| I wake up and I don’t know where I am
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| I wake up and I don’t know where I am
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| I wake up and I
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| Yo, to all my hungry disciples
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| Listen, let’s talk, sit still, sit still
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| Sit still, blackout, listen, the hungriest
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| Kings, kings, kings, sit still
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| Listen, lemme school you for a minute
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| Blackout, blackout
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| An angel from the lost, spike headband, marked dead man
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| Innermost thoughts locked, dangling from a cross
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| The hotter the heart, the harder — whether
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| Crucified with my chest up, felt forsaken by the Father
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| Wounded rebel in Jerusalem
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| Gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the Devil
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| Black man, five foot nine, see the dawn when he stares out
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| With wool hair and feet of bronze
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| Birdstick, a black staff with brown handle
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| Backtrack; |
| my first kicks, brown sandals
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| In the breeze of the surgeon, surrounded by merchants
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| Immaculate birth, conceived by a virgin
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| Do a lot in the lyric, due to the true and not living
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| Pure as the white driven human inside of a spirit
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| Or the Cathedral, that’s only a quarter illegal
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| Slaughter the people, all for the forces of evil
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| Exterior armor, transparent, non-vivid
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| The last grand wizard slash serial bomber
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| Here it is; |
| I’m Heaven sent, livin in Hell
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| All-seeing eye, in hand of the pyramids and keep watchin
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| Out for the death while the beats knockin
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| Plot by the Devil in a blue dress and cheap stockings
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| Spiritual last, equipped with physical mass
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| Able to think quick and bring miracles to pass
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| The lost wonder of dark days to breathe light in
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| Christ titan, cough thunder and sneeze lightning
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| Control the thoughts, po' corps, feed the gators
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| Sole mediator of code in the Holy War, in front of the mosque
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| And a storm comin in March
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| Locked in the physical form of the son of the God
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| I wake up and I don’t know where I am
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| I wake up and I don’t know where I am
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| I wake up and I
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| The true and living son of the son, thorough
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| Tongue sword of war, speak and slash son of a gun
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| When the rumors started I departed — I don’t know
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| Some old shit about me being placed in a tomb in the Garden
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| Listen here you lost, I was tortured and died for the cause
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| And got caught, disappeared from the cross
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| First into a lesson and learned of my return to the Earth
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| In the form of a perfect human specimen
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| The written jeweler, driven from the face of a leader
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| Slave of the people, in the form of a hidden ruler
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| Satan’s descendents, put a break in what they intended
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| The hatred is ended — sway the other way of the sentence
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| Bells’ll go and tell, defendants’ll go to jail
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| Hot coal on ya trail, sinners’ll go to Hell
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| I got a soul for sale, well;
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| Let’s start the bidding at a tragic death
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| Who knows what’s finna happen next
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| Cousin of death, with predictions that I can promise
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| Gave it to Nostradamus and now he touchin the rest
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| The heart caller, balancing birds on my finger
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| Nerves of a cheetah, birthed with the urge to walk water
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| Foul searchin, bi-weekly, all-purpose
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| Talk verses in dashikis and fly turbans
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| Enter the scheme of things, all love
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| All thugs get judged by me, the king of the kings
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| I wake up and I don’t know where I am
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| I wake up and I don’t know where I am
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| I wake up and I |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song King of Kings , by - Royce 5'9. Song from the album Build & Destroy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп