BOYS AND PRESIDENT refrain x4
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We are kings
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ZONES
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I don't know what you were told
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But nothing is even close to us if it's not fucked up
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Don’t put yourself in the same sentences with us either
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We're on top of this shit, others are cleaning our stairs
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I don't have to listen to comments, you're fools
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And I don't pay attention to what fools think
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You don't need to be told, you need to be commanded
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I will not fight the poor man when I have nothing to win
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Sit down, I'm still a patron of mild temper
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A lover of artists and all great people
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Renaissance tyrant, helmet polished
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This shit plays while rocky trains
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Fuck God! |
my brilliance is unrepeatable!
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If I don't mention you, then you don't exist
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Just bow to this column of clones
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We arrive like gods accompanied by an orchestra of thunder
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BOYS AND PRESIDENT refrain x4
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We are kings
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IVO
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She pulled the sorceress out of the fog of the crystal ball
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3 characters that will restore the empire's ruined reputation
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Resurrect dead children, build demolished houses
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Stop the plague and famine, bring rain in the middle of a drought
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During the recession scene, 3 messiahs from the shadows
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They come out, 3 kings go down the platinum stairs
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I rap until the bridges between heaven and hell break
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And it is not that we are ahead of time, for us time does not exist
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We're kings and you wouldn't know what the fuck
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Not even to see with those peasant eyes what kind of women we fuck
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Wear scarves while wearing laurels around your head
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If the rap scene is an amusement park we are a house of horror
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And just suspect the crown of what is falling on my forehead
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I'm catapulting your burning jack to the village
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Bigger than the Beatles and Jesus in the chuck farewell letter
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Norrisa writes: after the boy there will be nothing more
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BOYS AND PRESIDENT refrain x4
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We are kings
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VOJKO V
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Flowers fall from the clouds, the audience screams
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The biggest plane ever just lands, the haters kneel
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Women in trance raise banners, soldier marries me
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Bengals are smoking, 500 million fans are chanting my name
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Vojko arrives, fanfare crashes, the plane opens
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A metal mouth from which thick vapor emanates through which lasers glow
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And a legion of half-naked bitches descends through the fog
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Blindfolded, they pull my convertible carriage
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Stiga is the king, he brings the boy's album from the heights of heaven
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Whoever didn't sign us is now chewing a handful of apaurin
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The director of Dallas jumps from a skyscraper, rappers shit in their pants
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Zlatko gall cries a review: "this is the strongest thing"
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Flow millennia, phenomenally ingenious, colossal
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The ultimate multiplatinum cult sultans of the multi
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Boys, bigger than Francis, Titus and Mice together
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We throw knowledge at the beat, every other rap group sucks
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MADAFAKA
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BOYS AND PRESIDENT refrain x4
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We are kings |