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18 Dead Kings
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Nitin Randhawa
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Part I: Jay Rock - King's Dead (Minimix) Part I Miss me with that bullsh*t (Bullsh*t) You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist) I be blackin' out with the purist (The purist) I made a hundred thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it) I made 500 thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it) I bought a '87 for the weekend (The weekend) This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want) This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want) And it's like that, lil' b*t*h MVP, I don't get no sleep, no, I don't like that, lil' b*t*h Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil' b*t*h Do it bite back, lil' b*t*h? Need two life jackets, lil' b*t*h I ain't gon' hold you, I ain't gon' press you, never control you I ain't gon' front you, keep it 100, I don't know you Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin' over Stutter steppin', got a Hall of Fame in all my posters I've been ready, my whip been ready My b*t*h been ready, my clique been ready My sh*t's been ready, my check's been ready My shot's on full, that's Armageddon I got pull, I hope y'all ready My tank on full, you know, unleaded I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up My shots gon' fire, my team gon' roll up Ménage-à-trois, my queen gon' roll up I hope y'all ready, you know I'm ready I reign all day, you know, confetti I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt Miss me with that bullsh*t (Bullsh*t) You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist) I be blackin' out with the purist (The purist) I made a hundred thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it) I made 500 thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it) I bought a '87 for the weekend (The weekend) This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want) This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want) Miss me with that bullsh*t (Bullsh*t) You're not a gang member, you's a tourist (A tourist) I be blackin' out, I be blackin' out Bought an '83 Cutla** for the weekend (For the weekend) I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (Then I freaked it) I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (Then I freaked it) I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah F**k his baby mama tryna sneak diss I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (Then I freaked it) I haven't made my mind up, should I keep it? (Should I keep it?) I got big dog status, it ain't no secret La di da di da, slob on me knob Pa** me some syrup, f**k me in the car La di da di da, mothaf**k the law Chitty chitty bang, murder everything B*t*h, I'm on a roll and I put that on the gang Yeah, miss me with that bullsh*t (Bullsh*t) You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist) I be blackin' out with the purist (The purist) I made a hundred thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it) I made 500 thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it) I bought a '87 for the weekend (The weekend) This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want) This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want) Hey Em, you know you're my favorite white boy, right? If you're patiently waitin' to make it through all the hatin' Debatin' whether or not you can even weather the storm As you lay on the table, they operatin' to save you It's like an angel came to you, sent from the heavens above They think they're crazy, but they ain't crazy Let's face it, sh*t, basically They're just playin' sick, they ain't sh*t They ain't sayin' sh*t — spray 'em, 50! A to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them with me And turn this day into f**kin' mayhem, you stayin' with me? Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryna confuse you When I let loose with this Uzi And just shoot through your Isuzu You get the message? Am I gettin' through to you? You know what's comin'? You motherf**kers don't even know, do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix 'em up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the f**k do you got? You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot The juggernauts of this rap sh*t, like it or not It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot You put your life in this, nothin' like survivin' a shot Y'all know what time it is, soon as 50 signs on this dot Sh*t, what you know about death threats, ‘cause I get a lot Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers Some cowards f**ked with the wrong building They meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children, it's nuclear showers There's nothin' spookier You now about to witness the power of f**kin' 50 I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on You can stunt if you want and yo' a**'ll get rolled on If it feels like my flow's been hot for so long If you thinkin' I'ma f**kin' fall off, you're so wrong I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead Destination heaven Sit and politic with pa**engers from 9/11 The Lord's blessings leave me lyrically inclined Sh*t, I ain't even got to try to shine God's the seamstress that tailor-fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain, I could spit at your dame Straight out the good book, look, n***as is shook 50 fear no man, warrior, swing swords like Conan Picture me, pen in hand, writin' lines Knowin' The Source will quote it When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter? I caught cases, I copped out, does that make me a quitter? In this white man's world I'm similar to a squirrel Lookin' for a sl*t with a nice b*** to get a nut If I get shot today my phone'll stop ringin'..... Yeah, miss me with that bullsh*t (Bullsh*t) You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist) I be blackin' out with the purist (The purist) I made a hundred thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it) I made 500 thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it) I bought a '87 for the weekend (The weekend) This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want) This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want) Yeah, miss me with that bullsh*t (Bullsh*t) You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist) I be blackin' out with the purist (The purist) I made a hundred thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it) I