is pleading. This, this is christ the king, etc. So bring him incense, gold and myrrh, Come, peasant, kin to own him; The king of kings salvation
him incense, gold and myrrh Come peasant King to own him The King of kings, salvation brings Let loving hearts enthrone Him This, this is Christ, the King
Child is this who, laid to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is Christ
him incense, gold and myrrh Come, peasant, king to own him The King of kings salvation brings Let loving hearts enthrone him This, this is Christ the King
is so underrated Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin' Ain't no other kings in this rap thing Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon This rule is
What child is this, who laid to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is
Son of Mary, Mary An Angel's song is sung Mary's time has come to best So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh Come peasant King to own Him The King of Kings
waitin' for another anthem I say it?s in the blood cause it notin' but rhythm And rhythm goes on and on to the break of moon, baby The dads is gone but they used to come
where we come from Some come, Mad Child's a stun gun dumb dumb Violent phantom, shine like Green Lantern Ill temper tantrum on national anthem [Saukrates] This is
that, spit to it Sorry people, party people This ain't kids music Nope, this is violence (Violence, violence) This is violence (Violence) Violence The champ is back (Yup) This is my anthem
Christian, fear: for sinners here The silent Word is pleading. So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh, Come, peasant, king, to own him. the King of kings
, haste to bring Him laud The Babe, the Son of Mary So bring incense, gold, and myrrh Come peasant, come king to own Him The King of kings salvation
bring Him incense, gold and myrrh, Come peasant, king to own Him The King of kings salvation brings, Let loving hearts enthrone Him Ohh This, this is Christ the King
for them Now the national anthem Satellites up in the sky Pulled down to the ground I was king of an island Now my mind is an island There's people coming
, now what have we here? Thugs and poets, ah yeah What we seem to have in common is we're common as air Yes, the lowest rung of anthems sung each day
bring Him incense, gold and mirth Come peasants king to honor Him The King of kings salvation brings And loving arms enthrone Him This, this is Christ the King
-lizard-lizard, uh It's the almighty king koopa, chamillionaire The color changing lizard, the mixtape messiah Please stand for the ghetto national anthem