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(Kings) Oh Marco It's crazy Where them crowns at? (Kings) I'm from the V-I-Double-L-E, like M.O.P Where cats walk around like, "Him or me?" Art of survival, tryin' to calculate the heart of a rival Understand like part of the bible, this a revelation They say niggas never learn, this an education Since Malcolm and Martin we've been marchin' for a better nation Is this a big meltin' pot, or is it seperation? I'm breakin' bread with the tribes, no reservations Yo, we gotta make it as a federation Are we livin' together, or is it segregation? Jim Crow laws hem no flaws I'm tryin' to run it up like ten more scores The chain of command, analyze the brain of a man That understands the shame and the pain of a fan They can't comprehend all these songs he's hearin' now And can't understand what these dudes is wearin' now But think back when we was young, 'bout the same age Our parents, they looked at us in them same ways We was playin' DMC and Fat Boys (Fat) Letras de cancionesAnd they was sayin' to us, "Turn off that noise" Told us, we gotta listen to some real music Earth, Wind and Fire, somethin' you can feel music From where I stand, it's like the view is panoramic When my retirement is announced, the fans'll panic 'Cause that's one less soldier in the greatest fight The love is heavy in my heart and the hate is light Then every other summer an up-and-comer Thinks he can jump right in my shoes if he plays his right (Kings) But these are Mutumbo-size in my humble eyes And this is no small feat for these mumble guys Man, you know the drill like a cavity Comprehend the gravity of my savagery I'm so underrated, it's a travisty Where's the praise and the raise in my salary? Got a wife held up by life to marry me We dress to impress and get fresh like Barry B Yo, you would think we on a date night It's hard to get in, you won't believe what the wait's like We tryin' to see what it taste like But it's hard to fit in, you won't believe what the hate's like The game of life's full of crazy things It's so intense, makes no sense like baby rings Until the overweight lady sings We'll leave you this body of work 'til they say we kings (Kings) Yeah, 'til they say we kings I grew up to be a king for the city I rep I grew up to be a king for the city I rep I grew up to be a king I grew up to be a king I grew up to be a king I grew up to be a king for the city I rep I grew up to be a king for the city I rep (Kings) From Letras Mania