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king karlemagne – the deliverance (#fe2) lyrics

[intro]
uh, yeah
m-m-m-mic check?
ha! alright yeah
let me catch wreck a little bit

[verse 1]
ok, i’m back to destroy, half of these cats with the voice
these b-st-rds whack i’m annoyed, suck like mike jack with the boys
don’t make me have to deploy, a pack of savages off
and they’ll show up like ups minus the package of course
man, all your raps are a bore; sh-t you get back handed for
plus your flow has way less punches, than mannie pac versus floyd
mean while i rap on steroids, i drop an track they rejoice
attached to my sword, swinging it like brad did in troy
your girl’s like batman with toys, she says you whack in the bed
i’m a need all eyes on me, 2pac is back from the dead
biggie just rose out his grave, and pun is gasping instead
of all these f-ggots who spread this whack sh-t i’ll bash in their heads
snap till i’m stacking this bread, drive p-ss and laugh at the feds
for profiling me as just another black man with dreads
sucker this a caesar cut, bag hoes at my leisure, trust
they all just agree to f-ck, the fact that i am me’s enough
it’s pitiful, who’s laughing now? bet you i can back them down
smack a clown, i’m back around, cooking up this platinum sound
i gots to have my revenge, bars are wet bags of cement
you’re either with me or against me n-body straddle the fence
reason i have this resentment is i’ve been battling since, when
momma worked and went to school, she didn’t have all the rent
i barely had any friends, and they would laugh at me since
i am of african descent and now they have to repent
from where it’s cold and frigid, the block where no one’s timid
had dreams frozen pendents, never be co-dependent
i still be reminiscing, stop through and pose a minute
see how my foes surrendered? i hope they know i’m splendid
knew then i’d go and get it, leap of faith i’m going “ribit”
kermit, i’m just sipping tea, smiling as she licks on me
i’ve always kept it a thousand, still got the s-xy ones shouting
some how the skeptics are doubting; what they expect, i’d be pouting?
that sh-t is corny, ain’t it? me i was born to make hits
i’ll be on foreign exchanged six; by the time they’re on or make it
been through the storm, i ain’t quit; i prayed to god for sp-ceships
house with enormous gates, pr-ck; hiring broads for maintenance
f-ck being formal, aye b-tch; after my performance they strip
f-ck till morning shades lift; when i am gone then they split
time to move on, ok trick? five stars the norm, my favorite
motels are more than basic, ain’t that where norman bates lives?
whips like a dominatrix, hey, you ain’t hurting me, jack
f-ck all your nursery raps, put you in dirt for your naps
oh you ain’t heard? well, i’m back! take that sh-t personal black
could never be a hair dresser cause i’d just murder these tracks
i speak to god everyday, and he’s been chirping me back
he said the nerve of this cats, they say a word then react
wait now, observe me attack, man i deserve all these racks
need all of these birds in my trap, a pound of herb in the sack
make it some purp i’ll relax

[interlude]
hahaha, yeah y’all don’t want me me in my bag man
that’s what i sound like when i’m just playing around
but let me secure the win real quick
it’s the kid, respect me!

[verse 2]
i’m used to wearing torn up clothes, never made the honor roll
stunting now we’re worlds apart, ask me we were born as close
fly boy, get paid more than most, i said that to torture foes
condos, h-ll yeah i want those, to shoot p-rnos with my foreign hoes
confidence i conquer with, calm as sh-t still harm a pr-ck
flash like the alarm is lit, i get around like karma kid
had to prove them wrong with this, voyage to deliverance
it’s part two now the bomb is lit, call me king, the arsonist
bet they know whose charm this is, i got this sh-t from goldie
c-ck suckers they know me, man i’m off the block– no goalie
s-x is what you owe me, if you’re married keep it low key
she said karl smack and choke me, like a jihad bet she’ll blow me
and then it’s back to glory, cop it all like axel foley
ask who knows me, i’m ten steps way p-ss you phonies
in my own category, can’t lift my crown that’s too heavy
living legend in the flesh, someone get my statue ready
king!

- king karlemagne lyrics

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