KING (feat. Melkior)

You are now listening to Marvelouz Music Deep established, keep it drastic When the beats at ease i'm a drop an EP an release a hat trick Pen a paragraph like Steven King, or Christopher Nolan (Wow) Mind f*ck when I write up, twisted an colder than fists full of coal An visions dissolved in the system controlled an told if it fits in the mould an I puzzle together a masterpiece an pull apart Every sentence On a roll in my own class last released while they still be marking attendance Crack open a bullet i'm snorting the powder like it be some sorta capsule (Sniff) I know that I shouldn’t, I know its not good but of course I still fall for the trap still Stuck in the depth like the rest an they fuckin' with meth like Redman Swept under the bed like bedpans now wonder whats next like X-clan Rrrah, i’m like a target missile that never misses This art is a Fistful of elements an the devilish artificial intelligences So tell em forget it I’m telekinetic I’m selling a relic an Dealing with panic an Telling a medic I’m iller prophetic an still as mannequin Poetic but real as iv ever been, plus I’m feeling benevolent They wanna know what that means hah F*ck it man tell em forget it then, Yeah Now Let em know exactly what I mean (Yeah Yeah) So they know they fuckin' with a king (Yeah Yeah) I'm the don, head honcho, i'm the chief (I'm the chief) And I keep that pistol strap super clean (So clean) My history done made me this way (Yeah Yeah) And I don't give a f*ck what nobody say (Nobody) Coz I be running these streets (I be running these streets) And you gone find out what I mean I'm the fuckin' king! Spin it on wax they mimicking that thinking they're bad, clickity clack Mickity mack, picture me running a track like A victory lap (Huh) Listen I’m bringing it back (Huh), sick of the gimmicks in fact (Huh) Giving a minister flack sinning it's villainous iller than Mac Miller on track, (Yeah Yeah), let me start again with a little bit of this energy Spill a bit of Hennessy then be feeling like theres, ten of me (Ten of me) I'm hollow inside its true what I say when I get on a song but When I swallow my pride its usually with a chaser of something stronger An I follow my stride I’m moving at a pace which your kinda fond of I'v forgotten my lines, the musics been laced with double entendres I'v been, way up, never told a lie that's why they say I’m the truth I’m still way up, when I write rhymes I can’t be contained in the Booth I'm a force to be wreaking with, was born with a neck that twist An morphed into the exorcist transformed into a pessimistic orphan that was bred like this Then I’m back to my normal self when the sun rises an direct light hits Now Let em know exactly what I mean (Yeah Yeah) So they know they fuckin' with a king (Yeah Yeah) I'm the don, head honcho i'm the chief (I'm the chief man) And I keep that pistol strap super clean (So clean) My history done made me this way (Yeah Yeah) And I don't give a f*ck what nobody say (Nobody) Coz I be running these streets (I be running these streets) And you gone find out what I mean I'm the fuckin' king! Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Nobody I'm the chief I'm the chief bae So clean So clean I'm the fucking king!