King Tut
Let's be honest
I wake up in the morning get shit jumping
She gon' get that D with my thumb in
No Benihana just top ramen
I feel like King Tutankhamun
Uh, pay your homage
Bobby Ray the shaman
Namaste, or something conscious, I promise
Saw this day was coming
Like a flag or something
Hundred nations form a summit
Congress, no hesitation coming
Try to take it from me
Terminator style I'm dumping
Dumping, clip gon' kick back like Liu Kang
Or fucking Johnny Cage
Them hollows graze your stomach
Vomit, everyday or something
Some grenade or something
Someone say that someones bombing the gunman
Propagate and conflicts sway the moral compass
You debate on who done done it
Converse, I'ma stay a slum
It's still segregated proms in the state I'm from
And they still gon' bang you up for an ashtray of crumbs
If a cop could pop you, no indictment
It's obvious the justice system pretty biased
Take your right away like arthritis
The eye of the all seeing iris
Let's be honest
I wake up in the morning get shit jumping
She gon' get that D with my thumb in
No Benihana just top ramen
I feel like King Tutankhamun
Like I'm suffering from ego death
Need no stress, lean on deck, weed on deck
Green thumb, I'm Imhotep
They depopulate you with chemo
They'll steal your breath, beast mode
There ain't no more heroes left
Hercules conflicts all black incognito
Like Ne-Yo at Emo Fest, flip like aikido
Arm the torpedo, I'm armed and I'm reloaded
Three piece tuxedo, I bomb like a G though
Bondage just like a slave or something
That can't awaken from it
We ain't got a thing in common, you common
Minus the sense, keep your eyes on your rent
And them commerce modern economics consumption
Summon critics in my comments
A conference of conversations and assumptions, it's constant
Pill's too big to ever stomach, you astonished
I never claimed I'm Nostradamus
The publics intuition mixed with my opinion's just more confirmation on the subject, don't want it
Pull your card, I'll pull no punches
A monkey wrench in a dysfunction now
Let's be honest
I wake up in the morning get shit jumping
She gon' get that D with my thumb in
No Benihana just top ramen
I feel like King Tutankhamun
I wake up in the morning get shit jumping
She gon' get that D with my thumb in
No Benihana just top ramen
I feel like King Tutankhamun
Uh, pay your homage
Bobby Ray the shaman
Namaste, or something conscious, I promise
Saw this day was coming
Like a flag or something
Hundred nations form a summit
Congress, no hesitation coming
Try to take it from me
Terminator style I'm dumping
Dumping, clip gon' kick back like Liu Kang
Or fucking Johnny Cage
Them hollows graze your stomach
Vomit, everyday or something
Some grenade or something
Someone say that someones bombing the gunman
Propagate and conflicts sway the moral compass
You debate on who done done it
Converse, I'ma stay a slum
It's still segregated proms in the state I'm from
And they still gon' bang you up for an ashtray of crumbs
If a cop could pop you, no indictment
It's obvious the justice system pretty biased
Take your right away like arthritis
The eye of the all seeing iris
Let's be honest
I wake up in the morning get shit jumping
She gon' get that D with my thumb in
No Benihana just top ramen
I feel like King Tutankhamun
Like I'm suffering from ego death
Need no stress, lean on deck, weed on deck
Green thumb, I'm Imhotep
They depopulate you with chemo
They'll steal your breath, beast mode
There ain't no more heroes left
Hercules conflicts all black incognito
Like Ne-Yo at Emo Fest, flip like aikido
Arm the torpedo, I'm armed and I'm reloaded
Three piece tuxedo, I bomb like a G though
Bondage just like a slave or something
That can't awaken from it
We ain't got a thing in common, you common
Minus the sense, keep your eyes on your rent
And them commerce modern economics consumption
Summon critics in my comments
A conference of conversations and assumptions, it's constant
Pill's too big to ever stomach, you astonished
I never claimed I'm Nostradamus
The publics intuition mixed with my opinion's just more confirmation on the subject, don't want it
Pull your card, I'll pull no punches
A monkey wrench in a dysfunction now
Let's be honest
I wake up in the morning get shit jumping
She gon' get that D with my thumb in
No Benihana just top ramen
I feel like King Tutankhamun
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Writer(s): Bobby Ray Simmons
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