Camo - Name Me King lyrics

[Verse 1: Camo] My styles monkey, monkish, shaolin Was it an ape or the wind that was howling When i knocked yours out and Flooded your housing, hear your family shouting While theyre drowning So many floating bodys, soggy my styles karate Like a party with a disk jockey hardly More like, a bicycle kick to the dental I make them tremble in the temple The building or the mental Filling them with spoken then broken pencils Thats verbal lead if you didn't get it My kickings been written, listen I got the biggest spigot and you got a ticket To the biggest frigate, ready to sink Cause its cold when im spitting Im the affable animal, the laughable Practical, damnable, national, radical madrigal from mandibles Infallible phallus that admirably handles those Weak paper chasers who are flammable Im the predator in the jungle call me cannibal The masculine American African With a talisman in the Vatican Skinny as Atkins is, the blackest skin My heart beats pathogens Im a cla**ic friend, like Attica More verbs than the word n***a per capita In Yakima or Africa, and the metaphorical word play for 2 times half of ya Go ahead and track back the path that ya Decided to proceed to walk down, i rocked your talk Blood on my smock now Im a myth, like the croc in the lock now But soon? ill rule so have fun with that mock crown [Hook: Camo] These n***as will name me king These n***as will name me king (yeah) Theyll name me king These n***as will name me king [Verse 2: Camo] I spray spoken Aks all day Dont get Jacked son, Oshea Mouths a black gun, no way To those Anglo Saxons, oy vey Or the southern faction, oy yay Even smack the black ones who flow late Or the math ones who propagate Im the last one who flows with haste My actions keep me pro-ly placed And pa**ions keep me solely based At the summit, above 100 puppets Who plummet and play my trumpets I k**ed them and ate them, made them asked who done it In the stomach while im humming Consummate cognizance, while walking in moccasins Confident im Solomon in a hologram Ill devour all of them from intolerant cosmopolitans To your congressman, a continent Im confident, Washington is watching him Problem is hes a novelist, opulent or the opposite Constant apologist whos dominant, inhale oxygen And what i exhale is raw Nextel-ing all my calls excelling at all Expelling felons and rebels with cause, the devil In the vessels ethel pause [Hook x2: Camo] [Verse 3: Wes C] Drinking a bottle its that Jackie Chan Drunken Master, Wu Tang So dirty ba*tard All my verses cla**ic like Old school cars, pa**ion in bars Undressing your broad, kicking a**es and breaking jaws Ducking the law Weighing out what could happen but never letting it weigh me down We bout that action Ravage, im tapping into brain matter Mapping out the patterns Sending letters to god just hope i got the right address