Pumpkinhead, LR Blitzkrieg, Sha Stimuli, Skyzoo, Ruste Juxx - County of Kings (Clean) lyrics
[Pumpkinhead, LR Blitzkrieg, Sha Stimuli, Skyzoo, Ruste Juxx - County of Kings Clean lyrics]
Yeah pumpkinhead, I got you, man
(Brooklyn) s T-I look
I got the pain of a killer
The soul of a preacher
The mind of a teacher
The hurt of a hustler i’ll touch you
When I come through your speakers
The swag of a rapper, the dream of
A youngin to be what he loves, and
The people are bugging you motherfuckers
See why I’m buzzing
I walked through the fire
I swam with the sharks
I incited riots, took shots in the dark
I gave people light
Let out music from my heart
I spoke on instrumentals i’m
Setting myself apart
I am BK-born gifted since I was an infant
Spitting way before my first sentence
I’m showing you consistence
My flow is just senseless
I keep going it’s endless
I’m sort of offensive
You don’t want to go against this
I’ll fuck around and make
You stop getting older like you’re
One of the Simpsons
Damn i wasn’t stole by the Grinch, but they
Call me the present some of
Y’all don’t get it stimuli, nigga
We from where Kings is everywhere
Fathers is never there, where they
Clap chrome
The backbone of the Eastern Hemisphere
You shop on Rodeo Drive? We
Shop on Fulton Ave
You ride in limousines? We
Ride in dollar vans
Your favorite rapper’s alive? My
Favorite rapper died if you an outcast
You get cast out and cast aside
If you put a nine-year-old on blast
He might blast a nine the flyest borough too
Thorough you can’t deny county of Kings
All our rappers run things get off the dick
Take our balls out your mouth
Like a tongue ring
We set trends you follow we get ends
You borrow you gets no pussy homie
We stay bend- -ing models we’re the illest
So holler we’ve been given
The honor to pay homage to
Our forefathers that started
This problem all day, it’s BK, Stimuli
PH, Ruste, Blitz, and SK hey!
We represent
The BK that’s 7-1-8 thang, that’s
7-1-8 bang, that’s 7-1-8 slang it’s
The BK (Uh) and we ain’t never changed
We’re still on the same thing until
The day that we’re laid
It’s the BK that’s 7-1-8 thang, that’s
7-1-8 bang, that’s 7-1-8 slang it’s
The BK (Uh) and we ain’t never changed
We’re still on the same thing until
The day that we’re laid yeah
Uh yeah yo
Straight out of BK, nigga
From killer Crown Heights
Ruste Juxx light up the dark and shine bright
My aim’s sharpshooter i’ll flame
And spark Buddha
Trained to bark Rugers, my jab’ll park Judah
My pen game vicious nigga, I’m indestructible
Can’t be destroyed you can’t see the boy
The excellence of execution
Executing excellence
Poetic piff-puffing, potency perfectionist
Repping Brooknam you know? That Crookland
Leaving niggas limbless with
Artificial hook hands
I’ll let the shottie go sternum shot
Body blow "Ruste Juxx" name ringing all
Through your barrio
Trust me when I pull that bird
Them slugs flying
Bullseye, direct hit, they’re all dying
See, my environment is a product of me
Now all my Brooklyn niggas wild
With a G brooklyn!
Separate you sheep from these monsters
Don’t ever sleep on these Brooklyn beasts
Your heartbeat’ll sound like the
Bass of this beat
Lighting in, I ignite the whole street
We keep cartridges that can
Part your cartilage cut your body parts up
In sarcophagus sands these
Artists is setting up shop we
Do not cower we cock
Back, roof your corny shit
Right over the clocktower
Block shower diss grain
Onlookers cover heads in disdain
‘cause you was outdated as Discmanes
While this mayne’s an East Coast emissary
Downtown
Dignitary, Brooklyn military Blitzkrieg
Uh you can’t beat this mofo
So you should grin and bear
It like the Beatgees logo
See, Krieg is known from
Out the seven-one-ocho
Being so fucking cool, he can move in slow mo
BK’s the captain of the ship
For this rapping shit
You’re rapping circles in this market?
