Ransom, Mickey Factz, Big Ghost LTD, J. Arrr - All The King’s Men lyrics
[Ransom, Mickey Factz, Big Ghost LTD, J. Arrr - All The King’s Men lyrics]
Lord to the ghetto, king to the street corner
Police warmers
This is where life expectancy meets karma
Street sagas
Told by a tortured sinner who preach horror
Speak martyr, demon whisperer
Labelled a beast charmer pete Parker
Swinging through broken cities
That we fathered teach toddlers
Flashy convicted felons who beat charges
Peach cobbler, food for your thought if you
Want your peace larger
We robbеrs, gun in my joggers
Don't gotta reach farther
Thеse are the rules but they don’t
Apply to a weak blogger heat sparker
Flamin' filet and spray till the beef darker
Sweet talkers, drug-dealing killers
Known as concrete chalkers street authors
Come get these vivid scriptures that we offer
We fought for justice and peace
Instead we got deep torture see sharper
Aim at these targets like an elite archer
We carve ya, knife in my pistol
Bombin' like P Harbour
Three barbers fade on the track and
Leavin’ the beat scarred up
They say, the funeral is a celebration
So let this verse in the Bible
Verse serve as reverse birth
We all children of Earth and today
We give you back to it i say, amen
Avid reader
Learnin' through pages I've kept
In Trapper Keepers master thinkers
Studyin' paintings hanging in galleria
Strapped Adidas Japanese sneakers
I'm flying past Korea stamp the Visa
Turnin' down women who look
Like Catherine Zeta passive drinker
Premium diva vodka and black tequila
Packed arenas
While you put niggas to sleep like anesthesia
Wack demeanor, ghost to the industry
It's the rap Tsushima
That's Katrina, floodin ’the net
Somebody grab Serena
Back and forth, what’s all the racket for
I captured ether
Stripes earned like the fastest cheetah
Tryin' to catch a zebra
Alopecia, you missing here on the
List of classic features
Cats is weaker, puttin’ out sleepers
Couldn't out-wrap a pita
Factz the reaper, verses eternal
That's word to Angelina at my leisure
I was a prince datin' a ballerina
Had an eager followin’
That procedure was actually deeper
Whiz kid, don't gotta ask Khalifa
This track's a heater
There's something holy about a body
Being put in a hole
And it's not full of holes, God bless
These streets ain't make you it's dinner
So maybe you died but
You didn't get digested, amen
Yeah, this more than a verse from scriptures
Your verses filler hurts-to hear
I toss all that Jazz out
I'm worse than Philip hearses fill up
Funny how Slum niggas can birth a Village
Word to Dilla, when the Stakes Is High
I gotta turn the grill up
They tried to box me in
A nigga burnt the ceiling
Urned the victims, ashes everywhere
It's like I'm burnin' incense
Earning figures
But I'm frugal y'all niggas
Work for pennies worthless spendin'
I keep my ends tighter than Ertz in Philly
Words of wisdom
Looking for validation can hurt your vision
Thirst decisions hit you head on
That's the worst collision
Search the triggers
You was probably rushin' like Herschel
When it's first in inches, I stick to Ramen
I like them urban dishes
Y'all worship niggas, pick ya roll
My shit like Nurk and Lillard cross me
I can leave you horizontal
If we perpendicular
Mastered my Q's and P's like Percy Miller
I don't work with niggas 'cause real
Recognize and they weren't familiar
You get a halo and not a
Hashtag your ninth grade year
I didn't pull you in when we dap
You looked so frail
I'm afraid I was gonna hug you to death
Now I wish I could hold you to life, amen
Police warmers
This is where life expectancy meets karma
Street sagas
Told by a tortured sinner who preach horror
Speak martyr, demon whisperer
Labelled a beast charmer pete Parker
Swinging through broken cities
That we fathered teach toddlers
Flashy convicted felons who beat charges
Peach cobbler, food for your thought if you
Want your peace larger
We robbеrs, gun in my joggers
Don't gotta reach farther
Thеse are the rules but they don’t
Apply to a weak blogger heat sparker
Flamin' filet and spray till the beef darker
Sweet talkers, drug-dealing killers
Known as concrete chalkers street authors
Come get these vivid scriptures that we offer
We fought for justice and peace
Instead we got deep torture see sharper
Aim at these targets like an elite archer
We carve ya, knife in my pistol
Bombin' like P Harbour
Three barbers fade on the track and
Leavin’ the beat scarred up
They say, the funeral is a celebration
So let this verse in the Bible
Verse serve as reverse birth
We all children of Earth and today
We give you back to it i say, amen
Avid reader
Learnin' through pages I've kept
In Trapper Keepers master thinkers
Studyin' paintings hanging in galleria
Strapped Adidas Japanese sneakers
I'm flying past Korea stamp the Visa
Turnin' down women who look
Like Catherine Zeta passive drinker
Premium diva vodka and black tequila
Packed arenas
While you put niggas to sleep like anesthesia
Wack demeanor, ghost to the industry
It's the rap Tsushima
That's Katrina, floodin ’the net
Somebody grab Serena
Back and forth, what’s all the racket for
I captured ether
Stripes earned like the fastest cheetah
Tryin' to catch a zebra
Alopecia, you missing here on the
List of classic features
Cats is weaker, puttin’ out sleepers
Couldn't out-wrap a pita
Factz the reaper, verses eternal
That's word to Angelina at my leisure
I was a prince datin' a ballerina
Had an eager followin’
That procedure was actually deeper
Whiz kid, don't gotta ask Khalifa
This track's a heater
There's something holy about a body
Being put in a hole
And it's not full of holes, God bless
These streets ain't make you it's dinner
So maybe you died but
You didn't get digested, amen
Yeah, this more than a verse from scriptures
Your verses filler hurts-to hear
I toss all that Jazz out
I'm worse than Philip hearses fill up
Funny how Slum niggas can birth a Village
Word to Dilla, when the Stakes Is High
I gotta turn the grill up
They tried to box me in
A nigga burnt the ceiling
Urned the victims, ashes everywhere
It's like I'm burnin' incense
Earning figures
But I'm frugal y'all niggas
Work for pennies worthless spendin'
I keep my ends tighter than Ertz in Philly
Words of wisdom
Looking for validation can hurt your vision
Thirst decisions hit you head on
That's the worst collision
Search the triggers
You was probably rushin' like Herschel
When it's first in inches, I stick to Ramen
I like them urban dishes
Y'all worship niggas, pick ya roll
My shit like Nurk and Lillard cross me
I can leave you horizontal
If we perpendicular
Mastered my Q's and P's like Percy Miller
I don't work with niggas 'cause real
Recognize and they weren't familiar
You get a halo and not a
Hashtag your ninth grade year
I didn't pull you in when we dap
You looked so frail
I'm afraid I was gonna hug you to death
Now I wish I could hold you to life, amen