Lyrics:
a king thing, and I'ma make sure niggas remember my name
For real
It ain't about talkin'the talk
Just walkin' the walk (uhhuh)
How many cats you don't
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
to take a hit
I've become interpretive
Tell me what you make of it
Tell me what you make of that
When I take it, never taken back
They taken back, by my
it rain, rain on us
Let your glory fill the earth lord
We make way, way for our king
Yeah Let it rain, rain on us oh
Let your glory fill the earth lord
about the king's new wife
All our problems are dismissed
And it's during times like this
That we play croquet in the garden
Why, Lady Mearle, that is
Revival we want to see Your kingdom here
We're not content until we see it
We're not content until we see it
King Jesus
King Jesus we enthrone You
You're
the King
Im the king
Kings don't die
No we multiply
Even when I'm dreaming
Boy I keep an open eye
You know you can fly
Do it don't try
Sometimes I feel like
and laugh and know one another to quite an extent
It's funny, it don't make no sense
I'm tripping; we ain't even met
I'm falling for you, you don't feel it
Alright my king
Lord and friend that's whom you're to me
Shout it loud to kING of kings
And LORD of Lords
Shoo ebaa ul
Ona na na na na na nah
O
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
make their graves
Placed there by messengers
Angels and sirens
Very important people
VIP rooms smell of piss and potential
The ecstasy of chance flickers
1 cross, is the sign that I am forgiven
All hail the risen King, King
He’s not in the grave
All hail the risen King, King
He’s not in the grave
All
this rapping shit
All of that chatting get you packed ina casket pussy relax with it
Mr make a package flip
And i run with some savages
They know how im
Twas not in my time, twas not in yours,
but it was in somebody’s time,
there was a beautiful kingdom,
ruled by a King named Marcus.
One day, King
now it's Blastmaster KRS-One
When we come in the dance, my lyrics not done
Pray to my father cause yes me are the son
Cause you are the guide
We all dream one day we kings and queens
We all dream one day we kings and queens
My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream
My nigga made
ignite these folks.
Discipleship is our call but we make disciples,
This is not a suggestion, create disciples.
The teachin' is a process, it's not over
America the beautiful, gangsta's paradise
For a black man to be rich, you say we sacrifice our own family members
Like we're not savvy enough
they would not define me
You are the future
And then, will most loving US-AH! poses
It doesn't matter if you lcve him
Or capital "H-IM" just put your
black emperor, king, ruler, now let me finish
The history books overlook the word and hide it
America tried to make it to a house divided
The homies
well
I believe that God knows what each of us
Wants and needs it's not necessary for us
To make it to church on Sunday to
Reach Him you can find Him
my duck!
Louis: See there's a war
and well, we're in it!
King George: Love my duck!
Louis: Though I don't mean
to make a fuss......
King George:
the King
Praise Him
Praise Him
Voices raisin'
Praise Him
Praise Him
Voices raisin'
When we praise, we raise the mighty name of the King
We're born again,
I ain't your ordinary nigga, to think that is absurd
Excuse my French, but I'm a fuckin' king like Louie III
I'm not the jackal but behold as I
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