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cee - kings of rock lyrics

verse 1: gravity christ
yo, i know a million ways to k!ll a motherf+cker with words
i’m the remedy, the energy, the adjectives and verbs
i’m a gamer with charisma, you can peep my twitch
shoot a rapper first person, leave his ass in the ditch
like a pastor when i pass the basket, run bills
it’s only a baptism if you was born with gills
rap rappin’ with these aussies, drinking beer and selfies
they hit my cell phone, they know i roam and i’m stealthy
a backpack, some weed and a little coffee ristretto
a cuban missile crisis and training coke in the ghetto
i’m living like i’m promised another planet and pain
you swear to god i’m a crip the way i’m k!llin’ the game
see the bottom of your feet when i’m blastin’ plasma
like the hulk, it’s your fault if i black and tag ya
titan smash on your tent and take a p+ss on ya fire
i’m the king of rock and i don’t get tired

verse 2: cee
let’s go, yeah, throw me a fender and i shred the sh+t
rockin’ since a youngun, only stoppin’ when the pencil hit
put me on a f+ckin’ track and they object to sh+t
i do ‘em how israeli’s did gaza, boy, and dead the kids
f+ck ‘em, this ain’t for radio to play it though
the haters finna hate but it’s what the tastemakers are achin’ for
these little f+ckboys trend following, best holla at
the team who runnin’ that next power sh+t, test stopping ‘em
i’m drinking india pale in the canadian winter
a meat pie and pavlova, australian dinner
we rollin’ with an og from los angeles
wild c+nts with stages and beats that we cause damage at
yeah, we f+ckin’ rock kings with a rap habit
champagne taste with a crack budget and acid manners
we axel and slash, hammett and hetfield
morello, de la rocha, motherf+cker, pay respect still, still
verse 3: notion
ayo guitars wailin’, and y’all sayin’ we don’t rock this?
we van halen, aussie blood, got no options
glad you stopped in, yes b+tch, we top 10
like who wants to be a millionaire, we locked in
cuttin’ c+nts off, as i tighten my circle
i’m using that firewire, so the slice’ll burn you
i served you, yo i’m airborne like bird flu
i’m put here to murk dudes, i’m puttin’ in work, duke
and that’s just me, i’m mindin’ my b+i
buzzing like a beehive, mendin’ my three eye
gee, why, do all these clowns keep harassing me?
young un+classy g’s, i’m done with the baggage, please
so we finna slap back society
spillin’ my drink all over the curb, ignoring sobriety
exploring the wiring of how we are made
whoa, times have changed, even more so now, we slaves, engage!

- cee lyrics

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