Kinglike

Yeah
You better be thinking
Always
You're wasting your whole

Entire
Time
I don't waste shit man
For color to pop

Need a jet black shadow
To be ultra light
Get in touch with your asshole
Better to fight

A warrior in a manner
With a standard
Of being polite
By wishing for peace

in the heart is a knife
its better to sow
Your sinnow twice
To live as long

As I might
Que bueno
I teach something simple
The way of the breath goes

I was raised in the ghetto
With my lens on the gimbal
My ears ring
To the decibels

Of drums from
The negative space
Of sound sun
Like the silence

Right before a loud gun
Pop
Okay, okay
I guess what

I'm trying to say
Is I got to go be me
Every single day I live
Every breath I take

Is a blessing made
And the seconds
Can be taken away
Okay, okay

I guess what
I'm trying to say
Is I got to go be me
Every single day

Every breath I take
Is a blessing made
And the seconds
Can be taken away

If you're not thinking
You're wasting
Your whole fucking life
Don't waste it

Bing bong
If I'm a king
I'm King Kong
heehaw

Whose balls is ping pongs
My bars are planets
catch me on my T-Bag
Like Master Chief does

Infinite bars
Like I'm Infinity Stone
I'm a high five
The top five of the glove

Grabbing my nuts
Michael Jackson n such
Raps back
Like the voice of Terminator

I hear beats
Just gotta terminate em
These negative things
That I think exterminate em

verbatim
I get it perfect
When I cut the Play-Doh
Sooner or later

I'll be perfect
When I cut the Play-Doh
Smart enough
To never be

Vito Andolini's Fredo
If you are the legend
I'm Yayo
I hope you can wrap

Your mind around it
And give it up
Cause there's more ways
To look it up

And you gotta give up
Stupid stuff
For you to go up, up, up
And if you wanna stay

Where you are
Then don't change man
Don't learn these strange ways
With the magic
of God



Credits
Writer(s): Chad Roberts
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