I'm a King
Yea
DJ Alkemy
Trademark Blud
Those feeble locks couldn't hold me
Ha ha
Its sacrifice season
Blud over everything
Yo
Yo
Some consider my words demonic
These topics have sinners flogged
Written rhymes on black paper
In tunnels of synagogues
Winners lost in my dungeon
There isn't a bigger boss
I Trade Blud for my people
This spitter is liver chopped
King Kong in my castle
Get nothing but oral sex
Two tyrannosaurus for pets
Making more than I less
Blessed by outer worldly bodies
And torn in the flesh
Those who didn't take it audibly
Are forced to inject
All the respect means nothing
When I harness the darkness
And harvest your carcass
And target any artist regardless
The smartest the sharpest
Get torn apart in the carnage
Little piggies getting murdered
On the way to the market
Its heartless
Even the underworld won't hold
How they rob rape and murdering
A girl so old
How do souls get shattered
And the pearls grow mould
How we coping day to day
In a world so cold
When I pick up a microphone
My size increase ten times
Rhymes cast fear in the hearts of a pest
Shine blinds those who see
Climb over each dead line
Portals to dimensions open
Oceans full of enzymes
Cupboard full of skeletons
House full of horrors
It's a squaller with a scholar
That will rob ya for a dollar
I'm the last one left
With dynamic diversity
School of social urgency
Pool of local mercenaries
Strangers in the crowd stand
Looking so perplexed
How can someone from the T
Put a legend to his death
Ignoring the simple fact
I'm a weapon in the flesh
Killing devils in the west
Blud my level been the best
I'm a rebel
I'm special wrestle a pencil in ya neck
And if I'm wearing a suit
Its coz there's metal on my chest
I'm ironman
You're a frying pan
Fam step
I've been fighting for a change
You've been fighting for a rep
Ill be fighting till my death
Hear the lighting from my breath
Striking swords in the forge
Blud I'm Tyson with a Tek
A bison in a game of chess
Trash the whole board
Enlightened in the pain of death
Rap is so poor
You might as well run
Cuz at rap you won't score
Claiming scene saviour
When in fact your no lord
I defeat demons with my thoughts
Cast spells with my lyrics
Like a sorcerers visit from a spirit
Pushing through the boundaries of my limits
Though my heart remains illicit
The dream to be free stay vivid
While you're trying so hard for your name to ring
I couldn't care less whet the fame will bring
I'm a king
Yea yea I'm a king
While you talk sales
And you talk shows
And you talk the city
With attention the most
I'm a king
Yea yea I'm a king
Scratch a name off a list
Is it pain or bliss
Every page in my book
Had an aim to fit
I'm a king
Yea Yea I'm a king
The TF1 don every song its true
Blud I've been a king you can be one too
You're a king
DJ Alkemy
Trademark Blud
Those feeble locks couldn't hold me
Ha ha
Its sacrifice season
Blud over everything
Yo
Yo
Some consider my words demonic
These topics have sinners flogged
Written rhymes on black paper
In tunnels of synagogues
Winners lost in my dungeon
There isn't a bigger boss
I Trade Blud for my people
This spitter is liver chopped
King Kong in my castle
Get nothing but oral sex
Two tyrannosaurus for pets
Making more than I less
Blessed by outer worldly bodies
And torn in the flesh
Those who didn't take it audibly
Are forced to inject
All the respect means nothing
When I harness the darkness
And harvest your carcass
And target any artist regardless
The smartest the sharpest
Get torn apart in the carnage
Little piggies getting murdered
On the way to the market
Its heartless
Even the underworld won't hold
How they rob rape and murdering
A girl so old
How do souls get shattered
And the pearls grow mould
How we coping day to day
In a world so cold
When I pick up a microphone
My size increase ten times
Rhymes cast fear in the hearts of a pest
Shine blinds those who see
Climb over each dead line
Portals to dimensions open
Oceans full of enzymes
Cupboard full of skeletons
House full of horrors
It's a squaller with a scholar
That will rob ya for a dollar
I'm the last one left
With dynamic diversity
School of social urgency
Pool of local mercenaries
Strangers in the crowd stand
Looking so perplexed
How can someone from the T
Put a legend to his death
Ignoring the simple fact
I'm a weapon in the flesh
Killing devils in the west
Blud my level been the best
I'm a rebel
I'm special wrestle a pencil in ya neck
And if I'm wearing a suit
Its coz there's metal on my chest
I'm ironman
You're a frying pan
Fam step
I've been fighting for a change
You've been fighting for a rep
Ill be fighting till my death
Hear the lighting from my breath
Striking swords in the forge
Blud I'm Tyson with a Tek
A bison in a game of chess
Trash the whole board
Enlightened in the pain of death
Rap is so poor
You might as well run
Cuz at rap you won't score
Claiming scene saviour
When in fact your no lord
I defeat demons with my thoughts
Cast spells with my lyrics
Like a sorcerers visit from a spirit
Pushing through the boundaries of my limits
Though my heart remains illicit
The dream to be free stay vivid
While you're trying so hard for your name to ring
I couldn't care less whet the fame will bring
I'm a king
Yea yea I'm a king
While you talk sales
And you talk shows
And you talk the city
With attention the most
I'm a king
Yea yea I'm a king
Scratch a name off a list
Is it pain or bliss
Every page in my book
Had an aim to fit
I'm a king
Yea Yea I'm a king
The TF1 don every song its true
Blud I've been a king you can be one too
You're a king
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Writer(s): Eughine Dunnion, Timothy Mark Rogers
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