Long Live the King
Yeah, we gon' get right into the proceedings this evening
Y'all say a whole lot of shit that I can't believe in
Been done sowing, a nigga finna be reaping
Never test the water, just stickin' both of my feet in
You dreaming thinking me and death are ever meeting
The devil is a lie, yet intriguing
Only real killers are we capable of breeding
The scope is far-reaching, bitch, we are legion, yeah
I would recommend you never testin' my hunger
Speak ill of me, you gettin' fed to the monster
I seem to be havin' trouble findin' a threat amongst ya
When I hit the button, you better head for the bunker
Cause dyin' for me is simply not an option
I'm a supreme being, we don't lie in coffins
We just fill'em up with motherfuckers dumb enough to come at us without exercising caution
Yeah
With a minor thought, I rip the sky apart and make a dark (K)night like I'm designing Gotham
Start a killing spree till the entire population is only I (eye) like a cyclops
And I'm reminded often I'm a rhymin' offspring
Notorious Big Pun with a side of Pac
And your pride ain't safe, nigga, I'm watchin' my pens lurking my mind's stalkin'
Only I decide when it's time to stop it
This a hijack and you behind the cockpit
And I'm steady gettin' better, tell whoever it's whatever
Got the cheddar for vendettas, let'em know that I don't let up
Be afraid
I'm back writing
It's Rap's Tyson, a black titan
Talk back, get smacked silent
All these beats getting kilt (killed), I'm bagpiping
It ain't shit for me to consistently trap lightning
Meanwhile, y'all just a flash in the pan
Them hits you thought you had ain't actually land
I don't need your fake smiles, or you dapping my hand
I got phone calls to make and transactions to plan
See, I'm a god
My vision's too keen for your mirage
Who the fuck you tryna fool? I've seen through your facade
Copped the castle with some time machines in the garage
A one-man army don't need no entourage
Undefeated when it's me against the odds
Got the world on my shoulders, I need me a massage
Everything I do deserves some screams and your applause
Put your lips on the ring
Long Live the King, bitch
Y'all say a whole lot of shit that I can't believe in
Been done sowing, a nigga finna be reaping
Never test the water, just stickin' both of my feet in
You dreaming thinking me and death are ever meeting
The devil is a lie, yet intriguing
Only real killers are we capable of breeding
The scope is far-reaching, bitch, we are legion, yeah
I would recommend you never testin' my hunger
Speak ill of me, you gettin' fed to the monster
I seem to be havin' trouble findin' a threat amongst ya
When I hit the button, you better head for the bunker
Cause dyin' for me is simply not an option
I'm a supreme being, we don't lie in coffins
We just fill'em up with motherfuckers dumb enough to come at us without exercising caution
Yeah
With a minor thought, I rip the sky apart and make a dark (K)night like I'm designing Gotham
Start a killing spree till the entire population is only I (eye) like a cyclops
And I'm reminded often I'm a rhymin' offspring
Notorious Big Pun with a side of Pac
And your pride ain't safe, nigga, I'm watchin' my pens lurking my mind's stalkin'
Only I decide when it's time to stop it
This a hijack and you behind the cockpit
And I'm steady gettin' better, tell whoever it's whatever
Got the cheddar for vendettas, let'em know that I don't let up
Be afraid
I'm back writing
It's Rap's Tyson, a black titan
Talk back, get smacked silent
All these beats getting kilt (killed), I'm bagpiping
It ain't shit for me to consistently trap lightning
Meanwhile, y'all just a flash in the pan
Them hits you thought you had ain't actually land
I don't need your fake smiles, or you dapping my hand
I got phone calls to make and transactions to plan
See, I'm a god
My vision's too keen for your mirage
Who the fuck you tryna fool? I've seen through your facade
Copped the castle with some time machines in the garage
A one-man army don't need no entourage
Undefeated when it's me against the odds
Got the world on my shoulders, I need me a massage
Everything I do deserves some screams and your applause
Put your lips on the ring
Long Live the King, bitch
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Writer(s): Idris Royal
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