the pain when a rapper falls blood in my hair from the wings of a hawk no angels guide me i seem to be lost its mighty extreme to being a king looking
sole step child Talk of C.C. or keep sleepin' While wakin' up to noise of 3rd B A S S, bass Success is butter for Serch's space Spoken slang gets played
we're from Q-Borough L-Booie and Clef the trainers, Prazwell promote the throw We used to bite bullets with the pig skin casing Now, we perfect slang
like when they too much Act like they stuck up Leave Atrice nut up I'll bat that bitch up [Stone] The king of the Nolia I crowd both the wrists Lock down slanging
through our house [Lil' Flip] down south lil flip the only freestyle king down south we all known for big balling [Redd] down south we spit slang notice
culture Who the sign of DNA structure Genetic functions will me made in the labortory in God's construction? Now bust the combustion Big Bang Gangbangers that spit slang Be the truth, not that King
re from q-borough L-booie and clef the trainers, prazwell promote the throw [lauryn hill] We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing Now we perfect slang
can do Johnny Richter's on the hustle and we grabbing loot I used to slang and serve sacks on a day to day basis Now I serve and slang raps fill my beats
grab it and I pull it man [Chorus X2:] As I look up at the sky my eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye my body temperature falls I'm shakin can they
Fuck y'all analog niggas, we be digital Wu-Tang, Killarmy, we indispensable We never fall, we stand tall Like skyscrapers and Justice For All We move
wintertime and i still see the cobble stones Clacking over your streets at dawn I was really poor since I left Edinburgh I'm OK just by myself Cause our miserable king
impact of a twista Now clear the zone, rhyme down the phone lines and toss motor homes My poems were found next to dinosaur bones Perform by the elders before the kings
the impact of a twista Now clear the zone, rhyme down the phone lines and toss motor homes My poems were found next to dinosaur bones Perform by the elders before the kings
'all Well, I'm a Libra y'all You wanna battle swing I bring commandin' men like I was king In all your dreams I write the horror flick of Stephen King
they could not hang I'm a ruffneck romantic Talkin' that slang I'm jesus christ superstar Driving around in an old yellow car I'm jumping on the balcony Landing on a bigger man I can fly I fly to japan Hail stones falling
than it's good smoke Now it's off to the hood ? ? til we open up shop partner but it's all good And just in case you wanna find me King george with the
***chorus*** (x2) Fuck y'all analog niggas we be digital Wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible We never fall We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice
my dues to make my grip But I chill cos my ho might call Ain't no thang cos I sleeps all day and slang when night fall And I takes a quick walk up the
