Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kings & Queens, artist - Kemba. Album song Negus, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.07.2016
Record label: Kemba
Song language: English
Kings & Queens |
| Lit incense and lit incentives |
| I’ve never paid attention this intensive |
| For all intents and purposes |
| I’ve been a perching, penny-pinching |
| With a pen and pencil penchant being pensive |
| Trying to figure out the ways of the world |
| How to maneuver |
| Through the rats and the sewers |
| Bullcrap and manure |
| Napoleon Hill complex more the mighty medulla |
| Manifesting many thoughts getting set in stone like Medusa |
| God damn |
| I’ve been making something structured out of nothing |
| Making souls out of substance |
| Making songs out of suffering |
| Suffering succotash, I done set a task of abundance |
| Making bundles of these ballads |
| You bumping for mass consumption |
| Basking in thrills, masking my evils and ills |
| Practicing people skills just to pass to my negus |
| That’s how a leader do |
| So before you go home and believe the TV |
| About how you should see your people |
| Just know who’s speaking the truth |
| God damn |
| They’re all throwing dirt on my name lately |
| They all threw some salt on my game |
| They all tried to get us to change lately |
| They all said we couldn’t be kings |
| I’m a king now |
| You’s a queen |
| He’s a king now |
| She’s a queen |
| My negus getting patted by policemen |
| Turn around and organize a rally at the precinct |
| Like Mr. Mayor, why your workers treating us indecent? |
| With all my tax dollars blown, it’s going off the deep end |
| Cats working 9 to 5 and then from 9 to 5 they creepin' |
| Trying to survive the trying times |
| With honest work and Mama grieving |
| All this cancer-causing meat |
| And negus can’t afford the treatment |
| Baby daughter’s womb is barren from a bad aborted fetus |
| My negus, my negus |
| Sing loyalty allegiance |
| Bunch of prodigies that’s mobbing deep |
| This havok we been wreaking |
| If there’s cops up in our block, use a watch word to reach us |
| If you get locked up on Friday, you can say goodbye to weekend |
| My negus, my negus |
| Don’t ever let them play you out filthy |
| The same way them so-called journalists call us thugs |
| In the national newspaper without being found guilty |
| If ya’ll bringing me down, ya’ll are going down with me |
| Amen |
| They’re all throwing dirt on my name lately |
| They all threw some salt on my game |
| They all tried to get us to change lately |
| They all said we couldn’t be kings |
| I’m a king now |
| You’s a queen |
| He’s a king now |
| She’s a queen |
| I believe we can fly |
| But we’re too busy running |
| I believe we can hide |
| Cause the future keeps coming |
| I believe we can fly |
| I believe we can soar |
| Though I call us all kings |
| I believe we’re much more |
| I believe we can fly |
| They’re all throwing dirt on my name lately |
| They all threw some salt on my game |
| They all tried to get us to change lately |
| They all said we couldn’t be kings |
| I’m a king now |
| You’s a queen |
| He’s a king now |
| She’s a queen |
| I could walk outside now and get sh-(gunshot) |