Ransom & Big Ghost Ltd - All The King’s Men lyrics

[Verse 1: Ransom] Lord to the ghetto, king to the street corner Police warmers, this is where life expectancy meets karma Street sagas, told by a tortured sinner who preach horror Speak martyr, demon whisperer, labelled a beast charmer Pete Parker, swinging through broken cities that we fathered Teach toddlers, flashy convicted felons who beat charges Peach cobbler, food for your thought if you want your peace larger We robbеrs, gun in my joggers, don't gotta reach farther Thеse are the rules but they don’t apply to a weak blogger Heat sparker, flamin' filet and spray till the beef darker Sweet talkers, drug-dealing killers, known as concrete chalkers Street authors, come get these vivid scriptures that we offer We fought for justice and peace, instead we got deep torture C-sharper, aim at these targets like an elite archer We carve ya, knife in my pistol, bombin' like P Harbour Three barbers fade on the track and leavin’ the beat scarred up [Interlude] They say the funeral is a celebration So let this verse in the Bible verse serve as reverse birth We all children of Earth and today we give you back to it; I say, Amen [Verse 2: Mickey Factz] Avid reader, learnin' through pages I've kept in Trapper Keepers Master thinkers, studyin' paintings hanging in galleria Strapped Adidas Japanese sneakers, I'm flying past Korea Stamp the Visa, turnin' down women who look like Catherine Zeta Passive drinker, premium diva vodka and black tequila Packed arenas, while you put ni**as to sleep like anaesthesia Wack demeanour, ghost to the industry, it's the rap Tsushima That's Katrina, floodin ’the net, somebody grab Serena Back and forth, what’s all the racket for, I captured Ether Stripes earned like the fastest cheetah tryin' to catch a zebra Alopecia, you missing here on the list of classic features Cats is weaker, puttin’ out sleepers, couldn't out-wrap a pita Factz the reaper, verses eternal, that's word to Angelina At my leisure, I was a prince datin' a ballerina Had an eager followin’, that procedure was actually deeper Whiz kid, don't gotta ask Khalifa, this track's a heater [Interlude] There's something holy about a body being put in a hole and it's not full of holes, God bless These streets ain't make you it's dinner, so maybe you died but you didn't get digested; Amen [Verse 3: J.Arrr] Yeah, this more than a verse from Scriptures, your verses filler Hurts-to-hear, I toss all that Jazz out; I'm worse than Philip Hearses fill up, funny how Slum ni**as can birth a Village Word to Dilla, when the Stakes Is High, I gotta turn the grill up They tried to box me in, a ni**a burnt the ceiling Urned the victims, ashes everywhere, it's like I'm burnin' incense Earning figures, but I'm frugal; y'all ni**as work for pennies Worthless spendin', I keep my ends tighter than Ertz in Philly Words of wisdom, looking for validation can hurt your vision Thirst decisions hit you head on, that's the worst collision Search the triggers, you was probably rushin' like Herschel When it's first in inches, I stick to ramen, I like them urban dishes Y'all worship ni**as, pick ya roll, my sh*t like Nurk and Lillard Cross me, I can leave you horizontal if we perpendicular Mastered my Q's and P's like Percy Miller I don't work with ni**as, 'cause real recognize and they weren't familiar [Outro] You get a halo and not a hashtag your ninth grade year [?] You look so frail I'm afraid I'm gonna hug you to death now, I wish I could hold you to life; Amen