Correction Lyrics King Shit (Say Word) by eLZhi

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[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 the Saint 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
Jay 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
[?] 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, screw you all day, then teach you 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)

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