T.P. Allstars - Kings, Gods, Legends lyrics

[Verse 1: Son of Light] Camelot returning The fire's still burning The wheels are still turning Kingdom come now Seven riders apocalyptical darkness Eliminating luminations with tactical heartlessness In a breath, back from d**h Return of the living legends back in the flesh Fresh and so vivid the imagery is religious Theological prophecies building bridges [Verse 2: Diaz] Tee's the fifth element heaven sent creature When the horns of Jericho blow it'll reach ya Trust me, ain't nothing holy 'bout the holy ghost Hell's open your quick to find your a** roast Another season, another harvest Another reason to build the hardest (T.P.) Do sh** or scram this is Lucifer's land Crew, gang or clan's only few that'll stand [Hook: The Loudmouf Choir & Son of Light] (x2) The kings The kings came back from the dead The gods Be the gods, we came they fled We the legends We over your head just like heaven Now witness the return of the seven It's T.P [Verse 3: The Loudmouf Choir] T.P. the nonprofit organization Doing charity for the asian, black and caucasian We uniting the nations Yeah we're f**ing amazing Loudmouf getting crazy with the masturbations We faking the hate when we hating the fake We debating with the hating so we hating Opaque We great, baking the cake With the cherry on the top Drinking from a furry cup T.P. we stir it up [Verse 4: Tech-Rock] We enhance the battle plans for 07' Modern warfare, fall like battle scarred legends, Kings Things ain't what they appear to be The seven headed beast armed to the teeth and the enemy Bear the shame, our heroes have been slain Buried beneath the fields where you reap that we ingrain There with those weep tears of pain T.P. left with another decade to reign [Hook: The Loudmouf Choir & Son of Light] (x2) [Verse 5: The Loudmouf Choir] We in the building We building Doing it for the children T.P. we the gods do your jobs be the builder We top building we like stars man we're nuts Loudmouf laying pipes hard on 'em s*uts And we start 'em and such, we stars getting huts Hitting the largest bu*ts (?) in the cup We got the hardest nuts And they shaved and polished They be hanging there dangling in the face of a goddess [Verse 6: Karma] It's the V.O.T. to the CLI to the CK T to the P hey He ain't playing right we'll beat up the DJ Scream on the mic beat the sh** out the PA Get out the way, we head out to stay It's like they invited the dead out to play Slightly aroused, red spread out the brain T.P. ain't the blood I can let out the bane [Hook: The Loudmouf Choir & Son of Light] (x2)