Paroles Kings Lupe Fiasco

Kings

As I proceed to go dig through an old crib
Hold kids as I blunder through a pharaoh house
Thug Bones in guild did the parrow piss
But arrow heads then let the marrow out
I literally won't leave lettuce since I've received the brita
And when the sea leaves the land, who will feed the rivers, huh?
Crazy busy, make me, make me miss ya even when I'm with ya
If a phone calls in the club, but the music is too loud around to hear it
Do I still have to clear it?
Example: now (?) there's samples in my lyrics
Myth be told, 60 souls perished in the perish bill
Rode a pair of wheels on 50 scrolls with a pair of quils
Answered the question Americas, Amerikills
Been living inside envelopes with a pair of sills
Tall man like (?) downfall from a pair of stilts wearin' heels, that's high
As I proceed to find silver lining, it's stalagmite
Cat eyes and scary crowns on a black grace
Two wave, not to see bubonic plague on your rat face
Practice on the uttering till it lactates
Then begin to butterin' of the pancakes
Push it to the margin flick the garden to the land lakes
Associate with mates that spit inside of they handshakes, yeah

As I walk through the shadow of San Fernando Valley
Walkin' like fingers how, how they rally on pianos
Up and down the dials I WKRP, in Cincinnati
Let's settle on the station like less gas for 100 miles
May I have this last dance?
Grab her hands then proceed to do the runnin' child
Then delude the stomach growls, introduced to somethin' wild
Until we see civilization, (?)
Patients, our art isn't intimidation
But you can't process the progress
If you get your style ques from outta Complex
Nah nigga, that ain't hot
No, no and no shots, no boas and no thots
I walk 'em over to motorboat on the yachts
To go so sober on all the shirk and on overdose on salats, haann
Francis Ford Coppola’s broken plots
Port localists rowing in open drops
Titanic corpse smokin' from openin' dose from chops
Like (?) leaders is lurkin' with loaded Glocks, haann