made 500 thou' then I freaked it (I freaked it) I bought a '87 for the weekend (The weekend) This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want) This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want) Part II Changes Is you gon' do something? What you want? Red light, green light, red light, green light Red light, green light, they like, we like Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads Egotistic, goin' ballistic, why God? Born warrior, lookin' for euphoria, but I don't see it I don't feel it, I'm paraplegic, tapped in when I'm maxed in Comp-Town with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background I was absent, never OG, standout I was lackin' everything else but doubt In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum N***a, ad-lib and I sing out loud Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope They was like, "Nope," I was like, "Boo yaow, boo yaow" Yeah, God, tee off the day Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate Throw me off, I be, "Off ya head" Well ate, on C4, I'm way off the edge F**k integrity, f**k your pedigree, f**k your feelings, f**k your culture F**k your moral, f**k your family, f**k your tribe F**k your land, f**k your children, f**k your wives Who am I? Not your father, not your brother Not your reason, not your future Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit Not your message, not your freedom Not your people, not your neighbor Not your baby, not your equal Not the t**le y'all want me under All hail King Killmonger Red light, green light, red light, green light Red light, green light, they like, we like Fast cars Part II: Rich Brian - 18 (Minimix) Part III Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, oh it's a vibe Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, vibe When I jump into the temple (when I) Prefer a local mental Bending knees and wishing place inside to hide low, go Took a beer I need a 这个beat让你倒地 能力超出你底线 帮助你觉醒 或是打听你的一字一句 都已经到期 都是我玩具 都对我赞许 所以才会把你领地占据 Yeah, like I'm running the game (game) Don't you f**k with my fame Light it up, spark it up, burn it into flames I'm the one and only motherf**ker from the East All them b*t*hes lining up to feel me, spit it then I peace Gettin' in my zone (gettin') I do this sh*t alone (I do) I'm the Yeezus of the East You need to Watch the Throne (yeah) All this ice be on me but I still be risin' I’ll be on your labels but I'm still ridin' Say that I be falling but they see me flyin' When you peep me, I’m at the top Ayy, turn up, turn up Oh now, the tides are turnin' I ain’t never, ever doubt what I’ve been affordin' All this ice be on me but I still be risin' Say that I be fallin' but they see me flyin' All this ice be on me but I still be risin' I’ll be on your labels but I'm still ridin' Say that I be falling but they see me flyin' When you peep me, I’m at the top Ayy, turn up, turn up Oh now, the tides are turnin' I ain’t never, ever doubt what I’ve been affordin' All this ice be on me but I still be risin' Say that I be fallin' but they see me flyin' Yeah, tell your chick I like her, take it on my Leica And I'm always stacking paper, but my name ain't Michael Got a crib in Indo, it's tall just like the Eiffel I could get her number if I put it on my right, yuh God damn legit, told me that she liked my fit When I take her out to dinner, man, the check ain't gettin' split Don't look like I'm getting thinner with the chickens and the ribs Man, your b*t*h is what I say One day, I saw her and got the kiss Don’t say my name, I never wanna breathe your air Coke and Kool-Aid, there’s just some sh*t you don’t compare I got a x-ray and I just saw my old girl there She was my ex babe, but now I really just don’t care I'm so tired, but my mind is racin' F**k with me and see what kinda problems you'll be facin' Friday 13th, I make you look like you're my Jason Like a damn femur poppin', just what I’ve been cravin' All this ice be on me but I still be risin' I’ll be on your levels but I'm still ridin' Say that I be falling but they see me flyin' When you peep me, I’m at the top Ayy, turn up, turn up Oh now, the tides are turnin' I ain’t never, ever doubt what I’ve been affordin' All this ice be on me but I still be risin' Say that I be fallin' but they see me flyin' Part IV They said that I won't make it They said that I won't change They say that I'm not flexin' (Pow-pow-pow) Now they say wow, you've changed (skrrt) Now they say why you change Now they say why you changin' Yeah, they ask why you've changed When the rest ain't looking like me (Fourteen and Seventeen) No way, no way, stay the same Got that purple in my vein Ain't that hard to feel that pain While I'm rocking Saint Laurent Purple body like a Saint Ooh, big body would you like a tie I'm just swerving, smoking on some dank I'm just tryna f**king ease the pain ‘Fore I blow my mind like Kurt Cobain No-o-o-o-o taste No-o-o-o-o change No-o-o-o-o change Yeah, and I promise I won't change And I promise I'm the same Trippie Redd, you know my name B*t*h, they say that I'm insane I might blow your f**king brain B*t*h, I'm fly just like a crane Feels like I'm fallin' off a plane Feels like I'm fallin' off a plane And that b*t*h got angel wings And spitting all these flames Ain't you know I like the lean Ain't they know I like the lean They said that I won't make it They said that I won't change They say that I'm not flexin' (Pow-pow-pow) Now they say wow, you've changed (skrrt) Now they say why you change Now they say why you changin' Yeah, they ask why you've changed When the rest ain't looking like me Ooh, call my name Spit at your feet 'Cause I'm alone Don't call my name Need some sleep And just sing along Skateboardin' down at Washington Square Lookin' for quarters Maybe afford a falafel for dinner, ugh I’m so broke man, scholarship apologin' Facebook messages from college kids who hollerin' Girls like, "we love you, we go to LSU You gotta do a show so we can come and molest you" This rap stuff is magic I used to get called "Oreo" and "Faggot" I used to get more laughs when I got laughed at "Oh, you got a mixtape? That's fantastic" But everybody thought it was jokes though They half right, the joke is I got flow so don't act like You ain't sittin' there with your friends like, it can't be I know Donald Glover, he weak man, he campy I'm still knocked down, but I up the ante Me and hip-hop, that black Sid and Nancy Don't call my name Need some sleep And just sing along Don't call my name Need some sleep And just sing along
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