Lirik Lagu King of Kings - Royce Da 5'9''
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Lemme school you..
[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 disciplesListen (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 manInnermost thoughts locked, dangling from a cross (what)The hotter the heart, the harder - wrapped upCrucified with my chest up, felt forsaken by the FatherWounded rebel (oooh) in JerusalemGettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the DevilBlack man, 5 foot 9, see the dawn when he stares outWith wool hair and feet of bronzeBirdstick, a black staff with brown handleBacktrack; my first kicks, brown sandalsIn the breeze of the surgeon, surrounded by merchantsI'mmaculate birth, conceived by a virginDo a lot in the lyric, due to the true and not livingPure as the white driven human inside of a spiritOr the Cathedral, that's only a quarter illegalSlaughter the people, all for the forces of evilExterior armor, transparent, non-vividThe last grand wizard slash serial bomberHere it is; I'm Heaven sent, livin in HellAll-seeing eye, in hand of the pyramids and keep watchinOut for the death while the beats knockinPlot by the Devil in a blue dress and chief stockingsSpiritual last, equipped with physical massAble to think quick and bring miracles to passThe lost wonder of dark days to breathe light inChrist titan, cough thunder and sneeze lightningControl the thoughts, procore, feed the gatorsSole mediator of code in the Holy War, in front of the mobsAnd a storm comin in MarchLocked 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, thoroughTongue swore of war, speak and slash son of a gunWhen the rumors started I departed - I don't knowsome old shit about me being placed in a tomb in the GardenListen here you lost, I was tortured and died for the causeAnd got caught, disappeared from the crossFirst into a lesson and learned of my return to the Earthin the form of a perfect human specimenThe written jeweler, driven from the face of a leaderSlave of the people, in the form of a hidden rulerSatan's descendents, put a break in what they intendedThe hatred is ended - sway the other way of the sentenceBells'll go and tell, defendants'll go to jailHot coal on ya trail, sinners'll go to HellI got a soul for sale, well;Let's start the bidding at a tragic deathWho knows what's finna happen next?Cousin of death, with predictions that I can promiseGave it to Nostradamus and now he touchin the restThe heart caller, balancing birds on my fingerNerves of a cheetah, birthed with the urge to walk waterFoul searchin, bi-weekly, all-purposeTalk verses in dashikis and fly turbansEnter the scheme of things, all loveAll 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..
[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 disciplesListen (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 manInnermost thoughts locked, dangling from a cross (what)The hotter the heart, the harder - wrapped upCrucified with my chest up, felt forsaken by the FatherWounded rebel (oooh) in JerusalemGettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the DevilBlack man, 5 foot 9, see the dawn when he stares outWith wool hair and feet of bronzeBirdstick, a black staff with brown handleBacktrack; my first kicks, brown sandalsIn the breeze of the surgeon, surrounded by merchantsI'mmaculate birth, conceived by a virginDo a lot in the lyric, due to the true and not livingPure as the white driven human inside of a spiritOr the Cathedral, that's only a quarter illegalSlaughter the people, all for the forces of evilExterior armor, transparent, non-vividThe last grand wizard slash serial bomberHere it is; I'm Heaven sent, livin in HellAll-seeing eye, in hand of the pyramids and keep watchinOut for the death while the beats knockinPlot by the Devil in a blue dress and chief stockingsSpiritual last, equipped with physical massAble to think quick and bring miracles to passThe lost wonder of dark days to breathe light inChrist titan, cough thunder and sneeze lightningControl the thoughts, procore, feed the gatorsSole mediator of code in the Holy War, in front of the mobsAnd a storm comin in MarchLocked 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, thoroughTongue swore of war, speak and slash son of a gunWhen the rumors started I departed - I don't knowsome old shit about me being placed in a tomb in the GardenListen here you lost, I was tortured and died for the causeAnd got caught, disappeared from the crossFirst into a lesson and learned of my return to the Earthin the form of a perfect human specimenThe written jeweler, driven from the face of a leaderSlave of the people, in the form of a hidden rulerSatan's descendents, put a break in what they intendedThe hatred is ended - sway the other way of the sentenceBells'll go and tell, defendants'll go to jailHot coal on ya trail, sinners'll go to HellI got a soul for sale, well;Let's start the bidding at a tragic deathWho knows what's finna happen next?Cousin of death, with predictions that I can promiseGave it to Nostradamus and now he touchin the restThe heart caller, balancing birds on my fingerNerves of a cheetah, birthed with the urge to walk waterFoul searchin, bi-weekly, all-purposeTalk verses in dashikis and fly turbansEnter the scheme of things, all loveAll 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..
