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saskilla - solomon's temple lyrics

[chorus: ten dixon]
yeah
we are the king of kings
just like solomon’s temple, the king of kings
we know the deepest tings
dem man dere got the deepest sins
dem man dere got the cheapest bling
wave, know we’re gonna do this ting
i said wave, know we’re gonna do this ting
yeah, yeah
we are the king of kings
just like solomon’s temple, the king of kings
we know the deepest tings
dem man dere got the deepest sins
dem man dere got the cheapest bling
wave, know we’re gonna do this ting
i said wave, know we’re gonna do this ting

[chorus: ten dixon]
yeah, yeah
we are the king of kings
just like solomon’s temple, the king of kings
we know the deepest tings
dem man dere got the deepest sins
dem man dere got the cheapest bling
wave, know we’re gonna do this ting
i said wave, know we’re gonna do this ting
yeah, yeah
we are the king of kings
just like solomon’s temple, the king of kings
we know the deepest tings
dem man dere got the deepest sins
dem man dere got the cheapest bling
wave, know we’re gonna do this ting
i said wave, know we’re gonna do this ting

[verse 1: sask!lla]
i beg you likkle man try tell me something
listen up, likkle man, can’t tell me nuttin’
my niggas put that food on the road
supply the whole strip, put curry in mutton
if they really want something, fully on popping
wasteman in my pic, i’m fully on cropping
godson in this, i’m fully on dropping
every spitter in the game, i’m fully on topping
yeah, yeah, yeah, i’m fully on
it’s cold outside, put a hoodie on
gonna teach you a lesson, get my bully on
whole of my team rock, blud, i’ve got a milly on
views on youtube? got a million
pain in my heart got me spitting like a philly don
cause i know real pain, you hear me, son?
you know real pain? then you hear me, son
granddad died by cancer
in a coma and you can’t even holler man
try book a flight, get a phone call, yeah
granddad died that night
now you’ve got your face in your hands
with rage in your heart, wanna end your life
then i realised, blud, there’s more to this
my lifestyle took a metamorphosis
no more spending dough for the sake of it
no more f-cking hoes for the sake of it
every minute on this earth is a major gift
i just wish everybody could taste a bit
i’ve gotta stack up loads, but when
it comes down to the charity, man’s gotta break a bit
i know we can’t sell the whole of the godd-mn world
but let’s keep on changing it
man are teaching the youth a faith innit
cuh the older generation are wasting it
it’s like they pulled up to the worldwide bank of ideas
and the notes are counterfeit
blacklisted, i move around a bit
i made an oath for myself, i’m breaking it
that i wouldn’t have to body the beat a bit
and make an mc shit out his leaky bits
my tunes in the past, i’ve beaten it
and when you’ve got it like i’ve got it, you’re sweeping it
gotta take criticism to the mind, not the heart
man can’t be afraid to change a bit
i know facing our own demons
can sometimes make man lose his faith, innit
but you gotta have pride or you won’t have a seat in hell
with the mandem waved, innit?

[verse 2: jamkvy]
the road’s evangelist, the street’s my altar
through the mic, i preach the portal
in the flesh, i heave immortals
rhymes live from the top to the bottom
with the death of a cancer stick
dropping shit rappers, they don’t know what practice is
virus meeting norton
[?] on my things to do, probably the least important
next to giving a f-ck or going to clinic
to check if my beats has caught things- pause
or something when the beast is talking
unless you’re giving me the info to who you’re banking with
then tell me your full name, address and hand the card
the chip, the pin, kitchen knife i used to shank you with
yank and break the phone
hanging up on the police you’re calling
now we should find out if your face can stand my smiths
what to do next? slam my quib
smoke a spliff, get run up on by feds and caught recorded
the events from last night, regarding the fight
on the table next to a plate of human organs
not mine, cutting these rappers
walking around like they’re important
next time, don’t trust somebody without credentials
doing a gastric byp-ss
after a month of [?], give me a couple of bottles of alcohol
i’ll be slumped by morning
all work, no play gets borning
but when the money comes in, there’s no snoring
grinding in debt with a snow clip but i’m northern
so you know i be a right orchid
i can see you with the eye of horus
you niggas aren’t ready to war us
eat pork, smoke crack and talk righteous
mike tyson, slam niggas and typewriters
ryu, ken, nigga, we’re street fighters
i don’t see you cramping my stylus
black wiling, f-ck trump, i’m cosigning
baptising, i must be so inspiring
cause a rioting, the government tryna hire him
but i’m vibesing, just tell him i’m doing my ting
black sheep, mad heat, they wanna sign him
max b how i be with this rhyming
it’s mad [?] where i be so come find him
still wiling, mount everest, still climbing
right moves, right dudes and right timing
your crew, your name left untitled
don’t look, don’t move and don’t try shit
that slut, your girl, i wouldn’t wife it
don’t chat my name and don’t hype it
i’ve been running this shit, you don’t like it?

- saskilla lyrics

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