| It’s the flies
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| They are so annoying
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| (Shut up you fool, she’s here)
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| Ladies and gents
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| Crystal carrying pixie peasants and warriors
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| Elders, ancestors, sons and daughters
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| Lion hearted kings and everything in between
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| Take a seat, be witness
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| You consider 'em king, about to icing on cakes
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| Chariots cruise at tortoise speeds
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| Lay your bifocals on royalty
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| Longer than Sears catalogue
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| Stern like matadors and LPs
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| Mirror the crimson tide
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| The color of the Rubics
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| Them duplex fuse got your nose up
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| But coozy up to this warmth though
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| That long term froze is up
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| The jone is up
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| I get swallowed by the barracuda
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| Androids read raps off iPhones
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| I choke the blood out of felt tips
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| Heavy weights up to the front if the belt fits
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| The wealth is like ivory toothpicks
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| One out of each tusk
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| And must gets bust for each and every hiccup
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| Salute life when dawn breaks
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| Foreign colors foreign mink lapel’s on these royalty capes
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| I repeat, salute life when dawn breaks
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| Foreign colors foreign mink lapel’s on these royalty capes
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| Royalty
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| Behold this divine alignment scrolled secretly in cloud formations.
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| Waterfall rythmes from crowns containing galaxies. |
| Gems from past dimensions.
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| A bond so strong it has unbreakable status. |
| Spits hieroglyphic scripture like
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| a god from Atlantis
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| Us three be the omega like fish oil
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| This royal right be own no rentals
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| Owners of the cape express
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| He went from the mind you ate off the plate of fundamentals
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| Knocked on every door of the country’s red rugs
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| We’ll lay on floors
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| We walk and etched in like testament
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| And find the atomic number 79
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| On Vernon’s periodic table we dine upon
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| Sittin' on thrones gettin' blown to bits
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| By our royal dime, fillet of fine dinin'
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| News from the east sire
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| Them east coast kings are still findin' ways to stay on
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| On for play on like a damn disease
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| Spread the word of Ramseys and fry up a pan of these
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| Salute down when day breaks
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| And give me my checks with the same first name as the cape
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| I repeat salute down when day breaks
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| And give me my checks with the same first name as the capes
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| We are royalty
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| We are an army of stars unleashed
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| The sky takes notes when we speak
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| Our capes move with the wind
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| Because of the wings beneath
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| This is royalty
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| The sky takes notes when we speak
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| Our capes move with the wind
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| Because of the wings beneath
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| This is royalty |