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Yeah, take a look at me and see a titan on a throne Me and my niggas we keep a bad bitch biting on a bone Hold up though, what you lil' niggas know? How you writin' on a song Hella pathetic with telekinetics Start thinking of lines and my pen start writing on its own The Jedi Order, I mastered this shit; a jedi warrior Yeah I warned you I'ma be keeping you one eye on ya Like an insomniac, nigga with a dead eye How much you wanna bet I hoard theIllest shits alive I had a dream I was playing footsies with a girl from [?] So I walk up out the bed I ordered I took her from Florida, she a red-eye border now I'm rubbing the clit, she sucking the dick Who's pussy is this? I ain't even need to ask But that's as far as I'ma go though I'ma let you freaky niggas [?] black twitter, eat her ass Back to the grind, probably think I'm with the Kinkos just to sing you this song So many facts in the rhymes Crooked I's back in his prime But nowadays they call me the KXNG K-X-N-G though The X is roman numerals (For ten) I'm times better than I ever been Songtexte Sick as an embryo Even before then the Greek historian [?] this he let history know The face of the Sphinx The drawing on the Pyramid's walls Was all of this Negro? I'm a motherfuckin' king All hell You can hate on me and I'ma wish y'all well Cuz on the stairway to heaven I saw Hell Did it all with my C.O.B. cartel The way I be rocking the bells I should call L I don't want problems at all But if the beef pop in the streets We would start beat-boxing Boo-boo-ta-ta [?] I don't understand the mentality Of niggas who wanna randomly challenge me In the band of reality Automatically mad at me Cuz I won't hand 'em a salary Demanding me to give 'em what's mine You outta ya mind, thinking you can fuck with the family Nigga that has to be insanity You understanding me I'm Amityville mixed with Mister Hannibal Lector packing a hammer to shatter you Get it poppin' like Shabba-Doo Get your wig peeled Get your face on the windshield Got to grab you off the glass like an alley-oop Do the shit and burn rubber in a Caddy Coupe Cali boys, we ain't like y'all rap stars But we do like jewelry and fast cars I'd rather fill this room with hoes, chill And forget about 12 on the last bars K-X-N-G though The X is roman numerals (For ten) I'm times better than I ever been In a room full of rappers I'd be the elephant Elephant in the room cuz nobody wanna mention That I been one of the best on the West Since I touched down on corrupt sound On the streets is a motha' Mothafucka that's one thousand Aus Songtexte Mania