Parallel Thought - Leo Chorus lyrics

[Hook] I must be the king You be Be the king I must be the king Be the king I must be the king You be Be the king I must be the king Be the king [Verse 1 – C-Rayz Walz] I'm not a human being—I'm a human doing Watchin' humans movin' through these rooms and ruins Dust to dust. In the cut without puss We Peroxide. What's hip hop without us? My verse is pregnant with so much contraction I'mma give birth to a segment The kid Rayz wanna raise kids. f** a racist That pencil mind state need erasers Adults thinkin', "The youth is so evil" The kids thinkin', "f** them stupid old people!" My angels are with me forever I look at the big picture and it's the angles I treasure I hang with the bums Of course my slang bang in the slums I am the remaining one My fans think I'm rich ‘cause they seein' the wealth You started rhymin' so you wouldn't have to be yourself [Hook] [Verse 2 – C-Rayz Walz] I watch p**n in fast forward to see what's coming/cumming ‘Cause sometimes s** is nothing/nutting But on some old school sh**, protect the youngins I'm bugged out—Walz is the best at buggin' My advice to all, big, short, little, or tall I Skribble Jams on walls next to bathroom stalls I'm a rock star like, “Yo, hit the cymbals harder” In the pridelands, God, I am Simba's father [Speaking] Simba, remember. There are things in the world to discover. When you love yourself, it is easy to love another. Overstand, things are not always what they seem. See them for what they are. And remember, you be. You are the king [Hook] [Verse 3 – C-Rayz Walz] Peace to Rosie the Riveter We are political prisoners waitin' for God to deliver us Waitin' for lies We look to the skies and wonder why Jesus don't visit us Study my thesis ‘til it's anti-left If my blindness help me see, why can't I rep? They cut off your mind when you work with your hands When you work with your mind, they cut off your hands Everybody loves a quitter, so I stop smokin' stogs And fixed myself up in that broken home Equipped with truth. Life is difficult ‘Cause like the Roto Rooter man, I got sh** to do I'm Hype Lee with Thai Chi discipline Got white teens listenin' to I-Ching penmanship Truth to behold, the golden soldier molded once Pieces, the beginning to the old so If you love my music, I love you back ‘cause my music is actually me If you a thug or a nerd, white or black, I C-Rayz/see rays universally I don't need to bling to do my thing I'm royalty, so I must king Leo