| Now let the motherfucker drop
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| So they can feel the bass
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| So brace of a half bent
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| Surrounded by has-beens
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| There’s killers and madmen
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| They plottin' and watchin'
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| They prey on the weak
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| And beseech when you speaking problems
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| These people they back-stab
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| I swear that it’s all fake
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| My faith has been sealed, I sincerely pray there’s no second coming of Christ
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| My vices have all consumed me
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| Mind, body and soul
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| The control that I used to have is no longer now in effect
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| I just resurrected my demons and brought them back from the grave
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| I could try dodge and evade but this massive mess that I made is a maze that I
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| must reside in
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| Salutations from Zaire
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| You resilient as I am
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| That’s a farce that you forcin'
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| Far along in your denial
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| Overrated and senile
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| Got my heart on my sleeve and I’m wearing it like a decal
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| Reasons are rarely feasible
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| Feed the minds of the famished
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| The feeble fain to complain
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| But I promise you that I plan this
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| Now granted, I gratify with this gift of gab that I’m blessed with
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| Yes I’m very obsessive
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| Never passive-aggressive
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| Protective of what I’ve built and I kill myself to obtain it
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| But can’t explain or articulate images in my mind
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| These lucid dreams that I have like an out-of-body experience
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| End of the conversation like exclamations and periods
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| Mirror me if you want to
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| Flattery resonates through
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| Praises sent to the most high
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| Call Jehovah for replies
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| Movin' that’s when I decide
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| See the style that I design
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| Never delay or rely
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| My entire life feel high
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| Watch me feast on these felines
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| Pussy rappers in disguise
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| I’ve been losin' my mind bein' pulled in many directions
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| Feelin' fatigued, I feel like a fallen soul, won’t you save me?
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| I conversate with myself, I’m confused, I’m livin' aloof
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| And the truth, I can never find it
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| Tell me how you define it
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| Deep inside of these passages
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| Pastor pass me the holy water
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| These words are sentimental
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| I truly hope they help ya
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| So hold them close to your soul and promise they’ll never slip
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| Yea yea, lawd, look
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| I grip the pen like fuck it
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| Busters and pastors duckin'
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| Runnin' yo pockets for ducketts
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| I need a bakers dozen
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| Due diligence, I’m destined
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| Solidify my presence
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| My energy is effervescent, bless it let it breathe
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| Believe that we can achieve and the sound will supersede
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| Surpassin' all of these dumb fucks
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| You’re livin' with no luck
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| Hopeless, can’t trust, It’s a must that I do this
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| And prove that I can battle in these arenas
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| Arian mind state with the paragraphs, preach impurities
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| Surely with this uncertainty I am searchin' inside
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| For somethin' more than a drive a materialistic vibe
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| In my eyes you can see the anger, frustrated and anxious
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| Lord why you forsake us? |
| multiple personalities
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| Just me, myself and I but accompanied by futality
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| I, took the time to try and truly reflect
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| Suffocated by the pain while strangulated from stress
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| Feel like it’s hands around my neck, I say a prayer from next
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| I wrote this new religious text, that shit was tempting at best
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| I blast at these bastards with passion preparin' for the apocalypse
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| Master minds 'til they manage to manufacture their majesty
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| Masterfully melodic and modest minus the minor
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| I been mindin' my business
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| My Midas Touch has been itchin'
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| The feel is like a Klonopin
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| Honest with my accomplishments
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| All I want is acknowledgement
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| I don’t fuck with you novices
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| The legacy I leave is in the league of King Solomon |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song King Solomon , by - Klaus Layer. Song from the album Abstractions, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп