Kings - Lupe Fiasco

Kings - Lupe Fiasco

  • Year of release: 2015
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 2:52

Below is the lyrics of the song Kings , artist - Lupe Fiasco with translation

Lyrics " Kings "

Original text with translation

Kings

Lupe Fiasco

As I proceed to go dig through an old crib

Hold kids as I blunder through a pharaoh house

Thug Bones in guild did the parrow piss

But arrow heads then let the marrow out

I literally won’t leave lettuce since I’ve received the brita

And when the sea leaves the land, who will feed the rivers, huh?

Crazy busy, make me, make me miss ya even when I’m with ya

If a phone calls in the club, but the music is too loud around to hear it

Do I still have to clear it?

Example: now I don’t list samples in my lyrics

Myth be told, 60 souls perished in the perish bill

Rode a pair of wheels on 50 scrolls with a pair of quills

Answered the question Americas, Amerikills

Been living inside envelopes with a pair of sills

Tall man like downfall from a pair of stilts wearin' heels, that’s high

As I proceed to find silver lining, it’s stalagmite

Cat eyes and scarab crowns on a black grace

Two wave, not to see bubonic plague on your rat face

Practice on the uttering till it lactates

Then begin the butterin' of the pancakes

Push it to the margin flood the garden to the land lakes

Associate with mates who spit inside of they handshakes, yeah

As I walk through the shadow of San Fernando Valley

Walkin' like fingers how, how they rally on pianos

Up and down the dials I WKRP, in Cincinnati

Let’s settle on the station like «Last gas for 100 miles»

May I have this last dance?

Grab her hands then proceed to do the runnin' child

Vindaloo the stomach growls, introduced to somethin' wild

Until we see civilization, Walmarts and Chik-a-falashios

Patients, our art isn’t intimidation

But you can’t process the progress

If you get your style ques from outta Complex

Nah nigga, that ain’t hot

No, no and no shots, no boas and no thots

I walk 'em over to motorboat on the yachts

To go so sober on all the shirk and on overdose on salats, haann

Francis Ford Coppola’s broken plots

Hyannis Port localists rollin' in open drops

Titanic corpse smokin' from openin' dose with chops

Like Cannock moonlit leader loakin' with loaded Glocks, haaaan!

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