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letra de king shit - talib kweli & 9th wonder

[produced by e. jones]

[intro: niko is]
cheers to the ogs, i hope you live 107 years
chill recognize chill
don’t chill or be chill
chilluminate law

[verse 1: niko is]
your flight’s so long they serve me 3 meals
the wine by the gl-ss, unlimited refills
you don’t trip on the thrill seeking for cheap thrills
recording in the same factory where they manufacturing e pills
when you on the move, man it’s hard to be still
i’m intoxicated in amsterdam, i’m staring at a cheese wheel
another day, another hotel, more money gets more emails
came to this show solo but i’m leaving with four females
at the party in the [?] there’s no need for more details
300 dollars for the weed smell the tree louder than meek mill
[?] but tell me what’s new
besides couples months of tunes i recorded with the cool
important though, always eating imported food
always speaking the ghetto gospel, that’s according to the truth
yea that’s cool, but ask who, you? [?]
[?] why people win and why people lose
oh, you gotta balance it
with challenging gravity comes a lot of challenges
make something that’s incredible to make up for the talent-less
that’s what talent is, og

[hook: niko is]
travelling all the time, p-ssport of an adventurer
i need a royal court fit for an emperor
king shit
perfect weather, perfect temperature
travelling all the time, p-ssport of an adventurer
i need a royal court fit for an emperor
that’s king shit
perfect weather, perfect temperature

[verse 2: gq]
i used to wish for all of this, no really
i mean i went through hell just to be like spawn for this
if you ain’t travelling you might not be too fond of this
you lates, i woke up at the crack of dawn for this
i told the post office to postpone my postcard
when i realised that you couldn’t respond to this
my show set harder than homework at harvard gets
audience love when i’m cutting up like barber flicks
life a movie, need a part for this?
apart from this i be sauced up like tartared fish, my nigga
having wine and food for dinner, no [?]
flights on a friday, i’m out like miss parker tits
i might forget, [?] all my kicks
handle my business now businesses want a partnership
and i’m [?] i’m fresh as
hoes popping up at shows like bishop at q’s locker
blowing sweets in hotel suites, somethin’ vicious
how he go from golden gates to london bridges?
i just hope it all goes well
moppin’ clean, prince akeem, i always leave a rose trail
pour us open luna rossa i’m floating in prada
make her pour her feelings out, she a broken piñata
sunset like koi scales
consider yourself lucky if you even get the voicemail

- talib kweli 9th wonder

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