Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Royce Da 5`9"Название : King of KingsДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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[Chorus: sung] - in background I wake up... and I don`t know where I am.. I wake up... and I don`t know where I am.. I wake up... and I.. [talking over chorus] Yo, to all my hungry disciples Listen (let`s talk) sit still, sit still. Sit still (blackout) listen, the hungriest. Kings, kings, kings, sit still (the hungriest) Listen, lemme school you for a minute. Blackout, blackout (blackout).. [Verse One: Royce] An angel from the lost, spite headband, marked dead man Innermost thoughts locked, dangling from a cross (what) The hotter the heart, the harder - wrapped up Crucified with my chest up, felt forsaken by the Father Wounded rebel (oooh) in Jerusalem Gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the Devil Black man, 5 foot 9, see the dawn when he stares out With wool hair and feet of bronze Birdstick, a black staff with brown handle Backtrack; my first kicks, brown sandals In the breeze of the surgeon, surrounded by merchants I`mmaculate birth, conceived by a virgin Do a lot in the lyric, due to the true and not living Pure as the white driven human inside of a spirit Or the Cathedral, that`s only a quarter illegal Slaughter the people, all for the forces of evil Exterior armor, transparent, non-vivid The last grand wizard slash serial bomber Here it is; I`m Heaven sent, livin in Hell All-seeing eye, in hand of the pyramids and keep watchin Out for the death while the beats knockin Plot by the Devil in a blue dress and chief stockings Spiritual last, equipped with physical mass Able to think quick and bring miracles to pass The lost wonder of dark days to breathe light in Christ titan, cough thunder and sneeze lightning Control the thoughts, procore, feed the gators Sole mediator of code in the Holy War, in front of the mobs And a storm comin in March Locked in the physical form of the son of the God [Chorus: sung] w/ adlibs I wake up... and I don`t know where I am.. I wake up... and I.. [Verse Two: Royce] The true and living son of the son, thorough Tongue swore of war, speak and slash son of a gun When the rumors started I departed - I don`t know some old shit about me being placed in a tomb in the Garden Listen here you lost, I was tortured and died for the cause And got caught, disappeared from the cross First into a lesson and learned of my return to the Earth in the form of a perfect human specimen The written jeweler, driven from the face of a leader Slave of the people, in the form of a hidden ruler Satan`s descendents, put a break in what they intended The hatred is ended - sway the other way of the sentence Bells`ll go and tell, defendants`ll go to jail Hot coal on ya trail, sinners`ll go to Hell I got a soul for sale, well; Let`s start the bidding at a tragic death Who knows what`s finna happen next? Cousin of death, with predictions that I can promise Gave it to Nostradamus and now he touchin the rest The heart caller, balancing birds on my finger Nerves of a cheetah, birthed with the urge to walk water Foul searchin, bi-weekly, all-purpose Talk verses in dashikis and fly turbans Enter the scheme of things, all love All thugs get judged by me, the king of the kings.. [Chorus: sung] w/ adlibs ...don`t know where I am.. I wake up... and I don`t know where I am.. I wake up... and I don`t know where I am.. I wake up... and I don`t know where I am.. I wake up... and I don`t know where I am.. I wake up... and I don`t know where I am.. I wake up... and I don`t know where I am.. | Похожие исполнители:
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