County of Kings (Main)

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PH ft. Sha Stimuli, Skyzoo, Ruste Juxx, and L.R. Blitzkrieg - "County of Kings" [Emcee(s): Sha Stimuli, PH, Skyzoo, Ruste Juxx, and L.R. Blitzkrieg] [Producer(s): Beatgees] [Intro: Sha Stimuli] Yeah. Pumpkinhead, I got you, man (Brooklyn!). S-T-I. Look [Verse 1: Sha Stimuli] I got the pain of a killer, the soul of a preacher, the mind of a teacher The hurt of a hustler. I'll touch you when I come through your speakers The swag of a rapper, the dream of a youngin to be what he loves, and The people are bugging. You motherfuckers see why I'm buzzing I walked through the fire, I swam with the sharks I incited riots, took shots in the dark I gave people light, let out music from my heart I spoke on instrumentals. I'm setting myself apart I am BK-born. Gifted since I was An infant, spitting way before my first sentence I'm showing you consistence, my flow is just senseless I keep going—it's endless. I'm sort of offensive You don't want to go against this. I'll fuck around and make You stop getting older like you're one of the Simpsons Damn. I wasn't stole by the Grinch, but they Call me the present. Some of y'all don't get it Stimuli, nigga [Verse 2: PH] We from where Kings is everywhere, fathers is never there, where they Clap chrome, the backbone of the Eastern Hemisphere You shop on Rodeo Drive? We shop on Fulton Ave You ride in limousines? We ride in dollar vans Your favorite rapper's alive? My favorite rapper died If you an outcast, you get cast out and cast aside If you put a nine-year-old on blast, he might blast A nine. The flyest borough too thorough—you can't deny County of Kings, all our rappers run things. Get off The dick, take our balls out your mouth like a tongue ring We set trends you follow. We get ends You borrow. You gets no pussy. Homie, we stay bend- -ing models. We're the illest, so holler. We've been given The honor to pay homage to our forefathers that started This problem. All day, it's BK, Stimuli PH, Ruste, Blitz, and SK. Hey! [Hook: Skyzoo] We represent The BK. That's 7-1-8 thang, that's 7-1-8 bang, that's 7-1-8 slang. It's The BK (Uh) and we ain't never changed We're still on the same thing until the day that we're laid It's the BK. That's 7-1-8 thang, that's 7-1-8 bang, that's 7-1-8 slang. It's The BK (Uh) and we ain't never changed We're still on the same thing until the day that we're laid Yeah [Interlude 1: Ruste Juxx] Uh. Yeah. Yo [Verse 3: Ruste Juxx] Straight out of BK, nigga, from killer Crown Heights Ruste Juxx light up the dark and shine bright My aim's sharpshooter. I'll flame and spark Buddha Trained to bark Rugers, my jab'll park Judah My pen game vicious. Nigga, I'm indestructible Can't be destroyed. You can't see the boy The excellence of execution executing excellence Poetic piff-puffing, potency perfectionist Repping Brooknam. You know? That Crookland Leaving niggas limbless with artificial hook hands I'll let the shottie go—sternum shot, body blow "Ruste Juxx" name ringing all through your barrio Trust me. When I pull that bird, them slugs flying Bullseye, direct hit, they're all dying See, my environment is a product of me Now all my Brooklyn niggas wild with a G. Brooklyn! [Verse 4: L.R. Blitzkrieg] Separate you sheep from these monsters Don't ever sleep on these Brooklyn beasts Your heartbeat'll sound like the bass of this beat Lighting in, I ignite the whole street We keep cartridges that can part your cartilage Cut your body parts up in sarcophagus sands. These Artists is setting up shop. We do not cower—we cock Back, roof your corny shit right over the clocktower Block shower diss grain, onlookers cover heads In disdain, 'cause you was outdated as Discmanes While this mayne's an East Coast emissary, downtown Dignitary, Brooklyn military Blitzkrieg Uh. You can't beat this mofo So you should grin and bear it like the Beatgees logo See, Krieg is known from out the seven-one-ocho Being so fucking cool, he can move in slow mo BK's the captain of the ship for this rapping shit You're rapping circles in this market? We gon' corner it And I was wandering. I vaguely remember: as A baby, held up a king—nah, wait, that was Simba shit This ain't no cartoon. It's your favorite car tune MCMI, the better era gonna start soon Forever helping you get the pictures like dark rooms And get the point like prison and shanking you with a sharp spoon Uh [Hook: Skyzoo] We represent The BK. That's 7-1-8 thang, that's 7-1-8 bang, that's 7-1-8 slang. It's The BK (Uh) and we ain't never changed We're still on the same thing until the day that we're laid It's the BK. That's 7-1-8 thang, that's 7-1-8 bang, that's 7-1-8 slang. It's The BK (Uh) and we ain't never changed We're still on the same thing until the day that we're laid Yeah