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letra de king - lethal

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[intro]

king of kings? i might be able to relate to that…
uh huh, king sh-t…

[verse 1]

hold on, let the kid speak
eve p-ssed the apple, i sunk in my t–th
made some mistakes but repent at my knees
sinner at heart but i ask jesus, “please!”

ha, for that jesus piece
ambition, please don’t mistake it with greed
avoiding the pen, ain’t no trapping from me
but i used the pen, this sh-t doper than ki’s

whoa, so i give dope to the fiends
no, i supply hopes and dreams
lyrical crack, cannot rehab these needs
fiendin’ for real, that’s why they bump me

fiend on’, phenomenal phenom
chasing that success but they said he won’t
my verses are the vessel, we the sh-t, that’s known
now everybody tryna board the ship we on

[hook]

well ain’t that something? (uh huh)
well ain’t that something? (that’s right)
well ain’t that something?
n-ggas think they got it but you know they all frontin’

well ain’t that something? (it is)
well ain’t that something? (yessah)
well ain’t that something?
putting rappers underground, dawg i ain’t even gunning

[verse 2]

big up to badman who focus pon dreams
money bring all and mi want everyting
murder with hooks, the boy look like kareem
watch as mi gwan from a yute to the king

bling bling, rollies and rings
that is not cody, this n-gga’s so strange
he came in the game, this sh-t ain’t been the same
and he smashed every beat that we put in his way

oh, and he from where they got locks?
c-ck glocks and we pop shots non-stop
top notch we could hotbox a drop top
with a bad b-tch and she ’bout to make the top drop

spit what they serve…
these n-gga’s move the rocks quick like they ’bout to violate the d-mn shot clock
get what i deserve…
they told me don’t dance with the devil but i’m suited for this foxtrot

[hook 2]

well ain’t that something? (my n-gga)
well ain’t that something? (yup yup)
well ain’t that something?
from the same place as usain but i ain’t running

well ain’t that something? (wussup)
well ain’t that something? (god d-mn)
well ain’t that something?
plotted in silence, now you all know we coming

gotta know, gotta know
gotta flow, gotta flow
gotta go, gotta go
gotta blow, gotta blow

i don’t give a d-mn
the boy got a plan
won’t stop, i can’t
not ’til they say i’m the motherf-ckin’ man

[bridge]

people gon’ hate regardless of what you do homie
like: “he ain’t go hard enough on this verse”
“he ain’t flow right”, “f-ck that n-gga l, he ain’t sh-t”
you know what, let me get it back

[verse 3]

king of kings, that’s royalty g
throne on throne, we take our seat
bone on bone, every rapper i see
shone on shone, like they f-cking siamese

’bout 2 or 3, in the zone on d like a “2-3″
but these b-tches ’bout 3’2” beneath me
dawg i ain’t got no feelings… so, how the f-ck could you feel me?

but the real can feel this, life so worth living when you are the trillest
and you knew he would k!ll this, know that we grinding, ain’t no time for chilling
whoa, i’m houdini, did i mention? spit magic, tricks poppin’ up every sentence
and the time is of the essence, my presence is presently a present to you peasants

king… man i gotta be something

- lethal

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