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Born King N.Y.

 

Born King N.Y.

(álbum: Grief Pedigree - 2012)


Born King, never yield
All day, heavy steel
Born King, never yield
All day, heavy steel

Food for thought, meals essential
Shrine your mind, build your temple
Food for thought, meals essential
Shrine your mind, build your temple

I paint hard on the tender canvas
Do damage with skills, make you amend your standards
We stole the show, can't contend with bandits
Fresh from the mountains to douse 'em with ten commandments
Came back, they was worshiping the calf
Enlisting rhymes I certainly wouldn't draft
Disperse a verse, this is church up on the ave
I burn niggas, see 'em working in the staff
Rhymes full of rage, struggle every line every page
Some miles on my times with the gauge
Live, don't mind showing signs of my age
Run out of ammo, we can try with the blades
Mastered the skill of attack, hard to defend
Chrome superior, stone exterior, I'm harder within
Take you on a journey, you could charter my pen
Act funny and, money, I GemStar you a grin
I'm too raw for you fraudulent rap
With a gun too long for the small of my back
Strapped with holster, toaster
Got niggas riding for you, I approach your chauffeur
Yes the freaks bless the meat, call it kosher
Trying to spring up to Summer, but for some the fall is closer
I did shit many only dream about
I know I'm late getting here, I took the scenic route

Born King, never yield
All day, heavy steel
Born King, never yield
All day, heavy steel

Food for thought, meals essential
Shrine your mind, build your temple
Food for thought, meals essential
Shrine your mind, build your temple

I made something out of very little
Steady dribble with the griddle for the bread and kibble
Got it sewn, watch me thread the middle
Public servant, but was never civil
I was armed when your moms said bedtime
And the hunger in the streets fed headlines
Had a slew of blue nicks and red dimes
I'm legit so I admit to said crimes
No paper raps, just lead rhymes
Niggas spit they shit, I bled mines

Born King, never yield
All day, heavy steel
Born King, never yield
All day, heavy steel

Food for thought, meals essential
Shrine your mind, build your temple
Food for thought, meals essential
Shrine your mind, build your temple

Lemme touch that, I'm King Midas
All my lines is cold, y'all Spring writers
Shit I scribble is a vigil, bring lighters
Don't want fall, build walls like Ming fighters

Born King, never yield
All day, heavy steel
Born King, never yield
All day, heavy steel

Food for thought, meals essential
Shrine your mind, build your temple
Food for thought, meals essential
Shrine your mind, build your temple

feito

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