I. V. Duncan - King of Kings lyrics

Lemme school you.. [Refrain] I wake up and I don't know where I am I wake up and I don't know where I am I wake up and I [Talking over Refrain] Yo, to all my hungry disciples Listen, let's talk, sit still, sit still Sit still, blackout, listen, the hungriest Kings, kings, kings, sit still Listen, lemme school you for a minute Blackout, blackout [Verse 1] An angel from the lost, spike headband, marked dead man Innermost thoughts locked, dangling from a cross The hotter the heart, the harder - whether Crucified with my chest up, felt forsaken by the Father Wounded rebel in Jerusalem Gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the Devil Black man, five foot nine, see the dawn when he stares out With wool hair and feet of bronze Birdstick, a black staff with brown handle Backtrack; my first kicks, brown sandals In the breeze of the surgeon, surrounded by merchants I'mmaculate birth, conceived by a virgin Do a lot in the lyric, due to the true and not living Pure as the white driven human inside of a spirit Or the Cathedral, that's only a quarter illegal Slaughter the people, all for the forces of evil Exterior armor, transparent, non-vivid The last grand wizard slash serial bomber Here it is; I'm Heaven sent, livin in Hell All-seeing eye, in hand of the pyramids and keep watchin Out for the d**h while the beats knockin Plot by the Devil in a blue dress and cheap stockings Spiritual last, equipped with physical ma** Able to think quick and bring miracles to pa** The lost wonder of dark days to breathe light in Christ titan, cough thunder and sneeze lightning Control the thoughts, po' corps, feed the gators Sole mediator of code in the Holy War, in front of the mosque And a storm comin in March Locked in the physical form of the son of the God [Refrain] [Verse 2] The true and living son of the son, thorough Tongue sword of war, speak and slash son of a gun When the rumors started I departed - I don't know Some old sh** about me being placed in a tomb in the Garden Listen here you lost, I was tortured and died for the cause And got caught, disappeared from the cross First into a lesson and learned of my return to the Earth In the form of a perfect human specimen The written j**eler, driven from the face of a leader Slave of the people, in the form of a hidden ruler Satan's descendents, put a break in what they intended The hatred is ended - sway the other way of the sentence Bells'll go and tell, defendants'll go to jail Hot coal on ya trail, sinners'll go to Hell I got a soul for sale, well; Let's start the bidding at a tragic d**h Who knows what's finna happen next Cousin of d**h, with predictions that I can promise Gave it to Nostradamus and now he touchin the rest The heart caller, balancing birds on my finger Nerves of a cheetah, birthed with the urge to walk water Foul searchin, bi-weekly, all-purpose Talk verses in dashikis and fly turbans Enter the scheme of things, all love All thugs get judged by me, the king of the kings [Refrain]