The prophets gaze on Akkadian skies Cities crumble, all will die... Last of the ancients beneath the tide Unknown grave from ruins arise Awaken from
The rising, the swirling.....mist Forming halos around your head Cold black fingers......reaching Caress, caress of the dead Eyes open wide Searching
Raise the death mask, from the Empire of the Sun Slaves within the ocean, time can't change what you've become Akkadian fathers, buried with their sons
Cold eyes, gaze on obsidian skies A single tear, the end of the last days Weep an ocean, flood this cursed land Our darkest days have come at last We
made a fortune off of his passin' All I did was build a dynasty, off of his passion And I'm addressin' the adolescents absent to who he is The original king
what you are Rock dust light star Rock dust light star I'm a square pier in a round hole Maybe there's no place left for my wounded soul Maybe the King of Kings
Grit my teeth spray till every nigga's gone Got my block sewn armored dope spots Last thing I sweat's suc-suc-sucka punk cop Move like a king when I
a shovel in a p-ssy, or devil to them p-ssy Spill the champagne on them p-ssies Yeah, same shit different rest room Stop playing, I turn ya chest into a flesh wound
back, so say hey hey, show me some metal and say Hey hey hey hey, aah, gat, fuck y'all I like AC-DC and ZZ Top Bocephus, Beasties and the Kings Of Rock
that's me, swish With the king uncaged As seen on the stage Sharp as a blade Set to blow with no grenade Kaboom you sucker nigga Pussy like a wound
that's meeeee Swish [T.I.] With the king uncaged As seen on the stage Sharp as a blade Set to blow with no grenade Kaboom you sucker nigga Pussy like a wound
rope You're looking for help from God, you say he couldn't be found Looking up to the sky and searchin' beneath the ground Like a king without his crown, yes, I wanna get down A king
. Why would someone stay around, after all the things you've done? Remember I'm the king of the broken hearted, I've always been a friend to the wounded
me down as an angry man Got a big chip, you want a fat lip? How 'bout a mouthful of chiclets? Life passed me by, but it's not my fault I'll lick my wounds
I say next should I talk about some cars Or the next chapter of my life and show you all my scars Or my bullet wounds, and my stab wounds I can't show
News Just give me somethin', somethin' I can use People love it when you lose, they love dirty laundry Well, I could've been an actor but I wound up
sushi with warm saki If I'm rappin sloppy, she got me... [Kool G Rap] Welcome to my world, danger and hazards Gang of bastards, bangin they ratchets King
is it the mindstate that's ill? Creating crime rates to fill the new prisons they build Over money and religion there's more blood to spill The wounds
