Excalibur
You can't dissect it, never neglected that the pain is real
I stand corrected
Every second sheds the pain I feel
My hand deflected clever deception
Sever the pain I heal
This man elected: put it on record
Never knew pain appeals
Yeah
They aim to kill with their stainless steel, yeah
Their hatred fills their hearts with Satan's will, yeah
Angels seal what demons came to steal, yeah
This a game of skill my name fulfill, my brain is ill
My language still isn't getting me paid more than a penny for your thoughts
All of the prayers that you sent me never made in the box
I don't care if they resent me
They don't dare to ever test me
Y'all just staring at what's empty
That's my soul without a shot
Down the block, round the way, ride the wave, you know I'm next
Sound it off
Now they play, now they pay for a set
Catch me spitting in my hood
We call that a cobra's neck
Homie, Drake ain't say it right 'cause it's stripes over checks... but...
I'm not a knight in shining armor
But I'll defend this music if you try to harm Her
I won't second guess a thing
I was meant to be a king
Can you pull the sword from the stone?
Can you do the impossible?
Can you move the blade on your own?
You're gonna need both hands to pull the sword from the stone
Now I was meant to be a king and you can't tell me different
If I was to learn how to sing, tell me: would you listen?
I have a vision and a dream between time and distance
And I won't second guess a thing
There's a prophecy between the lines
If you can't see it, take my hand as I reach the blind and look for meaning
I'm an open book but you can't read my mind
I don't regret my past
I don't know about you but I needed mine, heed the rhyme
I just want to live a decent life
Jesus Christ begged his King but only three were wise, but he ain't seek advice
Blood is thick, but the ink inside my pen is running thin
Now I'm gone with this crown and gin like a gust of wind, yeah...
I'm not trying to tell that I'm Arthur, but you don't write my story
'Cause I am the author
I was meant to be a king
I won't second guess a thing
Can you pull the sword from the stone?
Can you do the impossible?
Can you move the blade on your own?
You're gonna need both hands to pull the sword from the stone
Can you pull the sword from the stone?
Can you do the impossible?
Can you move the blade on your own?
You're gonna need both hands to pull the sword from the stone
I stand corrected
Every second sheds the pain I feel
My hand deflected clever deception
Sever the pain I heal
This man elected: put it on record
Never knew pain appeals
Yeah
They aim to kill with their stainless steel, yeah
Their hatred fills their hearts with Satan's will, yeah
Angels seal what demons came to steal, yeah
This a game of skill my name fulfill, my brain is ill
My language still isn't getting me paid more than a penny for your thoughts
All of the prayers that you sent me never made in the box
I don't care if they resent me
They don't dare to ever test me
Y'all just staring at what's empty
That's my soul without a shot
Down the block, round the way, ride the wave, you know I'm next
Sound it off
Now they play, now they pay for a set
Catch me spitting in my hood
We call that a cobra's neck
Homie, Drake ain't say it right 'cause it's stripes over checks... but...
I'm not a knight in shining armor
But I'll defend this music if you try to harm Her
I won't second guess a thing
I was meant to be a king
Can you pull the sword from the stone?
Can you do the impossible?
Can you move the blade on your own?
You're gonna need both hands to pull the sword from the stone
Now I was meant to be a king and you can't tell me different
If I was to learn how to sing, tell me: would you listen?
I have a vision and a dream between time and distance
And I won't second guess a thing
There's a prophecy between the lines
If you can't see it, take my hand as I reach the blind and look for meaning
I'm an open book but you can't read my mind
I don't regret my past
I don't know about you but I needed mine, heed the rhyme
I just want to live a decent life
Jesus Christ begged his King but only three were wise, but he ain't seek advice
Blood is thick, but the ink inside my pen is running thin
Now I'm gone with this crown and gin like a gust of wind, yeah...
I'm not trying to tell that I'm Arthur, but you don't write my story
'Cause I am the author
I was meant to be a king
I won't second guess a thing
Can you pull the sword from the stone?
Can you do the impossible?
Can you move the blade on your own?
You're gonna need both hands to pull the sword from the stone
Can you pull the sword from the stone?
Can you do the impossible?
Can you move the blade on your own?
You're gonna need both hands to pull the sword from the stone
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Dalton
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