Muph & Plutonic - Your Choice ''kings'' lyrics

L.A. to down under What up Muph, let's give it to em! It's 2004 It's time to make your choice So I'm the king of this kingdom, like a pimp in prison Handing out women, for a minimum fee, for free! Keep living with an ambition that exceeds binge drinking I'm no victim, I believe in this team swinging Hitting the dreams I've seen the seems ripping The obscene missions?, size lipping fiend? for the steam drifting From the bitumen, creamed by the stream of riddle And booze I choose to mix it in This was a life I was living in It's alright for most but I was a host to giving in The simple things affect the citizens within my fortress I was willing to let the sins burn the skin of the ones that fought this Raucous, thoughtless, pauper who ignored the corner That was closing in, so now I'm focusing On noticing the details between servants, serpents, jesters and sea-snails The queens, the females, I inhale their beauty An exhale a head spin, my duty is to use thee Power I've got, to look after the ones I love full stop As a king of my world I feel this is my job As a king of my world, this is my job "You can't wear my crown you clown" "This is my time to live" "You can't wear my crown you clown" "Thank god I'm alive" Well my job isn't a job, it's all that I wish And it's why I'm involved, so I'll solve this No prob, use my noggin and she's all mine Like a thought with my dick but?, fed her just to line? Is it better just to rhyme or do I rhyme better thinking? Hard to let it sink in, I'm smarter with my ink pen And larger, chart your face value and now you Understand the game plan and how to say your name brand style too Cause everybody's got a dream inside Red light, green light, when you gonna scream and drive I'm driven, I drove the whole ride Matter of fact I'm giving lessons, I sold the old sky Bought a bright new blue one, for the night who's viewing For the sights we're seeing are freeing all the locks up Bullies and the jocks just die after high school To stay alive you gotta ride with the right crews People get screwed, and hammer out the kinks Don't wanna make the news but I'll slam another drink Drunk punks pump to save the world We want money, freedom and girls... I said young god's out, to change the earth Give me respect?, fact?, freedom and dirt "You can't wear my crown you clown" "This is my time to live" "You can't wear my crown you clown" Feeling anxious, young rappers want to get signed My advice is do it yourself and take your time Stabilise your mind, never plagiarise your rhymes If you're capable of lines, that captivate the human kind You'll make it, independent kingdom creation Keep your enemies close and hold the henchmen sacred They'll try and leap over walls and crawl into your basement A real king or queen is eager and keen but patient Your rule of nation is your own life you're facing Panels and boards short circuit in the control station Your soul stays pacing, until the unbreakable is breaking While their chasing, I'm pacing and making decisions On how to improve this kingdom, blueprint plans and missions I overstand the division, make use of the truth and the equipment I remember Drano dishing out CD's, pure heads that reach the eastern streets Way before I even hooked up through Obese, the shoes be the pavement I catapult my tracks in the form of a laid back attack As the arrangement stays within my civilisation And I begin, to roam towards my throne and move towards bigger things