Out To Kill the King (Intro)
I'm out to kill the king, no weaponry
But the supernatural properties of a magical ring
Every methaphor a punch, I'ma leave blood spilled in this ring
When opportunity calls, I pick up that phone before it rings
When clarity left a mis-call, It came with a text saying
"Y'all puppets and I pull the strings"
It strings together, my words power, it controls the weather
Whether you like it or not,my lyrics tougher than shoe-leather
If I band all my methaphors together, it will trouble University Professors
If lyrics was air, I'll take the atmospheric pressure,and
Deliver bars with higher pressure
For me to come up with this methaphors it takes alot
But y'all niggas share bars, like they was on special at takealot
I'll bet against y'all the entire lot, this shit that I struggle to jot
Is the visions I got, when I was still in the baby-cot
I'm Kurt Weller, hitting Jane's Blindspot, I mean why not
The bitch got tattoos, plus she's damn hot
Let's stick to the plot, my lyrics precise, I know it's on the dot
Oops,I forgot, I lost the keys to my metaphors and I got this shit on lock
Tick Tock, I put you in a time wrap
I got the hands of the clock
I know it's a shock, I'm electrifying, like I'm The Rock
But the supernatural properties of a magical ring
Every methaphor a punch, I'ma leave blood spilled in this ring
When opportunity calls, I pick up that phone before it rings
When clarity left a mis-call, It came with a text saying
"Y'all puppets and I pull the strings"
It strings together, my words power, it controls the weather
Whether you like it or not,my lyrics tougher than shoe-leather
If I band all my methaphors together, it will trouble University Professors
If lyrics was air, I'll take the atmospheric pressure,and
Deliver bars with higher pressure
For me to come up with this methaphors it takes alot
But y'all niggas share bars, like they was on special at takealot
I'll bet against y'all the entire lot, this shit that I struggle to jot
Is the visions I got, when I was still in the baby-cot
I'm Kurt Weller, hitting Jane's Blindspot, I mean why not
The bitch got tattoos, plus she's damn hot
Let's stick to the plot, my lyrics precise, I know it's on the dot
Oops,I forgot, I lost the keys to my metaphors and I got this shit on lock
Tick Tock, I put you in a time wrap
I got the hands of the clock
I know it's a shock, I'm electrifying, like I'm The Rock
Credits
Writer(s): Duncan Theron
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