Kings CunninLynguists (Ft. Sheisty Khrist)

[Verse 1: Natti]
Sire of sires, hiding behind squires
Similar to the emperors transparent attire
My guillotine swings and kings become silent
Let the blue blood run red to make violet
Let the brand new blood shed define violent
Fighting over the chair that's highest up in the air
The crown lives forever for never a lack of heir
How do lambs try to come to lay claim to a lion's share?
Everybody claim to have a kings just cause
Most wanna be the king just cus
Its become about as mindless as Midas minus the touch
Or a search and seizure of Ceasar's whole harem of sluts
Minus the nuts
Top of the mountain is much colder
Coming for the crown that's rapped round ya molar
Striking to bring fin to a shit eating grin
Most made men turn maiden
Few are brave till the end

[Hook: Sheisty Khrist]
Yes!
They playin checkers not chess
Check the way that I move on the set
King shit
On the throne leaning, leg across the armrest
Gold chains draped on my neck
King shit
I seen guys with dreams they had wings to fly
Get crushed like flies
King shit
The king dies, and darkness will touch the skies
But the sun shall rise
King shit