Lupe Fiasco - Kings Lyrics
[Verse 1]As I proceed to go dig through an old cribHold kids as I plunder through a pharaoh houseThug Bones in gilded apparel pissBut arrow heads then let the marrow outI literally won't leave litter since I've received the BritaAnd when the sea leaves the land, who will feed the rivers, huh?Crazy busy, make me, make me miss ya even when I'm with yaIf a phone calls in the club, but the music is too loud around to hear itDo I still have to clear it?Example: now I don’t let samples in my lyricsMyth be told, 60 souls perished in the parish billWrote a pair of wills on 50 scrolls with a pair of quillsAnswered the question 'Americause?' AmerikillsBeen living inside in envelopes with a pair of sillsTall man like terror bills downfall from a pair of stilts wearin' heels, that's highAs I proceed to find silver line in a stalagmiteCat eyes and scarab crowns on a black graceToo wave, not to see bubonic plague in your rat facePractice on the uttering until it lactatesThen begin the buttering of the pancakesPush it to the margin flood the garden to the land lakesAssociate with mates who spit inside of they handshakes, yeah(Pharaoh, pharaoh, pharaoh)Yeah, yeah, yeah[Verse 2]As I walk through the shadow of San Fernando ValleyWalkin' like fingers how, how they rally on pianosUp and down the dial until I WKRP, in CincinnatiLet's settle on the station like "Last gas for 100 miles"May I have this last dance?Grab her hands then proceed to do the runnin' childVindaloo the stomach growls, introduced to somethin' wildUntil we see civilization, Walmarts and Chik-a-fallaciousPatience, our art isn't intimidationBut you can't process the progressIf you get your style cues from outta ComplexNah nigga, that ain't hotNo, no and no shots, no boas and no thotsI walk 'em over the motorboat on the yachtsTo go so sober on all the shirk and on overdose on salats, huh?Francis Ford Coppola’s spoken plotsHyannis Port localists rollin' in open dropsTitanic corpse smokin' from openin' those with chopsLycanic moonlit leader loc'in with loaded Glocks, huh!
