Prisoner of the real king Just looking for a sure thing If love is king Who wears the crown? If music be the food of love If love is king Who wears
hip hop Before Biggie and 2pac got shot, there was Scott La Rock Before we even learned to make beats, we was in the basement Freestylin', to 45 King
way, what's up, dawg? Who's hardest? Probation over, yeah, I'ma catch some new charges Crime the fricassee recipe, mess with me 40th my pedigree, Big L
W.O.L. Adrock's in the house, whatchyu gonna do? I go A.W.O.L. When MCA's in the house, whatchyu gonna do? I go A.W.O.L. When Hurricane's in the house
producers, I figured out you losers I knew my longevity confuse ya Big paper game, come on run into these flames Recognize the power of the royal King James
the flows with no rehersan Pull the skate back which when the beat start reversin' Just so wak you make people start cursin' Flows contradict worser than the King James
shall not hurt for money food shelter or work Louie, Henny, Remy, or Urp chicken, dimes, hoes in skirts I'm in my truck smokin' purt tryna see how many flirt Ridin' round the A.T.L
if you feel like me put your middle fingers up V.I.C. the god i be seatin' on the game fuck kobe i'm the king like my name was lebron james (I said It
up and hold it Check, check, Stak, be careful that's loaded I exploded on the scene like napalm That white boys the bomb Every word was as holy as the Qurran Or the King James
I gotta have religion if I believe in God? Why is Bush acting like he trying to get Osama? Why don't we impeach him and elect Obama? Why ain't Rick James
Louie Vuitton bandana on my face, Jesse James of da Rap game I'm takin Hovas place, if life was a crap game and I was delt da Ace Never wanted to be King
to Detroit l want to lie in the shade I want to visit the President And then I want to get laid I want to go down to Memphis I want to talk to the King
musical chairs and ring around the Rosie The party you pace see, Kool Herc with J.C. The Herculoids battle, The Disco Twins Funky rhymes with break beats, the DJ spins For the L
Ce que l'on recherche ne compte pas C'est le chemin qui prime Que des kings, c'est pas tes potes, Grand Corps et Kery Qui l'eu cru, y'a que le slip qui
that we are Aliens! [Verse One] A - A whole notha kind of folks, kinda slow But we gotta go cause the world's so Ill L - Livin' the life and livin' it
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