
Ho, breakdown king, nigga, sack it up and mix
And I
James Brown
New king of Mo-Town
Side wit folk while
You not a G you a joke and thay all know now
I don't brag about the way that I lived in the past
I
through the eyes of the prophets
King tutankhamun
And Martins and Malcolms
And Elijah Mohameds
Wise with knowledge
Paid in full interest aside in
a wardrum beat
By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
When number thirteen fell in my lap
Lips and skin like sin, a venus mantrap
My appetite whetted,
they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank
Fuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
Just like I'm the king on the microphone
So is Dr. J and Moses Malone
I like slam dunks, take me to the hoop
My favorite play is the alley-oop
I like
by Q, why'knawmsayin?
Vocals by Rasheeda, fly beat by QDIII
And flows by the M-A-see why'all, Mr. M-A-see Mall
Starry night, your life
You gave
in the sky
You probably gotta fly just to buy (Who!)
Kinda guy walkin' by with a Desert 45
Probably be a legend before I die (Die!) You wanna see me
And teach my heart to fear ya
Baruch atah Adonai, Eloheinu melech ha'olam
You set every single star in its place
You know, and You call each one of them by
they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank
Fuck them niggas, now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
(Intro):
Creep, creep, I'm on the creep
The creep for the kind bud
O.C. late night, rolling in the v-dub
Sick of scraping resin so I'm looking for
nigga a hoe
Bitch that's a travisty
Its sad to see that she gone in the head while I'm
F**king this nigga busting nuts in your bed
I work on emotions,
the tide
Isolating inside of the hive
Ready to die, in hell I arrive
Leave nothing behind, but empty Backwoods packs
Raised by the last wolfpack
Young
to find out she had beef with my
Cousin Glo seen niggas bleed in the coldest snow
Niggas told on me and Dub right in front of spots pointing
Fingers
dollars
Conversation I acknowledge your knowledge
With no conversation babe, I'm being honest
I beat the beat bad, B.B King in your honor
I see it, a canvas
the youngest in charge 26's them dubs wack
They spinin' 24's when they sell me the 'cut back
Real cats get down, fake cats get mugged rat
Baby got back now
cue the violins for the losers amused by their egos
their super bowl ring is being re-pulled
Nick Javas
And it was right there but now it lives in
frail team
We hate them hoes, like Gayle King
Listen
Make me take a fairer stroke at life
Cuz i work and work my soul at night
Thinking bout the chicken i
milk
[ both ]
Kick it
(survival of the fittest overcomes the weak meek)
[ verse 1: mc lyte ]
Never does one know the force that is in them
Till some
to Jam down, poor people ah dead at random
Political violence, can't done, pure ghost and phantom
The youth dem get blind by stardom
Now the kings
long, child of man tell them hi from
Matt from Wii Sports
And Piranha Plant
And Claude Von Reigan
And Luigi
And Papyrus
And King Dedede
And Knuckles
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