pistol mine is chrome Where'd I get this wrist full of shiny stones By writin these live hooks rhymes and poems Swollen is back to reclaim the throne
t know) "Am I a fool?" (We'll see) [Killah Priest] The Lord takes me, gathering speeds before winds High currents, {?} places we formin wings Kings offering, thrones
You see her there at the bar cross the room She looks like an angel with her paint and perfume You'd like to meet her your conscience says no Obey your
know about the Mobster Elites Crucial Conflict and dem Do or Die flows? Whatchu know about Kellz & Twist Two multi-platinum artists steppin' out the suicide doors? I ain't claimin' the crown or the throne
get up in the game beware Put a pimp on a hope and then say your prayers Got this ocean so damn potent player Put you on a throne like a broken chair
hair long And my fans who been so patient, me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation Hate the rumours, hate the bullshit Hate these fucking allegations, I'm just feeling like the throne
And my fans who been so patient, me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation Hate the rumors, hate the bullshit, hate these fucking allegations I'm just feeling like the throne
we flosses, packin' Nina Ross' Nigga, thought you knew how we do it Ain't a damn thing changed, always on them thangs Forever and a day, so back up, gimme room
bitch, label me a criminal Deal with any nigga when doin' times get critical Cops crewed out cause I was tryin' to get too physical Now I'm in this room
Oh, how sadly sound the songs, the queen must sing of dying A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing If she could see her mirror now She would
High on her snow covered mountain From her throne she looks down at the clowns Who think youth can be found in a fountain High on the wings of her rhythms
from the flaming moon And I see you in the streets, I begin to swoon And I love to see you dress before the mirror Won't you let me in your room one time
tales have told of sphinx on his throne create an aura unique his superior mind doesn't need space or time pass through rooms of now and past and leave
some of that patience, Lord, I will keep my eye on my goal Patience, give me some of that sweet patience, Lord, I will keep my eye on the ball From my room
the back of your hands point to the cross Scratches on walls in a room draw out your loss Your islands are conquered and you are returned to the throne
disc jockeys didn?t play stuff I mean way way, Marvin Gaye way back and I pray that you will Come with me, let us journey past this melody Give us room
She broke your throne, she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Well baby I have been here before I've seen this room