(Long live the King) yo picture God a perfect cut diamond or bein the motha ****a man without even tryin livin like im dead to the world with tickets yo and refferals my hair is in a perm so i can never have a curl man its a bluebird on my shoulder can i kill it? man wakin up the bacon toast and eggs up in the skillett man can you feel it? i cut you down like a midget and when you see me make you feel just like a prision visit im such a (lizard?) i want the flames in the fire so there it is paint a picture **** up my desire you said you want style ill give you style with drug lord flava i make a pimp dance yeah by shottin at his gatas pickin up the nickles n dimes like Jackal and Hide the bounty is waitin for me up at Mt. Zine its primetime whos gon shine from the raw rhyme picture a rollercoaster up in a boss mind real playboys have wings in the sky silently cryin out man please dont die man gettin to the thick of it all man picture the brods man tellin ya call but hopin ya fall sayin my name like King James no pad adriatic im paranoind but really dont panic the life afta they say its colder then the packers all and the damn money in the world is not a factor man true indeed upin the game with a mouth ta feed i make a 360 spin homie rollin the **** roll the **** roll the **** long live the king we take a sertain situation to run an organizarion man bustin like a (?) patient cooperation man seven years is what hes fakin now hes even more gangsta cuz hes rollin wit da nation now (?) yourself then i will talk like greedy Gretchin man hear the confession of my priffesion is Secession of illegal weapons up in a dot daytona my mexican girl she drank two coronas and she know about the ayatolah im movin through the clouds youd better hold me down im smokin **** and im g'd and ready ta clown i love ta see you drown you know I spit it to get it to flip it to sell it to air mail it to yo town im like electical current the playa reffereant (??) councourent because its gonna hit the furnace man pitches the pictures of me picturin the *****es and all up here sayin write the scriptures it gets worse cuz mentally youre cursed youre livin in a verse sometimes it hurts but baby yeah you know it works long live the king long live the king
(Long live the King) yo picture God a perfect cut diamond or bein the motha ****a man without even tryin livin like im dead to the world with tickets yo and refferals my hair is in a perm so i can never have a curl man its a bluebird on my shoulder can i kill it? man wakin up the bacon toast and eggs up in the skillett man can you feel it? i cut you down like a midget and when you see me make you feel just like a prision visit im such a (lizard?) i want the flames in the fire so there it is paint a picture **** up my desire you said you want style ill give you style with drug lord flava i make a pimp dance yeah by shottin at his gatas pickin up the nickles n dimes like Jackal and Hide the bounty is waitin for me up at Mt. Zine its primetime whos gon shine from the raw rhyme picture a rollercoaster up in a boss mind real playboys have wings in the sky silently cryin out man please dont die man gettin to the thick of it all man picture the brods man tellin ya call but hopin ya fall sayin my name like King James no pad adriatic im paranoind but really dont panic the life afta they say its colder then the packers all and the damn money in the world is not a factor man true indeed upin the game with a mouth ta feed i make a 360 spin homie rollin the **** roll the **** roll the **** long live the king we take a sertain situation to run an organizarion man bustin like a (?) patient cooperation man seven years is what hes fakin now hes even more gangsta cuz hes rollin wit da nation now (?) yourself then i will talk like greedy Gretchin man hear the confession of my priffesion is Secession of illegal weapons up in a dot daytona my mexican girl she drank two coronas and she know about the ayatolah im movin through the clouds youd better hold me down im smokin **** and im g'd and ready ta clown i love ta see you drown you know I spit it to get it to flip it to sell it to air mail it to yo town im like electical current the playa reffereant (??) councourent because its gonna hit the furnace man pitches the pictures of me picturin the *****es and all up here sayin write the scriptures it gets worse cuz mentally youre cursed youre livin in a verse sometimes it hurts but baby yeah you know it works long live the king long live the king
