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letra de origin of kings - royalblck

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everything k

so ill from the morgue to the himalayas

u ain’t gotta pay

give u a free trip to da gods

if u tryna stay

lets go on a date

i got the dinner

if u get ahead.(a head)

put that on da plate

all for the chicken

we letting it shake

if u finna bake

can’t stop it

up in yugaslovic

how dey get it popping

wen we pull da glockin

hit ya biologics

to ya uorologics

got ya body dying

n ya mama crying

know da slums is real

came up from da blood dirt

wit fangs out

we was born to k!ll

u get da knowledge from judas

u think its intuitive

till theirs a bone to grill

yeah dats way above ya head

n who ever caught dat was a dead n-gga

biggest gang i ever faced was da d.a & the feds n-gga

worst pain i ever felt is when im ancestors got da death sentence

worst conversation i had in life

was a court judge n a life sentence

dont get me wrong.i kno all my sins

i pray to the lord for a light penance

n im getting

so dont sweat da sh-t

im still living b-tch

guess u should try harder

just to die harder

commit genesis

for me its no problem

how da folks got em

im ya nemesis

jus tryna live n do my thang

jus wanna f-ck all these b-tches

thats in da game

i am the royal-king

dat u can’t maintain

mob life

one call

n its badabang

u shouldn’t be gang

if u dont know how ta bang

im drinking on dis taylor port

dat taylor gang

n i can’t even sing

but still gonna sing

cuz my path to enlightenment

is off the chains

this the poèt that’s talking

from the words that been chosen

from you being chosen

better listen up n-gga

i’m from a era

where n-ggas don’t talk enough

cause enough

will have you saying

enough from the fluid you will be coughing up

so don’t say to much

just walk ya stuff

you rather f-ck a b-tch

then get rich

man, you on some sucka sh-t

finger l!ck, and hula hoops

i finger l!ck the bl!ck til she spit

then hula hoop

around ya whole cl!ck

weed cigars

i’m on some grown sh-t

3.5 f-ck ya whole sh-t

357 wreck ya whole sh-t

i’m on some boss sh-t

sit back planning for the next trip

talking international politics

and poker chips…with the gods

on some different sh-t

different time zoning in and out

on n-ggas

n-ggas couldn’t

understand my wordsmith

even if i trip

moon-rocks in my lungs

as i shift my frequency

until your soul understand

that it’s seeing you seeing me

but you can’t see

what i see

i’m from a whole nother realm

dim en on my s cl-ss mission

that’s clearly

invisible to ya physical

i’m hyper extra

terrestrial

- royalblck

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