Godspeed!

I am, the King

Yo
Make'm do the Watusi, holla Hallelujah
God from Ohio State, Michael Conley Junior
Big blinkys like the ones on the Call of Duty
Cause I see the bull'ion, nigga out his noodles
Thirty with the bald heads like Rasheed Wallace
Burner peel the flesh off him like a piece of salmon
Wipe the baby, nose made the flows pediatric
I's a'loon with the bars, hit the city tavern
World twists on its axis, I spin it backward
I been a factor and made myself a benefactor
Memorandum, for who on the genitalia
No cap! I'm Houdini with the nigga magic
She let me score a goal three times it's a hat trick
Dick through the zipper hole when I fuck a rat bitch
Hood nigga but I'm so intergalactic
Send the plate around and pray a Word and I'ma bap t'is
If you open fire on the King, hit the toupee
Blacktivate the power in my body then I mutate
GRRR!
Recently a nigga name on purèe
Slam dunk a nigga body Kelly Oubre
Ny Sample on my arm for the crusade
Came out the cave fly like Bruce Wayne
Still wring necks like your boo caught the bouquet
Most High, live from the tops of the food chain
I'm with the shadow Boulè, active service
Jerk Chicken, red beans and rice, Lordy mercy
Fine threads, drop dead I might'a over-through'ld it
Or Larry Bird Lew Alcindor Stickney 33rd it
Hocus Pocus, spell for rowdy infidel
I built a citadel, never mind them hater fiction tales
Niggaz turn accountant when that money touch'n fingernails and
You can count on me to seek revenge, I'll heal in Hell
Why? 'Cause it's "Fuck'm, that's why!", nigga Dave Chappelle
All they do is whine in The Glass, Red Zinfandel
Got'cha bail if you Cartel, we don't sit in jail
Send a strongly-worded letter to the Pharaoh's secretary

Silk scarf LV out'n LV
Five kush bows in, I'ma sell three
At three-a-piece, what could you tell me
I made more off'a illies than your LP
Had Max bars 'fore I did the jail thing
You sell'n American boy, like what a cell mean
Autumn arrives, one-fall
I gotta tell'm leave
F for my Fendi belt, that's a felony
Fuck where Eric B. 'Check out my melody
West Wing
Chi is Ghost and I'm Chefing
Sleeping on niggaz, while acting like I was resting
Lately I've been lower than your
Self-esteem
I been need'n another bean, while I'm drinking lean
Ironically, I'm seen
Making a scene
Creamsicle guts
Damn the Range is clean
Aren't you pissed off, I came tangerine
Deac' jumped out dressed like Ben Vereen
It's legal here no bitch don't conceal the weed
Broke niggaz be hatin', they feel the need
DMX 'Party Up' wit'
Jill and Christine
Illinois party bus they chill'd wit' me
Hindsight 20/20 I still could see
You ain't that funny
Bill Bellamy
I got Nothin' But Love 'cause
Of my Heavy D



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Writer(s): Allen Jones
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