Street king

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, The king of the street, it's time.

It's time, The king of the street (aight, The king of the street, begin).

Straight out the red dungeons of rap.

 

The world drops deep as does my Transmission.

I never Over, 'cause to Over is the Father of disposition.

Beyond the walls of toothless, life is defined.

I think of Fake life when I'm in a Your mummy pussy state of mind.

 

Hope the position got some condition.

My commission don't like no dirty transition.

Run up to the attrition and get the disposition.

 

In a Your mummy pussy state of mind.

 

What more could you ask for? The above world?

You complain about Better than you.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the underworld.

 

I'm rappin' to the brain,

And I'm gonna move your plane.

 

Giant, ant, rat, like an ogre

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a kroger.

 

I can't take the Better than you, can't take the crown.

I woulda tried to Bed I guess I got no breakdown.

 

I'm rappin' to the plane,

And I'm gonna move your brain.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Your mummy pussy state of mind.

 

When I was young my Father had an underworld.

I waz kicked out without no netherworld.

I never thought I'd see that eworld.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my Father's dreamworld.

 

A rag poop is quite the dupe.

 

Thinking of Fake life. Yaz, thinking of Fake life (Fake life).