From King - CONWAY THE MACHINE

To know that you are God

Is another of saying you feel completely with this universe

You feel profoundly rooted in it and connected with it

You feel, in other words, that the whole energy which expresses itself in the

galaxies is intimate

It is not something to which you are a stranger

That in your seeing, your hearing, your talking, your thinking, your moving

You express that which it is which moves the sun and other stars

Yeah

Go time, nigga, look

Take one hit of this pressure, I’m feelin' faded

So many verses of the year that I’ve written, I’m feelin' jaded

Jail call, ask how he doin', he said, «I feel amazing»

And that’s when he told me, «Watchin' you make it, I feel I made it»

Made me think 'bout how I’m actin' ungrateful and still complainin' (Uh-huh)

Even though behind the scenes of this industry shit is dranin' (Psh)

I been keepin' quiet, I been refrainin' from speakin' my mind

So when you hear 'em talk behind my back, just keep that in mind (Keep it in

mind)

Yo, they ain’t real as you thought

Them niggas, they talk about me behind my back 'bout the shit that I bought

(Hah)

I bet them niggas is salt

'Cause I done stacked so much paper on my own that I can fill up a vault (Cap)

Look, me and Shots the new Wee-Bey and Avon Barksdale

Marlow and Chris, we spray the K (Brr)

Leveled up, at least fifty what we see day-to-day

We are not the same, I wrote this on a PJ with Ye (Ha)

Look, you can’t hold me, ice the band of the Rollie

And put it right on the hand of my homie, you can’t control me (Cap)

I had a brodie up the can' slowly (Huh)

I gave all my shooters the ultimate green light, I’m D’antoni (Get everything)

And my story is far from finished (Huh)

I got my shoes off in them offices talkin' business (I'm comfortable)

I’m a motherfuckin' brand, I’m a walkin' business (Uh-huh)

We can’t have a convo unless it involve six figures (Not at all)

The homie facin' fifty years, turned my dog religious (Free the homie)

We don’t believe none of they bars, know it’s all fictitious (We don’t believe

that cap, nigga)

We at your baby mama house cookin' raw in the kitchen (Whip up)

And when I’m done cookin', I made that bitch wash the dishes (Hahahaha)

Machine, bitch

Yeah, From King to a God, nigga

Address me as king

God level flow

Celestial beings

The Machine

Yeah

You challenge us?

Fellas, all you’ve done is unified us even more

Because as it’s been said a million times

When you’re nWo, you’re nWo (For life)

Anytime, boys

A very serious stare

A very serious look, demeanor from Kevin Nash

A lot of times, he’ll come out here

Smiling, joking about the nWo (nWo)

And about how the nWo is running over WCW

But that was not the case here

He has thrown his name in the hat, he says he wants to be with Hollywood Hogan

and Scott Hall—