Jack The Ripper - The King lyrics

[Intro] Long live the king ... (8X) [Hook] Tears drop as rain bangs against the windowpane Jamming the R.E.D. album, long lives The Game Through my veins I can relate between sane and Insanity, will I die this life in vain? They had us chained in circles but from where does freedom ring? You pray to God you were the master of your own dreams X marks the spot, things ain't really what they seem I feel Martin's pain, long live the king [Verse 1: Jack Tha Ripper] Long live the king No queen, no Gina No Coretta Scott, I'm stuck with two middle fingers These women play you for a fool and leave you double f**ed sh** out of luck, wishing you f** the girls that never gave a f** That you had a girl to you she meant the whole world, she just a hoe! I told you, she wasn't yo' type of girl Come to think! You didn't even have a chance to buy a ring You were her s** slave, much less than a human being Don't trip my n***a we on to bigger and better things Political pictures, government cheese See what this cheddar brings Make enough to spare change to some of the dope feigns Open up doors to success we might have to sell a few keys I'm begging to give my best so you ain't gotta say please The Coldest Winter Ever, even hell gone freeze Word to heaven, I'm set this whole rap kingdom on fire My tongue is a sword, Yung Knight I'm a Sire! Long live the king! [Hook] [Verse 2: Jack Tha Ripper] From the projects to the castle I capitalize on one throne no ha**le We warriors! Fighting to the d**h but blood ain't enough No rations, at war I'm starving for your guts To explicit for victims who ain't got no vision Division got you divided against each other, we need mathematicians! That know they ones, twos, threes no money on 'em Thats gone rob, have a price on yo' head put a number on 'em Jack Tha Ripper the realest n***a alive, I do it for my team When T. I. was in jail, I screamed "Who's the king?" Cause Lebron James ain't got it in him, he don't wanna win Always pa**ing it, unlike the '72 Miami Dolphins Ask the Hip Hop Preacher how bad I want it I got a whole collection of wins I don't buy it I own it, Patron it I'm full of last shots until my gas tank on empty Hanging from the top long live the king, lynch me! [Hook] [Verse 3: Jack Tha Ripper] Too many dead people praying from up above For a true hero under God, Z-Ro's defining of a thug 1-8-7 we real nothing less Here to take over the throne, competition at it's best Came in with my balls, leaving with respect Alpha to Omega, gold and purple like the Lakers My eye is on seven Odds are with me I'm betting on black, red Jewels all around me I'm in a checkered suit Long live I, king me! [Hook] [Outro] Long live the king ... (8X)