Snake Hollywood - Return Of The King lyrics
rate me(Hook)
When you hear the trumpets and the horns, you know it's on
When the king come home, get out my throne
This is kingdom come, you aren't born
This ain't the same ol' song, this a act of war
I put you down, you force profits and idle drown
In a pool of blood, you pullin' sensitive thugs on the back of my crown
When the king come home, get out my throne
This ain't the same ol' song, this an act of war
(Verse)
Betta get that boy a mollie, flowless and guntle
Comatose from this overdose
So much dope that'll roll up an I.V.
Betta roll up the carpet befo' I get hot and blow up the orbit
I'm a convict at heart, and am sharp when I rhyme
And rip it thru the insides of my targets
You can feel the impact, you can feel the kickback
You will get ya feet pushed back in
Impelled with the shelf from this vocal gap leap
Released from the soul of the crack in
Beast, so you'll see, just east of Manhattan
I'm attackin' and rappin' at the same damn time
My flow phenomenal, these white niggas betta vamonos
Sweet trap nigga with a lot of hoes
Black whole (???) smoke
Legendary god Osiris, defecate and the vomit decipher
Meditation, the calm and the vices,
Verbal instinct to perform in the Chryslers
Priceless, the floor regarded as Picasso
With no regard for life, he's holdin' hostages
Twimpin' bout the code of survival
His life is known by the Bible
And these righteous moments timal travel
Fast as lighting bolt, when the king come home,
Abandon home!
(Hook)
When you hear the trumpets and the horns, you know it's on
When the king come home, get out my throne
This is kingdom come, you aren't born
This ain't the same ol' song, this a act of war
I put you down, you force profits and idle drown
In a pool of blood, you pullin' sensitive thugs on the back of my crown
When the king come home, get out my throne
This ain't the same ol' song, this an act of war
(Verse)
First to, now couples circle with this murder music
Loosing my perspective, I'm swervin' thru without the use of a weapon
Lyrics cohesiveness, my spirit awakens and so is the reaper's
Recaught my greavaces, then spit and tell you a convulsive seizure you in
Street niggas shit, thru the eyes of this militant
I thrive for the benjamins, time and again seems poverty's locked
And me? We ride for the ten percent.
And the MC play fo' nothin'. They face, the cotton's a crazy fuck
No retreat, no surrender, I blow you niggas,
Send all yo' family to dust.
Must I bust my ratchet to show my skill, that this murder is real?
Flowin' so brilliantly focused, giving a coma, giving my soldiers drills
When the king returns, the incompetents and the gimmickers burn
Like a nigga wit a palm to (???) paper cut dipped in dish detergent
Lyrically like the sickness,s I endope the boof in plains
Holler that bitch is jock up the witness, I am overproof wit daemons
Like so, but any rapper tryna sustivate my character
Better rap for them amateurs, I got that 40 karat that sounds
(Hook)
When you hear the trumpets and the horns, you know it's on
When the king come home, get out my throne
This is kingdom come, you aren't born
This ain't the same ol' song, this a act of war
I put you down, you force profits and idle drown
In a pool of blood, you pullin' sensitive thugs on the back of my crown
When the king come home, get out my throne
This ain't the same ol' song, this an act of war
