Lyrics:
daddy on teenage love
He got ??? to my tape by see nigga Dub
Got his dome in a hug, muffed his broad back with one hand
Tried to pop, it must've been
a taste
Leaving bodies on the shoreline,
Make no mistake
Cause the King never breaks
Like a stream in a lake
Ima flow til I freeze what I say
Take em way
Because we've seen The Blueprint
With Jay we've seen that you could come in
The game and do 10, 12
15 – still win and still be the
King of hip hop we have
wit us
My nigga J-Prince you know he down wit us
Big Teeth and B-Dub down to bust
And these niggaz in this motherfucker down wit us
Takin'
Preaching Man, Woman, and Child
The living Prophet
And I'm similar, Nasir Bin Olu Dara
Visqu Allah
Fist full of dollars in the dice game God
The Ice King
aint got not names
I despise you
You despise me
You thought you had me knee deep
Hanging by my feet
This what it sounds like when Goldie and Rod meet
Gil
Morte Christe
Preamuniri
Morte Christe
Preamuniri
I’m the uncrowned king
I’m the underground king
On the underground scene
They don’t understand me
heavy with the crown weight High in the meta, that ain't no digital sound wave
Dub on the green light, tone hit the fever pitch Locked through the quest
the chapped lip brass dipped Knuckle dusting grind
Snuck another couplet by the by
Just cause I sound good In Hi-fi
Ay, listen
The flow on Joe Hisaishi
If we
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
truck
Blow it up like the Spanish cat in Dead Presidents
Get the money, hand out gifts in your residence
From Snoop Dogg, "Bitch Please"
King of New
you let a brother cook
Time works in one direction, I bet Liam knows my pain
All these raps and these hooks got me trapped in a book by Lewis Carroll
I
in a bag and a breath away from dyin'
Nigga I'm - the epitomy of raw rhymes
The epitomy of rap rock
I make a block party bop to the sounds of a hot
Yea
You want me down
I found a new sound and its loud
Im on a new ground and im proud
Im flexing who album when its out?
You flexing who money?
We hope you've been taking care of yourself
And finding the true meaning
Of this life
In which you were given
Find your purpose, this was his
King
pen you down down
OK, dubs all around man
Damn right, call that surround sound
I've been around town
Times when man weren't around town
Getting
Simba
I'm caught in a enigma
Got that dub like I'm Ninja
I'm the best rapper out of Ripon
Don't think it's me, bitch you trippin
They all say I use
to be the king, go ask Jadakiss why
I'm in the lobby right now, 16:55
I got a bitch like Cardi B, bet that ass sittin' nice
Don't gotta go to South
No writers block words come To me abundantly
New albums drop with that Same old redundancy
I can flop as myself fake ain't Fun 2 me
Back in the day
Musical disc sound play
Man say, name fi matter who you are
Play by di hit bound sound
You fi gather 'round (Murder)
This cold-cold world ain’t gonna
Oliver twisted scholars and fiends
Olives in a bowl of olive oil pressed by machines
I wrote this all on a wooden stool as fucking king
Between 37th street
lived a crazy life and it might sound wicked
But my life ain't scripted an I might as well gift it hey
I'm a goat I'm the King I'm the good I'm the great
controllin' minds like Waco
Texas, Mr. Flossy in the Lexus
Super supreme, I plot schemes like Stephen King and
One by one, we'll start to subtract
And see
with the 30 for the round
Silent killer, I don't make a sound
Niggas cannot turn me down
I am the man in the town, yeah
Hate me or love me
These
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