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King Shit (Say Word)
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eLZhi
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[Intro] All king everything Call me sire from the traces of royalty in my blood All king everything Call me sire from the traces of royalty in my blood All king everything Call me sire from the traces of royalty in my blood All king everything, yeah [Verse 1] I'll tap dance on your medulla oblongata wearin' Prada Pull your card and do you dirty, think of the Ramada Smoke a lot of trees in the breeze with the suntan None can shoot my dreams down, screw your gunman Your unplanned actions get you fractions in that one hand Who's hotter than Nevada trap houses with a spun fan? eLZhi, my poetry will paralyze Picture poison darts arrow-sized that isn't sterilized They know the name, but wouldn't speak it after dark three times in the mirror But they always have remarks like the Saint King shit Where my motherfuckin' crown at? I'll leave a standup nigga on the ground, flat And whoever sleepwalkin', keep talkin' You found somebody's poor baby in a cheap coffin Jay said kill anything movin' that don't play dead I'll take you out the picture, glitch your jpeg And I ain't really come to play around Come place a car to spray your town, I'll lay the mayor down But I prefer to spit a gamma-ray And drop a couple lines that's uplifting like a Grand Marnier At parties in the mansions on the hills where James Cameron stay [?] from Alabama, country grammar off of Grand Marnier Aye, now who the G.O.A.T. fearin' and roach-smearin', the anecdote serum Me, me, me, minus the throat clearin' [Chorus] King shit I'm married to my faith as long as the ring fit You catch penalties if you goin' at your mans The writer leaves with broken fingers and fractured hands Say word, I slaughter thugs and slay nerds Drunk off power and they stay slurred Say word, fuck what they heard I'm on the rise like the son of God on day third [Verse 2] Fit hollow heads to the stars with one foot in the grave And live to tell the tale Held the scale down with this raw, you thought you inhaled the pale White horse, screw you all day, then teach you night course I am Luke in Miami meets Luke usin' the light force Rockin' Cancun, flyin' over sand dunes 'Bout to land soon, we out April, May, and June Say word, your plots against me bombed, I'm sure the green beret heard Take your loss if your boss escaped back with Schwarzenegger, was in awesome shape I was on cassettes speakin' murder over caution tape I got a question; does anybody make music anymore? Like Biggie at 24 or Nas in '94, I hear lies behind war Y'all thought it was curtains, I just disguised the encore (Uh-huh) You should've kept a bar of who you thought of steppin' on That's the luck of the draw, a leprechaun with his weapon drawn I will have you on the next thing Smokin' like a cess rain from the L train to a X-wing Then rock the boat more smoother than a war cruiser And beat stiff competition 'till they sore losers I'm cut from the cloth of Nazareth You won't find at your local mall, small plaza, or a massive thrift store Nor a bully punchin' nerds makin' glasses shift Who get indicted with the same friends they cut classes with And keep heat, I'm the wolf and y'all are sheep meat If you sittin' at the top it's probably in a cheap seat (All day) [Chorus] King shit I'm married to my faith as long as the ring fit You catch penalties if you goin' at your mans The writer leaves with broken fingers and fractured hands Say word, I slaughter thugs and slay nerds Drunk off power and they stay slurred Say word, fuck what they heard I'm on the rise like the son of God on day third
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