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letra de books of war - el king

[verse 1: eric flair]
and its scary i wanna ask mary
dont believe in religion so i p-ss the hail mary
i wonder how she had a kid and still had a cherry
maybe its a scheme to keep this world disciplinary
i just keep an open mind
cause all we have is f-ckin time until we out of f-cking time
and the way this world works we dont have no type of prime
and its a shame cause most dont own a paradigm
but when its christmas time
wanna wait in line for a waste of time
for sh-t they just dont need
so imma sit back relax and imma blaze my weed
and lemme ask you why u so much greed
you want more in ur arms and it just exceeds
u dont got mad arms like a centipede
thats why dont succeed
thats why dont succeed
thats why dont suceed

[verse 2: eric flair]
visionary but the vision is scary
like im lactose and tolerant trying to eat dairy
but im trynna be the king no h’s or jerry
before im put down 6 feet in a cemetary
but i won’t rest til the missions complete
these n-gg-s all say they always on they feet
but in reality they all take da seat (deceit)
ya being lied to so hard like concrete
i have to say its really a shame
but im reality whos really to blame
no church in the wild so its all fair game
thats what this life really is merely a gamee
til u realize there’s more in the astral planes
but thats whole other day and a whole other lesson
learn that the goverment ain’t no blessing
they trynna take away our source of protection
sad to say but it jus ain’t mno conncection
the last of a dying breed
thats why don’t succeed

[verse 3: elking.]
i throw bread at the m-sses keeping em fed
if i keep em off the edge, that’s more breathing for my head
but you give em what they need, you’ll be in debt
they’ll believe that its a privilege and receive until your dead
so i throw bread at birds keep em preoccupied
thats less h-ssle for me, cause i gotta grind
24 hours a days, not a whole lotta time
they’ll either recruit you or shoot you for them dollar signs/
so i fly into my zone, barely tweeting
you can follow mine, trailblazer raising his bottom line (cash)
bottom line i’ma get it how i kick it
that’s flames bro, and i won’t stop til i’m in range rov’s
until i’m the change that i came for!
until the stressing ain’t my only angle!
i put on for my common folks, and ancestors with banjos
ode to nights on the beach: booze, women and mangos
cuz success is living in glory right?
for those who allowed me to be, i’ma enjoy this life!
one thing about knowing life, is there ain’t more to life
complexities leave you mortified
we’re just humans with no disguise/
so enter into this poets eyes
see a soul that died and transformed to a stoic wise
poltergeist. this ghost is a golden prototype
these is fresh jewels (juice), made it sweet, know they hate school

- el king

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