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black king
had to believe in myself and the fam that's the team
My dudes say you got one life well it's going be
You'd rather be broke and be on your ass

she'll be mine but only when its time
For now i write to this rhymes while she whine and we living this life
And uhhh
Momma said you'll get yours when it's

it was free
To begin with
Make magic ntwana yam, That's what the trick is
I hope you listening
I'm tryna turn you to niggas I can be kings with
But

I'll let you down
Man I'm playin' 'round
Just pass the crown
To this black king
Sip on it while relaxing
Piece by piece
Tryna build somethin'
Can't find

On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is

admit it but I see you’re walking blind
Or you’re deaf
Too damn stubborn to turn your neck to the side
So kick back, roll it and smoke it dry
While I
Walk

to panic, I just need to find a mechanic
I must've got hit by an asteroid, please tell me you can come handle it
I was on my way from Mars
Faster than

Jew, gentile, black man, white
We all want to help one another
Human beings are like that
We want to live by each other's happiness
Not by each other's

Frontline

Kottonmouth Kings

Double Dose, Vol. 1: Hidden Stash/Og Dopeumentary

2009

lay back and let my mind start to trip
By me D-Loc, call me stoner of the crew
If your fuckin' with my stash then I'm fuckin' with you
Saint Dog's got

feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it into misery
And you niggaz is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the ones

we're in your ear, turn the shit up (Turn up)
Tryna take my crown, but I ain't giving it up (Ay, ay)
Think it'll come easy, you got another thing coming

grill niggas, spit a barbecue
Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain't cute
Till every person in they group
Turn

wanted every cranny and nook,
Understand me nigga, my family is full of thugs and crooks,
Kings and queens protected by knights, bishops, and rooks

Second

Chorus
Yo we puttin in this work/ we put 'em in the dirt/ the pastor still preachin/ all up in the church Pallbearers put your fuckin body in

never settle till all my records get spins like Tasmanian Devil
I never played by the rules
Raised to be a king long live the rebel

Oh my God
He did it

lack
When they come to LP, I'm back
Putting on for LP, Stay strapped
When you walk in LP, Get whacked
'Cause your not from LP, We're 'laxed
Sippin'

to walk in this 
You know what glorified means huh
Glorified means you look good huh
Huh you look good
Turn to your neighbor and say I look good

Do they

everyday
I be on it, I be on it
Aim and shoot at my opponents
You can get it if you want it

Time and time again I got to turn back round and tell these hoes

across the land 
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand

Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm

of the siamese
Twins in we're back in the nineties
Back to a time that's divided
By Batman, Mad Max and Macgyver

But remind us, why would I wanna go
Back

of black

Castles and kings, demons with wings
Only the strong will survive
Don't turn your back on the light
The evil's in disguise

Crystal light falling

around like where your facts at
To afraid to say it to my face cause I will clapback
Vipers vow to fool you via filters like it's snapchat
Stay ahead

at us with that bullshit
It'll just end up in a catastrophe
Now we the kings
And y'all are peasants
Now bow down to your majesty
PHNTM, Flaco Polo, Marco

Yeah, look, ridin' with the sunroof you ain't gotta lie, it's your proof
Pretty brown skin, come through be smart when niggas thinkin' they'll help