CASA X - KING (feat. Melkior) Lyrics

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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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 f*cking king!