Matisyahu, Shyne, Ravid Kahalani - King Crown of Judah lyrics
[Matisyahu, Shyne, Ravid Kahalani - King Crown of Judah lyrics]
They say that I’m euphemism
For a new religion
I’m praying that my comrades all gonna
Get up out of Clinton
I’m in prison with a system and
I’m thinking that I didn’t
Deserve to be born in the first
Place cause of my pigment
Dark than the Caucasoid complexion
Kind of different on a Harley David is King
David sayin’ my tehillin
Pistol in my waste and I’m
Wrapped in my tefillin
On a camel like an Arab
Because Ishmael is my siblin’
I’m on my own thing, yes Moses
I don’t part the sea I fly
The jet across the ocean
Yeah, God’s the one that wrote this
I’m just an instrument so make
Sure that you listen in
I’m from the block where
There ain’t no scholarships
Forced to do things that if she
Knew would make my momma sick
Larry Hoover was my tutor
Now I made tshuva from the
King crown of Judah
Now I’m running through the trees
I got you all screaming please
I slay wicked with my tongue I
Fire missiles when I breathe
I’ll give you all one reason to leave me be
Before I bring you to your knees
With great catastrophes
I cast off shackles as I bleed
Some room I need to breathe and
Blast off as I please
With verses of praise that I slay when I sing
And a double edge sword that
Swings low by my knees
No need to gas a blow I
Stay low and then I feed
But when the time comes to go, I’m like Rambo
I got my cross bow, the cross winds blow
I’m so, radio, this wave activation
It got me living in slow mo
But now I’m ready to blow
It’s getting hot, I’m heat seeking
Fire breathing
Believing scriptures that I’m reading while
You’re wailing at the wall
I stand tall, and battle y’all
While them Kingdoms fall
For a new religion
I’m praying that my comrades all gonna
Get up out of Clinton
I’m in prison with a system and
I’m thinking that I didn’t
Deserve to be born in the first
Place cause of my pigment
Dark than the Caucasoid complexion
Kind of different on a Harley David is King
David sayin’ my tehillin
Pistol in my waste and I’m
Wrapped in my tefillin
On a camel like an Arab
Because Ishmael is my siblin’
I’m on my own thing, yes Moses
I don’t part the sea I fly
The jet across the ocean
Yeah, God’s the one that wrote this
I’m just an instrument so make
Sure that you listen in
I’m from the block where
There ain’t no scholarships
Forced to do things that if she
Knew would make my momma sick
Larry Hoover was my tutor
Now I made tshuva from the
King crown of Judah
Now I’m running through the trees
I got you all screaming please
I slay wicked with my tongue I
Fire missiles when I breathe
I’ll give you all one reason to leave me be
Before I bring you to your knees
With great catastrophes
I cast off shackles as I bleed
Some room I need to breathe and
Blast off as I please
With verses of praise that I slay when I sing
And a double edge sword that
Swings low by my knees
No need to gas a blow I
Stay low and then I feed
But when the time comes to go, I’m like Rambo
I got my cross bow, the cross winds blow
I’m so, radio, this wave activation
It got me living in slow mo
But now I’m ready to blow
It’s getting hot, I’m heat seeking
Fire breathing
Believing scriptures that I’m reading while
You’re wailing at the wall
I stand tall, and battle y’all
While them Kingdoms fall