Hail To The King And his court of love Was it love? Or self-imposed lust. Hey, it's not your duty to me I'm just a boy, not a king It never felt right
Translation: No Use For A Name. Hail To The King.
The King And his court of love Was it love? Or self-imposed lust. Hey, it's not your duty to me I'm just a boy, not a king It never felt right from the
with a pimp cup, illiterate nigga Read the infa, red across your head I'm bread king like Simba Bolder than Denver I ain't a mad rapper Just a emcee with a
like it hard and some like it soft, Yo, bust the groove as I set it off. [scoob:] But wait a minute... ...yo scoob, what's up? Pardon me a moment as I interrupt. For what? For
(Hail di emperor) Hail di emperor King of kings To a fullness 'Ave to express Jah that always been (unu sing) Jah Rastafari We a praise Hail King
in the hands of a god, and also chained to the ground with five chains. Coincidentally (or perhaps not), Apophis is also the name the Hyskos king Aussere
by the crips Pass the L, the last to tussle in them shirttails All hail, King Geedorah, the third rail 700 volts holds rap to a standstill Fool ignore
Hail di emperor) Hail di emperor-or-or-or King of kings To a fullness 'Ave to express Jah that always been (unu sing) Jah Rastafari We a praise Hail King
smash metal like cinderblocks tied to gas pedals sjull spit a full clip chest left holy like a pulpit head and neck snapped like a bullwhip mind is an
down like phonetics. I'm out of this world without the use of telekinetics! Giving credit where its due to the risen long livin', sin forgivin' All hail
where Babe played My niggaz stay in slave But then there is always rebels Me spitting grim He ?mobile? me a slim I do this for my leasure ?As a case of
that strut It's alright, uhn shake that butt Nails filed so neat and petite Perfume aroma smell so sweet Some may say, that sex is a sin I wanna be an a