JAY-Z, Chris Martin - Most Kingz lyrics

Young Hov in the house, it's so necessary
Green Lantern in the house, so necessary
Why you fronting on me? Is that necessary?
You know you've become a star
Because you're the biggest target out there
Right? When everyone's on the court
They're coming for you
When the opposing player walks
Into that arena
They're thinkin of upstaging you
You're, you're like a trophy to them
They're thinkin' "if I'm better than this guy
The spotlight turns on me"
So, you know you're a superstar
Because you're a marked man
And everyone's coming for you

The, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)

Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up
I'm tired build me up to break me down
To build me up again they like "Hov'
We need you back so we
Can kill your ass again"
Hov got flow though he's no Big and Pac
But he's close how I'm 'posed to win? They
Got me fighting ghosts
Most kings (get their heads cut off)
With the same sword they knight you
They gon' good night you with
Shit, that's only half if they like you
That ain't even the half what they might do
Don't believe me, ask Michael
See Martin, see Malcolm see Biggie, see Pac
See success and it's outcome
See Jesus, see Judas see Caesar, see Brutus
See success is like suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
When you succeed, prepare to be crucified
Uhh
Media meddles, niggas sue you, you settle
Every step you take
They remind you you ghetto
So it's tough being Bobby Brown
To be Bobby then, you gotta be Bobby now
Now the question is, "Is to have had and lost
Better than not having at all?" because dawg

Most kings get their heads cut off
Keep on climbing 'til you reach the top
Keep on coming if they ready or not
Most kings get their heads cut off
The, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be

Uhh, everybody wanna be the
King then shots ring
You laying on your balcony with
Holes in your dream or you Malcolm X-d out
Get distracted by screams
Everybody get your hand off my jeans
Everybody look at you strange
Say you changed
Like you work that hard to stay the same, uhh
Game stays the same, the name changes
So it's best for those to
Not overdose on being famous
Most kings get driven so insane
That they try to hit the same
Vein that Kurt Cobain did
So dangerous, so no strangers
Invited to the inner sanctum of your chambers
Load chambers, the enemy's approaching
So raise your draw bridge and
Drown 'em in the moat
Then, spirit I'm evoking
There's kings who've been awoken
From shots from those who was
Most close to them
They won't stop until you ghost to 'em
But real kings don't die
They become martyrs, let's toast to 'em
King Arthur, put a robe to him
Like James Brown, no the show ain't over
Until Rome's ruined
'Til the republic is overthrown
'Til my loyal subjects is over Hov'
Long live the king, no, the reign won't stop
They want my head on the chopping block
I won't die, nah

Most kings get their heads cut off
Keep on climbing 'til you reach the top
Keep on coming if they ready or not
Most kings get their heads cut off
Keep on coming if they ready or not
Long live the king, know the reign won't stop
The, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be long live the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be
Most kings get their heads cut off
Keep on climbing 'til you reach the top
Keep on coming if they ready or not