"Our Kingdom" feat. Mac Lethal
PRO I sit atop a mountain of old classics / it’s so tragic Most have turned ghosts / through political caskets I inhabit, a world who’s habits savagely slash Any passion you have, in half, and ask for it back In the form of a track / or any talent you have Being managed by Prozac to hold back your sad Ridalyn for happy / making (emotional) inches of valleys They listen and harass me / send prescriptions in to catch me I’m cache / on a mountain, sitting so high Big L with red eye sight just strolled by I Watch MTV as camouflage, And make my way to the surface / with Nike’s and Bandanas on Another tag along / with a catchy dance and battle song Hoping my influence soon catches on Grab a magic wand / tell the zombies, ’turn and pass my passage on’ ’til my voice becomes a hand / moving plastic Pawns now that my castles strong / due to moderns sorcery I hand unique thoughts to all those who supported me Some left disgusted / when their taste changed enormously Other’s started yelling for a war against conformity I led the charge / by writing verses honestly, "I watch cartoons. You’re gun shit ain’t a part of me" which inspired other individual artistry and I was crowned king, for killing mediocrity it’s us, the kings. Learic: I’m just an earthling but ever since that birth thing The words I bring have got fans thirsting for this verse king First ring of the bell put these kids in a spell Do it well like LL or that dude who had a Story to Tell Battles get gory as hell, vendors with glory to sell Beneath the surface, that’s where all the rawest warriors dwell There’s more to explore at the core of my shell Got you feelin’ like Cinderell at a quarter to twelve (Pray tell) What would compel you to gamble with loaded dice? Leave your whole camp in shambles by planting explosive mics Clear the rubble, this troublesome trio does harm Three Fugitives blame it all on a man with one arm Towerin’ over a crowd in a courtyard This poor bard performs for bored guards who work hard to absorb art My best concepts stay hidden like report cards with all F’s Take a wrong step and end up where the doors are Be on the lookout for three written verses That pose more of a threat than Egyptian curses The slot machine reads three sixes, you need stitches They can’t believe I’m still here like Keith Richards A little dose of old school might save ya Aztext and Mac Leth, the latest Kool-Aid flavor Add Dub and E-Train and we reign supreme An amazing team accurate as laser beams You could say it’s us, the kings
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