| Sire of sires, hiding behind squires
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| Similar to the emperors transparent attire
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| My guillotine swings and kings become silent
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| Let the blue blood run red to make violet
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| Let the brand new blood shed define violent
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| Fighting over the chair that’s highest up in the air
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| The crown lives forever for never a lack of heir
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| How do lambs try to come to lay claim to a lion’s share?
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| Everybody claim to have a kings just cause
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| Most wanna be the king just cus
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| Its become about as mindless as Midas minus the touch
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| Or a search and seizure of Ceasar’s whole harem of sluts
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| Minus the nuts
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| Top of the mountain is much colder
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| Coming for the crown that’s rapped round ya molar
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| Striking to bring fin to a shit eating grin
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| Most made men turn maiden
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| Few are brave till the end
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| Yes!
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| They playin checkers not chess
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| Check the way that I move on the set
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| King shit
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| On the throne leaning, leg across the armrest
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| Gold chains draped on my neck
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| King shit
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| I seen guys with dreams they had wings to fly
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| Get crushed like flies
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| King shit
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| The king dies, and darkness will touch the skies
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| But the sun shall rise
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| King shit
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| You can bow or watch your bough break
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| If the King swing leave you looking like some round steak
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| You just jest
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| Punch you in your clown face
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| Fire turned flesh
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| Turn you into pound cake
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| Smokin something loud as the crowd
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| When this castle forged steel came round to ya brow
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| And ya crown fell
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| I’m flyer than the ravens
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| Carrying the news on your new found enslavement
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| Any last words for your tombstone engravement
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| As laymen lay with yo ladies for payment
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| Cool enough to pull a coup in a coupe
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| That weak talk make me sick, somebody brew me some soup
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| Any regrets I’ll let you brood in a noose
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| When I come home to roost get reduced (hol' up!)
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| And fuck ya flag you need trust for truce
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| Death to anyone who cuts you loose
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| I’m talking that king shit
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| Yes!
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| They playin checkers not chess
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| Check the way that I move on the set
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| King shit
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| On the throne leaning, leg across the armrest
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| Gold chains draped on my neck
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| King shit
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| I seen guys with dreams they had wings to fly
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| Get crushed like flies
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| King shit
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| The king dies, and darkness will touch the skies
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| But the sun shall rise
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| King shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kings , by - CunninLynguists. Song from the album Strange Journey Volume Three, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп