Hall of Kings - Marcus D

Hall of Kings - Marcus D/Language Arts
Yeah
Yeah we real fly all my niggas sell pies
Egg ya f**king house with a chopper let the shell fly
Tell you nerds exactly what you gettin' like the Dell guy
Had her bring a scale by then we caught a L high
Watch it cause the block is still hotter than the hellfire
This is why grown a** niggas up in jail cry
Before the pen pushing ni**a I been pushing
By 15 turning fiends into pin cushions
Even them writtens couldn't see my off the head flow
Pigs on the wire tryna listen like Prezbo
Rappers talking crazy sh*t dressing like lezbos
Ni**a thats the bottom line cause Stone Cold said so
Touchdown treat your new city like an end zone
Then dude bled so much I'm Drew Bledsoe
Hit them niggas runnin' until they give my bread so
Call me Mr Sand Man put you b**ches to bed so fast
You forgot you was sleepin' on me ya leakin' homie
I cut the tongues off motherf**kers who speakin' on me
Ya girl work all week just to spend the weekend on me
I'm in the hood every day and not just Beacon homie
I bet you b**ches haven't driven past skyway
We get it in from Casino Road to Pac Highway
Hit the w**d twice been high since last Friday
Smokers singing dancing like Usher thats my way
Lotta phony niggas he ain't one
When there was none I brought the 80's back like VH1
Turn ya brain' to vegetables ya leakin' V8 from
And I just started warming up ni**a we ain't done yeah
Couple blunts in rotation call it double dragon
The sh*t stank so bad I had to double bag it
Smokin' till my voice raspier than Jadakiss
Niggas acting gayer than when lil wayne and Baby kiss
Lookin' like the kids showin' ribs from the Make a Wish
Staring at my plate starving cause they never ate a dish
Homie I'ma killer whale in a tank wit beta fish
Sharper than a ginsu f**k it I'll fillet the fish
Half these lil local rats something I would pay to miss
Knew that I could slay the b**ch soon as I said hey to miss
See money talks and they listen so I speak it fluent
Touch mine I'll leave ya screamin' while ya leakin' fluid
We all racing to the top I just beat ya to it
It's hard to hold it straight when fully automatics shake
Clappin' till the bullets and ya body playin' patty cake
Left the house young for my momma and my daddy's sake
Ain't been back since 16 and I ain't had a break
So have a seat lame every single beat flame
Half these niggas rap even weaker than their street name
God body baby watch me dance on the water
And let a ho salute my shorts Camp Anawanna
She so bad other b**ches can't comment on her
I leave Seattle in the morning land in Guatemala
Never sleep till I live the dream thats on my momma