Lyrics The Beast - Kong, Spiega, King Cesar

The Beast

Dear Lord
Please, I need me some shelter.
My feet are numb.
I feel like
I’ve been walking from here to Brooklyn, looking for gum like
Some dummy.
See, cats and dogs alike just run from me.
Eyes red
And my soul real hungry, feeling dizzy, nerves twitchy
I’m sick from all this jealousy and envy.
The haters
Don’t even scratch my car no more, they’re out to get me.
I ain’t
Crazy.
Even if I’m out chilling, just me and my baby, I’ll see the
Same car too long in my mirror, they’re seeing 80. I’m beat
Can You help me?
My man just died young, he’s turnt out
I need to talk to Your son, El Shaddai.
He smiled
We cried.
I lied.
He knew.
I tried.
Went to
Hug him, and he spread his arms wide, then he died
«But whatever it was, the predator was pure evil.
But was it a monster or a
murderer?»
Fuck that!
Your crew’s felt, reaching for the tool belt
The tool belt, you heard the bird.
Cruise the belt on the Suffolk State
Corrupted plates, muscle hustle weight, tussles
I ate—fuck that!
You got to eat, props to keep
Lost the cheese, knocking knees, crops to feed, cops are thieves
(Yo, Kong, stop to breathe) I’m in the
Fifth with a fifth and a spliff and chick I got to hit
The spliff lit.
Grab the mitt, play the field, Kong
The burglar, the murderer from the park to the
Graveyard.
Kong is moving furniture, some shit, I
Anchor your chamber, bless you, then I blang-blang
Bang you for your bling-bling, thank you
Sank you.
Niggas fold niggas acting special, test
Who?
Kong the wrong one to the streets
«Back in the village, the terrified sheepherders offered a strange account of
the attack.
Whispers of revolution were in the air»
Gunshots
Common as crickets, but, if and only if it gets twisted
Is it accepted.
Whatever gets you arrested, I’m with it
Forget it.
My soul’s been molested enough.
Stepping it up
This next life wings never the truck or the coupe
Stuck in a loop like ice, feeding their seeds, get caught
Misleading the sheep chopped at their knees, watching ‘em bleed, cocking
Your squeeze.
By any means, though it seems a bit different
Seeing your son twitch while you’re watching him dream.
Hear my cries
When he older, will he?
Will I get to see it?
When he
Tell me the truth, will I believe it?
Give him eyes to see
Through the lies and the tricks of all evil, and, if
Not me, Lord Jesus, please let him believe you
«Reports are pouring in of a ruthless beast on an unstoppable killing spree.
It sucks every drop of blood out of its victims.
It leaves a trail of terror
wherever it roams.
No one knows what it is, but its name alone strikes fear
into the hearts of many»