Lyrics:
people but it's not illegal but it's lethal yea
Hand that boi a mic tell him go say everything that's ga kill his people
Yea I see d'evil
Yea we not
knew the fella could play
Dig him
By the things he heard his right hand say
(Now, we're gonna romp)
(There was no doubtin' that the man could swing)
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
like your records
So, plеase stop tellin' me
To chill with these killin' sprees
I’m shinnin’ whether you like it or not
I'm rhymin’ better, so why are
I think it means, we're in trouble
Big trouble and
If he is as bananas as you say
I'm not taking any chances"
"You are just what the doc ordered"
I
strength on the inside where fear hides and has hidden in you
But no more, this day we choose to go above it all to a place we've never seen before
Higher
make it count
Gonna make it count
Gonna oh oh
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live the king
Long live
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
When he ask me why I was swerving, "I'm high, officer."
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
hot)
Pull up with a cheat and it's not (and it's not)
They like Khosi slow that roll
We don't make no sound
We don't make no sound
We don't make
you are the king
So kingly with our heads held high
Demand respect, noses in the sky
Ms. Queen B said the world was mine
We didn't make it here, we
has been tested and we've come out stronger for it. We will repair our alliances, and engage with the world once again. Not to meet yesterday's
cool I think he thinks that thing too
I'm not idolizing him
I'm just preaching about him, my approval of him, it ain't new
It makes me sad how many
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
up the shit bro
Its time to get the lab cracking again brodie
Time to get on our king shit brodie
They don't know what time it is
We gotta let them
these bitches move
Call me king Richard
I tried to make deals
You piss me off
I’ll show you the feel
Off with your head
Put it in public so
and rolling blunts almost every sesh
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
Okay so now we get into it
October I move us in
I was
truth relevant
Ignite these folks
Discipleship is our call but we make disciples
This is not a suggestion, create disciples
The teachin' is a process,
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
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
blows windmills, talking bout a country hill
King of it too
Like Hank with my feet up
On two, Re up on me
We up on you-yupp
Sexy female drinking Mad Dog
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
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
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