Sunz Of Man - Valley Of Kings lyrics

[Intro: Hell Razah, (k**ah Priest)] *imitating the beat* Yeah, yeah, uh, 9-7 y'all Yeah, uh, Sunz Of Man y'all Yeah, uh, New York to California y'all (Valley Of Kings) Yeah, huh, yeah (Valley Of Kings) Yeah, uh, yo [Chorus x2: Hell Razah] To make the worse get better We gotta come together As one mind that's ready for whatever [k**ah Priest] Singing our holy anthem lamping with all my handsome grandsons Strong as Sampson, inside my gold mansion Built upon a hill, located over Israel The city of emeralds, the land of many treasures May our flag stand forever, band together By the ancestors, until the transgressor Put his hand upon the letter We used to conquer everywhere we wandered Reign with honor, until we stepped upon the Fertile soil, royal, shining like aluminum foil Ancient kings from the Byzantine, blowing steam From our nostrils, hostile, listen to the gospel To alternate the mind state Spilling wine from the blood of grapes Over my iron breastplate, got my opponent in checkmate Egyptians is my musicians, Christians is my beauticians The sound of the trumpet gives me comfort Peasants bring my presents, for a blessing A resting under the Moon crescent Haven't search the whole Earth The outskirts of the Universe KP, your majesty, the magnificent, Heaven sent God's gift, ever so swift Another round of applause and encore as the lions roar The chief warlord [Prodical] In these dark days of Vietnam d**h is a pawn, that's word is bond Sound the alarm, we surround calm Baring arms, spark a megatron Rocking charms, true and living Islam Supreme wisdom becomes a realistic sitcom On the grounds of Brooklyn Central Booking through good Crooklyn So, until then I make ends meet, war the beast In the streets of heat, move industry, formation concrete Medina soldier, mathematical, alphabetical Quote an intelligent sire, contain the element of fire Mental igniter, who said to school ya 'bout the liar As it was bitten, written in the books over Obadiah I shower tiger soul with papaya Original soul writer, the golden fighter Swift, clever like the tiger So, on the contrary, you can get bloody like Mary Head flown like the Tooth Fairy, crushed like some berries [Chorus x3] [Hook: Hell Razah] Birds of a feather fly together The wise and the clever last forever Never say never [Hell Razah] From the ghetto, not the suburbs First ye observe me, come serve me All high under my Godfather derby Style that be Earthly, you heard of me Satan can't curse me, I ___ myself by being dirty Stay sturdy, watch the birdy make you beg for some mercy A motionless attempt to want to hurt me Out for big cops wanna search me But their justice don't deserve me, this world don't concern me Children of the prophets in the projects gotta hustle for a profit Before we hit Apocalypse, thieves dig your pockets Begin to notice they're Earth's hostages The wicked rule, Cash Rules Stash j**els in your head that be brain food Show and prove, go back to black schools I smack fools, trying to give me back the shackles Don't make me clap you My n***as carry glocks, getting s**ed up in homemade mariotts Sit back and we plot a lot Move with the ninja type and the Nazis like society The wisely, FBI's can't even keep an eye on me [60 Second Assa**in] Blessed be the meak... Blessed be the meak in the Valley of the Kings Yo, I be that maker, owner, cream, when I'm planning Was schooled by my man, but my name ain't branded Branded as the world turns, from the claws of the mob, what Shhh from the start, best to roll from your heart Puttin 'nam on the map, FA rock full of trap, diamonds and emeralds And nothin but tools, for the knowledge of a fool Is the wisdom of the dead, drowning in the pools I've been schooled, we trade gold, drinking royal wine While me in my mind, some roots They're in the Valleys of Kings, truth In shining armor, both kings k**ing rap in your drama Since one the rhymer, made kids bring the drama FA rock, your last stop, bringing it off the curb The last Serb on the other side of 1-23rd Anti-up the chump, you're b**hing, tough It be the kings calling bluffs To make the worst get better We got four kings who love it wetter Bring on your bloodbath, we'll let ya And it'll be a 60 Sec. pleasure [Hell Razah] Supreme Kourt, yeah [Chorus x2] [Hook] [Chorus x2] [Hook] [Various talk from Hell Razah to fade]