his feet and down to the shoes up Can you... like it, I could kill you if you're doing that A reminder for those of you who forget Here's the king...
(*talking*) Oh (oh), oh (oh) this what the streets been asking fa The real Kings, Lil' Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-ha Clover G'z and Rap-A-Lot, different labels
The death of a king Alluring lassos slide on so smooth Tension made of razors Dragging across you The flushing of eyes Couldn't cleanse your abrasions
the kings and queens of promise. We were the phantoms of our selves. Maybe the children of a lesser god, between Heaven and Hell. We are the kings! We
launched again taking off to other spheres and then the noise coming from the purple sky for the earthlings who know it indicates another try kings
look around some all we are all black born in a dream raise like a crime Refrain ...(paroles en lingala) soki o lingi moya kobe missa zoto no masanga Cause we are kings
Long ago in days untold were ruled by lords of greed maidens fared with gold they dared to bare their wombs that bleed kings and queens and guillotines
me, I feel old like a withered tree, these days are passing eternally, you won?t ask me to slow it down, blurred emotions in the crown of the kings of
Hopkins We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts, we traverse far Field and fountain Moor and mountain Following yonder star Oh, star of wonder, star
We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts, we traverse far Field and fountain Moor and mountain Following yonder star Oh, star of wonder, star of might
Na na na ... Paper mache and telegraph poles, things go dead in the night Make enough noise to make enough noise to make you want to jump with fright
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
dies a thousand deaths Kings of oblivion, deadly and divine solution Kings of oblivion, welcome to my revolution Kings of oblivion, deadly and divine solution Kings
We three kings of Orient are bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain moor and mountain following yonder star Born a King on Bethlehem's plain
Yo no quiero ser jugeta de tu dia, Tu me faltes toda la noche y todo el dia, Y ahora tengo sueno de tu amor, Que yo tengo solo sueno de tu amor. Yo no
