Lyrics:
the men that had died by their hands
They said, "Ashes to ashes and dust to dust"
Now, nobody lives forever nothing stands the test of time
Oh, you
Bring it on
I tool a long walk
Down a
A short, short plank
I live my life like um
Johnny and Hank
Marilyn James Dean
Elvis was king
To come
girls, money, and fame
I play their game, and then they scream my name
I will show no shame, I live and die for this
If I come off soft, then chew on this
If I were a guitar
I'd like to be played by BB king
If I were a little dog
Rufus Thomas could walk me
Oh, but I'm a man
Who needs to be loved, baby
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
King Arthur earned the throne
But it's our minds we got to wrench out of the stone
Don't be fooled by its simplicity
There was never a broadcast
they dead
I was a fool just for long still a human in my head
Decisions I regret I'm a motherfucking mess
Take a kings trip ima king in a copter
Take
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ
Was born on Christmas Day
And then we'll live forever more
Because of Christmas Day
Long time ago in Bethlehem
Saved by Your blood out of guilt and shame
No turning back oh I've a brand new name
Now there's One that lives in me and I walk by faith in victory
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
can't believe he told Damn
Shit mane crazy
Long live my brothers mane long live Polo James, BLO, Qua, Lu, Dwayne, Eyahlarmar Jaleel, Crisco, Marea and my
welcome to the great deceiver
Long live the queen as she's crushing all our dreams
Stalin and denying, devoured by the lion
Our dead empire is barely even
Long time ago in Bethlehem
so the Holy Bible said
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ
was born on Christmas Day.
Hark now hear the angels sing
a king was
every beat
Is more than enough proof that I am indeed king
Like Arthur when he pulled Excalibur from a stone
How could a rapper of this caliber not sit
[King Pleasure's 1952 hit]
[He:] There I go, there I go, there I go
There I go..
Pretty baby, you are the soul who snaps my control
Such a funny
voices in harmony sing
Long live the king
The lonely room became
A grand hall at the dream world's centre
His hurt became a crown
His chair became
[ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ]
To all the kings with diamond rings
And the slept on power to pull some strings
I know you're thinkin I'm the last survivor
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
Balance sneakers are legit
The past tense for bite, is called a bit
Everywhere that I go, all attention I get
I used to live by the North conduit
Darkness swallows the sun
A shrine to misery
Can't you see what we've become
Long live the king
Bend the knee
times - some will live, some will die
Chewed out in a tomb, found mummified
Shoot-outs in the summertime
Bubble crime, devil might drive-by
Genocide
long I will sing
Of Your grace and Your mercy
cll day long I will sing
Jesus Christ my risen King
I will sing to the Lord
cs long as I live
With all
Ladies
Ladies &
&
Gentlemen
Ronald James
James
James
James
James
James
I Guess I'm supposed to rap
James
Ronald James
This is fricken crazy
Yeah
author
Seeking for some therapy, bottle after bottle
The pen as my sword, i feel like king arthur
I'd die for this shit, i feel like i'm a martyr
I had
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