We gon’ corner it
And I was wandering i vaguely remember: as
A baby, held up a king nah, wait
That was Simba shit
This ain’t no cartoon it’s
Your favorite car tune
MCMI, the better era gonna start soon
Forever helping you get the
Pictures like dark rooms
And get the point like prison and
Shanking you with a sharp spoon uh
We represent
The BK that’s 7-1-8 thang, that’s
7-1-8 bang, that’s 7-1-8 slang it’s
The BK (Uh) and we ain’t never changed
We’re still on the same thing until
The day that we’re laid
It’s the BK that’s 7-1-8 thang, that’s
7-1-8 bang, that’s 7-1-8 slang it’s
The BK (Uh) and we ain’t never changed
We’re still on the same thing until
The day that we’re laid yeah
(Brooklyn) s T-I look
I got the pain of a killer
The soul of a preacher
The mind of a teacher
The hurt of a hustler i’ll touch you
When I come through your speakers
The swag of a rapper, the dream of
A youngin to be what he loves, and
The people are bugging you motherfuckers
See why I’m buzzing
I walked through the fire
I swam with the sharks
I incited riots, took shots in the dark
I gave people light
Let out music from my heart
I spoke on instrumentals i’m
Setting myself apart
I am BK-born gifted since I was an infant
Spitting way before my first sentence
I’m showing you consistence
My flow is just senseless
I keep going it’s endless
I’m sort of offensive
You don’t want to go against this
I’ll fuck around and make
You stop getting older like you’re
One of the Simpsons
Damn i wasn’t stole by the Grinch, but they
Call me the present some of
Y’all don’t get it stimuli, nigga
We from where Kings is everywhere
Fathers is never there, where they
Clap chrome
The backbone of the Eastern Hemisphere
You shop on Rodeo Drive? We
Shop on Fulton Ave
You ride in limousines? We
Ride in dollar vans
Your favorite rapper’s alive? My
Favorite rapper died if you an outcast
You get cast out and cast aside
If you put a nine-year-old on blast
He might blast a nine the flyest borough too
Thorough you can’t deny county of Kings
All our rappers run things get off the dick
Take our balls out your mouth
Like a tongue ring
We set trends you follow we get ends
You borrow you gets no pussy homie
We stay bend- -ing models we’re the illest
So holler we’ve been given
The honor to pay homage to
Our forefathers that started
This problem all day, it’s BK, Stimuli
PH, Ruste, Blitz, and SK hey!
We represent
The BK that’s 7-1-8 thang, that’s
7-1-8 bang, that’s 7-1-8 slang it’s
The BK (Uh) and we ain’t never changed
We’re still on the same thing until
The day that we’re laid
It’s the BK that’s 7-1-8 thang, that’s
7-1-8 bang, that’s 7-1-8 slang it’s
The BK (Uh) and we ain’t never changed
We’re still on the same thing until
The day that we’re laid yeah
Uh yeah yo
Straight out of BK, nigga
From killer Crown Heights
Ruste Juxx light up the dark and shine bright
My aim’s sharpshooter i’ll flame
And spark Buddha
Trained to bark Rugers, my jab’ll park Judah
My pen game vicious nigga, I’m indestructible
Can’t be destroyed you can’t see the boy
The excellence of execution
Executing excellence
Poetic piff-puffing, potency perfectionist
Repping Brooknam you know? That Crookland
Leaving niggas limbless with
Artificial hook hands
I’ll let the shottie go sternum shot
Body blow "Ruste Juxx" name ringing all
Through your barrio
Trust me when I pull that bird
Them slugs flying
Bullseye, direct hit, they’re all dying
See, my environment is a product of me
Now all my Brooklyn niggas wild
With a G brooklyn!
Separate you sheep from these monsters
Don’t ever sleep on these Brooklyn beasts
Your heartbeat’ll sound like the
Bass of this beat
Lighting in, I ignite the whole street
We keep cartridges that can
Part your cartilage cut your body parts up
In sarcophagus sands these
Artists is setting up shop we
Do not cower we cock
Back, roof your corny shit
Right over the clocktower
Block shower diss grain
Onlookers cover heads in disdain
‘cause you was outdated as Discmanes
While this mayne’s an East Coast emissary
Downtown
Dignitary, Brooklyn military Blitzkrieg
Uh you can’t beat this mofo
So you should grin and bear
It like the Beatgees logo
See, Krieg is known from
Out the seven-one-ocho
Being so fucking cool, he can move in slow mo
BK’s the captain of the ship
For this rapping shit
You’re rapping circles in this market?
We gon’ corner it
And I was wandering i vaguely remember: as
A baby, held up a king nah, wait
That was Simba shit
This ain’t no cartoon it’s
Your favorite car tune
MCMI, the better era gonna start soon
Forever helping you get the
Pictures like dark rooms
And get the point like prison and
Shanking you with a sharp spoon uh
We represent
The BK that’s 7-1-8 thang, that’s
7-1-8 bang, that’s 7-1-8 slang it’s
The BK (Uh) and we ain’t never changed
We’re still on the same thing until
The day that we’re laid
It’s the BK that’s 7-1-8 thang, that’s
7-1-8 bang, that’s 7-1-8 slang it’s
The BK (Uh) and we ain’t never changed
We’re still on the same thing until
The day that we’re laid yeah
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