him when his tongue lies through his brain Even after three times, he betrays me I?ll bring him down, bring him down, down A king with no crown, king
Can I be unhappy? Look at what I see: a beast in furs and crowned in luxury. He's a wealthy man in the poorest land, a self-appointed king, and there
or three screens watch a nigga be to the left I lean 50 karats in the crown, niggaz no more sceam just to let you sucker niggaz know I'm the king this
drop for the bitches Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it Anything you hear that I said, I meant it King got the crown then sped off it
Westward leading Still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light Born a babe on Bethlehem's plain Gold we bring to crown him again King forever, ceasing
bright Westward leading Still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light Born a babe on Bethlehem's plain Gold we bring to crown him again King forever
. Where I shall meet my mother some glad day. Her work on earth is done, the life crown has been won And she will be at rest with Him above. And some
crippled, did they see? Did they speak out against Him, did they dare? Did they speak out against Him, did they dare? The multitude wanted to make Him king, put a crown
everyone," he said, Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he turned their heads. Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him
Lord when in the crib they found him Oh my Lord A golden halo crowned him Oh my Lord They gathered all around him To see him and adore (This day will
She could see him comin' like a hundred other liars It was no big deal Rosa had a lover on the shady side of town Tito, he was king op the streets She
the newborn King And shepherds left their flocks and came to see and worship Him Once upon a Christmas away in Bethlehem And all the world rejoiced because the King
Westward leading, still proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect light. [Melchior:] Born a King on Bethlehem's plain, Gold I bring to crown Him again King
rhythm for you to know it's a rap You said you was king, you lied through your teeth For that fuck your feelings, instead of getting crowned you're
the bone, back in the zone, Let him alone, you don't wanna go eggin' him on! It'll never be my chair that your on Crown so tight that it cuts off circulation
'm home Bad to the bone, Back in the zone, Let him alone You don't wanna go eggin' him on It'll never be my chair that your own crown so tight that it
, When the jester sang for the King and Queen, In a coat he borrowed from James Dean, And a voice that came from you and me; Ah but while the King was
heard about Nas and Jr. Gong gonna turn it out Body the verse until they scream "murder" out The kings is back, time to return the crown Who want it?
