Kings (feat. Sheisty Khrist)

Sire of sires, hiding behind squires
 Similar to the emperors transparent attire
 My guillotine swings and kings become silent
 Let the blue blood run red to make violet
 Let the brand new blood shed define violent
 Fighting over the chair that's highest up in the air
 The crown lives forever for never a lack of heir
 How do lambs try to come to lay claim to a lions share?
 Everybody claim to have a kings just cause
 Most wanna be the king just cus
 Its become about as mindless as Midas minus the touch
 Or a search and seizure of Ceasar's whole harem of sluts
 Minus the nuts
 Top of the mountain is much colder
 Coming for the crown that's rapped round ya molar
 Striking to bring fin to a shit eating grin
 Most made men turn maiden
 Few are brave till the end
 (Sheisty Khrist)
 Yes!
 They playin checkers not chess
 Check the way that I move on the set
 King shit
 On the throne leaning, leg across the armrest
 Gold chains draped on my neck
 King shit
 I seen guys with dreams they had wings to fly
 Get crushed like flies
 King shit
 The king dies, and darkness will touch the skies
 But the sun shall rise
 King shit
 (2: Deacon The Villain)
 You can bow or watch your bough break
 If the King swing leave you looking like some round steak
 You just jest
 Punch you in your clown face
 Fire turned flesh
 Turn you in you into pound cake
 Smokin something loud as the crowd
 When this castle forged steel came round to ya brow
 And ya crown fell
 I'm flyer than the ravens
 Carrying the news on your new found enslavement
 Any last words for your tombstone engravement
 As laymen lay with yo ladies for payment
 Cool enough to pull a coup in a coupe
 That weak talk make me sick, somebody brew me some soup
 Any regrets I'll let you brood in a noose
 When I come home to roost get reduced (hol' up!)
 And fuck ya flag you need trust for truce
 Death to anyone who cuts you loose
 I'm talking that king shit
 (Sheisty Khrist)
 Yes!
 They playin checkers not chess
 Check the way that I move on the set
 King shit
 On the throne leaning, leg across the armrest
 Gold chains draped on my neck
 King shit
 I seen guys with dreams they had wings to fly
 Get crushed like flies
 King shit
 The king dies, and darkness will touch the skies
 But the sun shall rise
 King shit