[Pre-Chorus:]
Gold stacks
Off slave backs
Slave trade
Cut King's checks
Muscle wars
Make King's flex
And k** other kings
With no regret
[Verse1:]
And a million little men
Make gold plaques
Of the kings who
k**ed for mo' cash
To make artifacts
For the poor cla**
Build a self made religion
With idols cast
Every single image
With face of man, Man
Mother boards
Persian sands
Herion or amphetamines
Don't matter the material
When we build our dreams
We all Kings in our own schemes
Scheming fo' high-rise
Flyer things
We King our throne
'til we k** our own
'til we dry our bones
'til we dead and gone
[Verse 2:]
I just met a king had his own castle
I just met a king had to close his castle
Where the crows gather, it's a closed casket
Writing on the wall is a closed caption
It's hieroglyphics, a tomb for the king decorated with a treasure that's dying with him
Everybody on the surface still trying to figure where to start digging
Trying to find what's hidden
Got you seeking what you never could measure
Them hanging gardens of Nebuchadnezzar
The 8th wonder or caped wonders
That's falsified or fossilized
Taste wonder when you chase wonder
It can take you under or you see it all
It's a seesaw, or you see Solomon and bow to a God who can seize it all
Bridge:
Authority's our idolatry
We redefine - all we see
Sex, power, philosophy
Power, money, economy
Kingdom's rise
From a million thieves
Glory hungry - all fiends
Fame, Worth, Monopoly
Praise, worship, The Art of Me
Chorus:
Kingdoms' Calling
Kingdoms' Calling
Kingdoms' Calling
Kingdoms' Falling