M.L.K.
How the fuck did I get here
Riff Rey the Rapper
Martin is the King of our Castle
Martin Luther
Martin Luther
Martin Luther King King King ya
Martin Luther
Martin Luther
Martin Luther King King King ya
Ra Ra Rappin' on this Alpha beat
All I needs the alphabet
Riff Rey bringing his fragrance
Top of the hill like Terence
But I'm not interested
Believe me I am confessed at
What I'm doing never mess that
Mic in my hand cuz I'm the best at
Witty bars wanna know where I get that
Battle against me oh please forget that
Really you wanna be king
I'm feeling like Martin Luther King
So listen closely I'm talking
Martin is the King of our Castle
Martin Luther
Martin Luther
Martin Luther King King King ya
Martin Luther
Martin Luther
Martin Luther King King King ya
You can't rhyme on the fruit orange
Sit down on a chair or bench
So much diamonds in my pocket like I'd own an ore ranch
My voice bringing life to this beat like a sporrange
Door to my dreams in front of me
Only need to use the door hinge
Exotic flow that's why they lovin' me
Also talking Spanish or French
Between us is a very huge gap
Even bigger than a valley or trench
Hit you with my rover boom bap
Which one you prefer land or ranch
Last but not least an obvious spit
The colour of the fruit Orange
Der war zviel
No brainer
Riff Rey the Rapper
Martin is the King of our Castle
Martin Luther
Martin Luther
Martin Luther King King King ya
Martin Luther
Martin Luther
Martin Luther King King King ya
Ra Ra Rappin' on this Alpha beat
All I needs the alphabet
Riff Rey bringing his fragrance
Top of the hill like Terence
But I'm not interested
Believe me I am confessed at
What I'm doing never mess that
Mic in my hand cuz I'm the best at
Witty bars wanna know where I get that
Battle against me oh please forget that
Really you wanna be king
I'm feeling like Martin Luther King
So listen closely I'm talking
Martin is the King of our Castle
Martin Luther
Martin Luther
Martin Luther King King King ya
Martin Luther
Martin Luther
Martin Luther King King King ya
You can't rhyme on the fruit orange
Sit down on a chair or bench
So much diamonds in my pocket like I'd own an ore ranch
My voice bringing life to this beat like a sporrange
Door to my dreams in front of me
Only need to use the door hinge
Exotic flow that's why they lovin' me
Also talking Spanish or French
Between us is a very huge gap
Even bigger than a valley or trench
Hit you with my rover boom bap
Which one you prefer land or ranch
Last but not least an obvious spit
The colour of the fruit Orange
Der war zviel
No brainer
Credits
Writer(s): Reinhold Hetlinger
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