Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song King Alfred Plan, artist - IDK. Date of issue: 09.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
King Alfred Plan |
| Should there at any time become a clear and present danger initiated by any |
| radical element threatening the operation of the government of the United |
| States of America, members of this radical element shall be transported to |
| detention centers until such time as their threat has been eliminated—code King |
| Alfred. |
| Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Bring Obama back, tell 'em bring Obama back (Back, back) |
| Got the Uzi and a cannon, where the drama at? |
| (Rat, rat) |
| Oh, they askin' for a favor, where the commas at? |
| Uno, dos, tres, ayy, cuatro, cinco, seis, ayy |
| We shall overcome (Ayy) |
| And if we don’t, bitch, you better run (Ayy) |
| They comin' with the sticks and the drums (Ayy) |
| The money make the band sound great, buh-buh-buh-buh |
| What’s your rate? |
| (What's your rate?) |
| I’d rather do the flight than wear a cape (Phew) |
| R.I.P. |
| to SEP the Great (R.I.P.) |
| SMG, we got it out the crate (SMG here) |
| Ring a bell and make a nigga late |
| Like, what it do Bob? |
| This a warzone, send 'em to the gulag |
| They was talkin' shit, now they talk to 2Pac |
| Now they J.F.K. |
| with the roof off |
| Like, we shall overcome (Ayy) |
| And if we don’t, bitch, you better run (Ayy) |
| They comin' with the sticks and the drums (Ayy) |
| The money make the band sound great, buh-buh-buh-buh |
| Ayy, she know I’m daddy so she goin' to Baghdad |
| Like a militant, I make the law, bitch, calm down, I’ma riddlin' |
| Talk behind my back but you actin' like you innocent |
| We no longer cool, why you actin' like we friends again? |
| When bass up, make the check hit |
| I buy commercial real estate, not a necklace |
| Someone throw a brick at my stepfather Lexus |
| 11 106, that’s the address, bitch |
| Ayy, boo in Maryland, just to be exact |
| He stole my momma house, ain’t no G in that |
| Countin' up my own money, now I’m free at last |
| Uno, dos, tres, ayy, cuatro, cinco, seis, ayy |
| We shall overcome (Ayy) |
| And if we don’t, bitch, you better run (Ayy) |
| They comin' with the sticks and the drums (Ayy) |
| The money make the band sound—shh |
| Bring Obama back, tell 'em bring Obama back (Back) |
| Got the Uzi and a cannon, where the drama at? |
| (Rat, rat) |
| Oh, they askin' for a favor, where the commas at? |
| Uno, dos, tres, ayy, cuatro, cinco, seis, ayy |
| Um, it’s 1972, an election year and, once again, black people are running for |
| their lives. |