King Shit (Say Word)

[Intro]

All king everything

Call me sire from the traces of royalty in my blood

All king everything

Call me sire from the traces of royalty in my blood

All king everything

Call me sire from the traces of royalty in my blood

All king everything, yeah

[Verse 1]

I'll tap dance on your medulla oblongata wearin' Prada

Pull your card and do you dirty, think of the Ramada

Smoke a lot of trees in the breeze with the suntan

None can shoot my dreams down, screw your gunman

Your unplanned actions get you fractions in that one hand

Who's hotter than Nevada trap houses with a spun fan?

​eLZhi, my poetry will paralyze

Picture poison darts arrow-sized that isn't sterilized

They know the name, but wouldn't speak it after dark three times in the mirror

But they always have remarks like, "This ain't King shit!"

Where my motherfuckin' crown at?

I'll leave a standup nigga on the ground, flat

And whoever sleepwalkin', keep talkin'

You found somebody's poor baby in a cheap coffin

Jae said, "Kill anything movin' that don't play dead"

I'll take you out the picture, glitch your jpeg

And I ain't really come to play around

Come place a car to spray your town, I'll lay the mayor down

But I prefer to spit a gamma-ray

And drop a couple lines that's uplifting like a Grand Marnier

At parties in the mansions on the hills where James Cameron stay

A page from Alabama, country grammar off of Grand Marnier

Aye, now who the G.O.A.T. fearin' and roach-smearin', the anecdote serum

Me, me, me, minus the throat clearin'

[Chorus]

King shit

I'm married to my faith as long as the ring fit

You catch penalties if you goin' at your mans

The writer leaves with broken fingers and fractured hands

Say word, I slaughter thugs and slay nerds

Drunk off power and they stay slurred

Say word, fuck what they heard

I'm on the rise like the son of God on day third

[Verse 2]

Fit hollow heads to the stars with one foot in the grave

And live to tell the tale

Held the scale down with this raw, you thought you inhaled the pale

White horse, school you all day, then teach you a night course

I am Luke in Miami meets Luke usin' the light force

Rockin' Cancun, flyin' over sand dunes

'Bout to land soon, we out April, May, and June

Say word, your plots against me bombed, I'm sure the green beret heard

Take your loss if your boss escaped back with Schwarzenegger, was in awesome shape

I was on cassettes speakin' murder over caution tape

I got a question; does anybody make music anymore?

Like Biggie at 24 or Nas in '94, I hear lies behind war

Y'all thought it was curtains, I just disguised the encore (Uh-huh)

You should've kept a bar of who you thought of steppin' on

That's the luck of the draw, a leprechaun with his weapon drawn

I will have you on the next thing

Smokin' like a cess rain from the L train to a X-wing

Then rock the boat more smoother than a war cruiser

And beat stiff competition 'till they sore losers

I'm cut from the cloth of Nazareth

You won't find at your local mall, small plaza, or a massive thrift store

Nor a bully punchin' nerds makin' glasses shift

Who get indicted with the same friends they cut classes with

And keep heat, I'm the wolf and y'all are sheep meat

If you sittin' at the top it's probably in a cheap seat (All day)

[Chorus]

King shit

I'm married to my faith as long as the ring fit

You catch penalties if you goin' at your mans

The writer leaves with broken fingers and fractured hands

Say word, I slaughter thugs and slay nerds

Drunk off power and they stay slurred

Say word, fuck what they heard

I'm on the rise like the son of God on day third