kings and queens Hear the choirs of noise sing take a load off my mind soothe me Live like kings and queens, live like kings and queens Well, easy sleazy in and
翻訳: キリングジョーク. 王と女王.
Cos I'm drunk and flyer I'm the super hero minus all the chump attire And I bleed hardly Tell your idol his times up And he's barbe-cue Every rhyme lined
, we know kings Only dime dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens Yeah we wild like rock stars who smash guitars Yo son split his face with the toast, he ain't Ghost It's no joke
with poems, got a jones for dinero 1-6-zero my songs we throwin' elbows The hoes cling, sho thing, we know kings Only dime dikes, with minds right, we choose Queens [Masta Killa
It's a country boy with the king of rock And y'all can't stop this real hip-hop It's Colt and DMC and it's all good He's rippin house Queens I'm straight
Queens And see others dream about being supreme But once on the scene, we start killing Kings People claim we're too wild to tame On stage we behave like sizzlin' flame And
But, now competition is none, now that you're gone And these niggaz is wrong, usin' your name in vain And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't
the end of the bar we thug-killers, Ice Grill-as, who already out like a pack of gorillas you and your man get the fam, must be joking must be the dust
for black and Wrong ingredients maybe too much herbs and spices Maybe you got hungry for the wrong dish Southern greens and this entice them how them joke
when it comes to niggaz bread And snitches go from rags to riches right into the feds Cause coke is queen and money is king and niggaz want the crown
let it go I might laugh and joke but I'll let a nigga know I'm the same motherfucker from 84 And I still do it in the aftershow And I don't like to
complex I got you carrying glocks and tecs And got you feeling hesitant To step on stage and represent It's your complex that rips and wrecks your confidence
, rap rhyme Rap class, I'm here to fail and to pass To continue, from the more, hype tip I roll and rock, rock and roll Jazz and pop, rhythm and Blues Dance and
now competition is none, now that you're gone And these niggaz is wrong -- usin your name in vain And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about
