Timbo King - All the Kings Men lyrics

[Chorus: Timbo King] Of course it's the Royal, put the horses in the stable All the kings men, f**ing up your turntables We strike over night, day time it's even worser All the kings men, out to hurt ya, hurt ya! [Mikey Jarrett] Yes, we come again, all the kings men In position, to reject the tension We run the engine, start and begin Make me sure to water them with off timing Long riding, I'm implying If you pretend, crack, and I will bend Ya jaw red, and you like one bag of wind Waiting to hear 'Royal Fam nah win' So just step in, co*k rampin' You k** us, heard dem boy, you left and then ripped Just be who you are, and you can overcome When things get hard, praise to the almighty God so far It's been love, hide us and protection from the heavens above When sh** get rough, so weak want tough You gain nuff respect, soldier never let No boy disrespect, my intellect Own this mic check, sound boy, just step [Benny Boom] My rap style aggression, keeps n***as guessing Learn your lesson, when will fake MC's stop testing? The terminator frame n***a with the bombing Every time an MC done and step.. the Boom they blame My humility, makes me not wanna boast But I got that sh** that's hot at night like Rae & Ghost My anger, I bring it like a potent hooded stranger I'm not Harrison Ford, but I'm 'Clear & Present Danger' I know where MC's, get beheaded by the Kings' County n***as, representing with crowns and rings Army fatigued, the ghetto breed, rhyming with the blaze in our mouth Yo, but, the tongue will never bleed, are you ready? For the dope sh** that the Boom is putting in you Rhyming takes my heart, yes, my nerve, yes, my tenure Wack rappers change ya venue Benny Boom, Royal Fam, yes the saga will continue [Dark Knight] All my kings men, got this rap sh** under pressure The Dark Jester won't settle for nothing lesser Cuz Uncle Sam, don't give a damn about the black man All my kings men, all my kings men I'm king like Arthur, f** ya'll n***as, don't even bother My sh** cause more ruckus than a** kickings from ya father Focus ya thoughts, cuz in my courts ya just a jester I said it, f** with the 7th Sign, and get beheaded, yo This is the live shock, n***a, this ain't no fable I conduct peers, on how all you duck punk nigs off roundtables I sent 4 million to '70, forward in your day When I come back with dope tracks, f** the Alize I boogie to bang, for my Camelot gang Riding horses, f** The Source, kids, it's mics in hands At a thousand paces, I raise the eyes of a f**ing sparrow Make Glocks outta rocks, cuz I can't f** with those bows and arrows The roughest n***a from in ya God damn sector Kings men, coming to get ya, pussies dare not enter Who sent ya, give us no problem, f** the ha**le Rhyme directive: k** and destroy, guard the castle [Chorus]