[Verse 1]
Alien abduction, crack pipe seduction
His weed lip proceed to see shit for telling what's coming
Malachi York talk, see Pale horses running
Gray clouds gather over slave, child and master
Dickies cap turn to a crown, royal pen fell
Laid down this chapters
Red carpet hurling from God hands
Out of heaven's projects, 900 worlds before me
It's no object (Nope)
My six inner eyes foresee so cosmic
My heart beats outside of my chest
To be king these fools, to be lied on my death
God energy hides in my breath
I spit seeds, divinity colliding with flesh
I speak jewels after diamonds are pressed
Inside my skulls are all the bodies of Orion compressed
Now come bless
[Hook] (x2)
To be king - The child, his death, his glory
To be king - The word of mouth, the texts, the story
[Verse 2]
My bars artery bleeds photography
See the artistry in galleries of galaxies and odyssey
Unroll the scrolls of dark prophecies
On top of black gothic pew
Reporting crimes that shift the globe
Priest, the fallen rise, his Book of Job
They said toxins finally took his toll
But look behold, I take you on a Brooklyn stroll
A street kid to a king in robes
Since a shorty throwing dreams, I hold
I'm having strange diagnoses when I'm writing hopeless
I focus, rhymes are drug, potions potent
I fill my blood with a dosage
I see cop cars clapping at convicts, in hot pursuits
Niggas shooting burners and hiring prostitutes
High heels, dark corners, Timb boots
Dealer with lots of loot, demon in amour suits
Houses, barnyards filled with militia groups
I also see a thousand palaces in the sky
My third-eye unchain a phoenix bird, fly
I see hundred of prophets in my conscious
Reaching for my palm through a fence
Then read the psalms, you a prince
Alien abduction, crack pipe seduction
His weed lip proceed to see shit for telling what's coming
Malachi York talk, see Pale horses running
Gray clouds gather over slave, child and master
Dickies cap turn to a crown, royal pen fell
Laid down this chapters
Red carpet hurling from God hands
Out of heaven's projects, 900 worlds before me
It's no object (Nope)
My six inner eyes foresee so cosmic
My heart beats outside of my chest
To be king these fools, to be lied on my death
God energy hides in my breath
I spit seeds, divinity colliding with flesh
I speak jewels after diamonds are pressed
Inside my skulls are all the bodies of Orion compressed
Now come bless
[Hook] (x2)
To be king - The child, his death, his glory
To be king - The word of mouth, the texts, the story
[Verse 2]
My bars artery bleeds photography
See the artistry in galleries of galaxies and odyssey
Unroll the scrolls of dark prophecies
On top of black gothic pew
Reporting crimes that shift the globe
Priest, the fallen rise, his Book of Job
They said toxins finally took his toll
But look behold, I take you on a Brooklyn stroll
A street kid to a king in robes
Since a shorty throwing dreams, I hold
I'm having strange diagnoses when I'm writing hopeless
I focus, rhymes are drug, potions potent
I fill my blood with a dosage
I see cop cars clapping at convicts, in hot pursuits
Niggas shooting burners and hiring prostitutes
High heels, dark corners, Timb boots
Dealer with lots of loot, demon in amour suits
Houses, barnyards filled with militia groups
I also see a thousand palaces in the sky
My third-eye unchain a phoenix bird, fly
I see hundred of prophets in my conscious
Reaching for my palm through a fence
Then read the psalms, you a prince
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