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letra de we all kings - natural elements

natural elements – “we all kings”
[emcee(s): anthony cruz (aka a-b-tta), swigga (aka l-swift), and agu (aka mr. voodoo)]
[producer(s): haydn davies]

[intro: anthony cruz (aka a-b-tta)]
we’re all kings

[verse 1: anthony cruz (aka a-b-tta)]
if you ask me, “what’s gangsta?”
my answer’s “loyalty,” and i don’t battle
no king, but i’ll bleed royalty. got my queen
rubbing my body down with flax oil seed.  i just act
normally, though i’m extraterrestrial.  ingest me an
edible, now everything is incredible. checking my
schedule, meditate and eat vegetables, write a couple
rhymes then practice holistic medicine, on a whole different
regiment, focused as i’ve ever been. they say it’s now or
never. time is irrelevant. my mind is
intelligent, getting by in my element, spit fire with my
elements, strive for human embetterment—you got to try
booming when my community’s h-lla lit ‘cause i invest in edu-
-cation and youth center developments. sip some truth
serum, it’ll help you be genuine. this 90-proof
bacardi got me feeling like ricky martin back in his
menudo days—pardon my puerto rican. this is just too
new york. got shooters like bernard king with me, they’re totally
w-lly-nilly, i’m vocally gifted, really. seriously
it’s silly (zoom!)

[hook: anthony cruz (aka a-b-tta) and agu (aka mr. voodoo)]
[anthony cruz (aka a-b-tta)]
we’re all kings
living our dreams
cheers!
like louis the 14th
[agu (aka mr. voodoo)]
we should receive more green than european n0bility
some spit that flow sillily. is it
real? my pine needle is c-cked
like glock nine steel—now tell me how you feel

[verse 2: swigga (aka l-swift)]
move around the globe in a robe like the king of my castle
don’t wanna be king of new york, but i bit in the apple
as soon as eve passed it to me—that b-tch was a hassle
feel like it’s rotten to the core ‘til you get up and travel
uh, jfk, i’m at terminal 4
that’s the international one, when we murk on a tour
then we come back to air traffic and circle some more
then we circle some more, then we circle some more
then we circle some more, then we circle some more
sheesh! then god d-mn it, we finally landed
i told the pilot, “i ain’t like it but i understand it”
if i just flew a plane from the other side of the planet
i wouldn’t want to hear a word from a mindless fanatic
uh, but we’re all kings, i don’t think of ‘em lesser
plus i should fly the plane if i could have did any better
ne never ending, this sh-t is forever
king, my mistress cinderella, and this is coretta
scott king. whatever, it’s not a thing. bada
bing! zoom!

[verse 3: agu (aka mr. voodoo)]
rappers
might be willing but they ain’t able ‘cause
i was named king straight from my cradle
i screamed and hollered, shook my rattle
slaughtered the herd, cooked the cattle, hear the vomitations
of their women and seed when i took ‘em to battle
“if he dies, he dies”—that’s the creed that i heed ‘til
i succeed with a million over land, air, and sea, and the
universe know who the king be. your opinion’s
no care to me. fire-wielder shoot, spew this
empire-builder, mansa musa, not lucius. face
the fact: i’m al capone, champagne-toasting with a
baseball bat, eat what’s on the plate—why waste all that?
cooked-at-home meals. brooklyn honed the sk!lls, bone
chills, eight bills on denim spun with chrome mills. pop
knew what he had—that’s why he named me “agu.” that means
“lion.” the king of the jungle chasing
behind on felines with thousand-dollar weave bundles

[outro: agu (aka mr. voodoo)]
straight like that. king

- natural elements

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