[00:00.000] 作词 : R. Montgomery/A. Younge/Q. Hanley/C.E. Martin/M. Render
[00:01.000] 作曲 : R. Montgomery/A. Younge/Q. Hanley/C.E. Martin/M. Render
[00:04.710]I'm an
[00:05.900]I'm, I'm an
[00:07.420]Rumor has it I'm an underground king
[00:09.530]All I give a **** about is mone
[00:11.220]And when I got it, I don't give a **** about i
[00:13.340]It's outlandish, I take for granted what God granted
[00:15.600]My countertop granite, my house is outstanding
[00:17.960]While I'm standing inside of it
[00:19.460]Feelin' inside out as I pop Xanax
[00:21.480]Watching myself on TV
[00:22.960]In order to get to the TV I had to go through the proper channels
[00:25.910]I don't rock the flannel, I rock the Air Max, Atmos and camo
[00:29.220]They call me the Benz owner, I put Lorenzo's on it
[00:31.840]Then go and pick a chick up, bone it and friend zone her
[00:34.220]Soon as I see her wake up, I be ****ing her ra
[00:36.840]If she a B or an A cup, make her **** in a bra
[00:39.420]Let's get it goin', got a dyke in the closet
[00:41.340]I'm sure she enjoyin', I kill verses in return for it
[00:44.500]A eulogy is borin', for you to be informed
[00:46.640]I'm a chore and my circle change more than a European coin
[00:49.720]Once the kill has begun, you realize
[00:51.760]I'm the illest, the realest is Pimp C, and the trillest is Bun
[00:54.940]I'm definitely best at gun rap, gun wrap
[00:57.260]I put you on my recipe list
[00:58.650]I put you on the treadmill accessory less like run that, run that
[01:02.310]Detroit nigga, I destroy niggas in genera
[01:04.800]I deploy niggas to generally destroy nigga's regime
[01:07.200]So rumor has it I'm an underground king
[01:15.040]King
[01:30.500]From underground to number one, I don't get it
[01:32.600]I still be in Civics, it's one of my b*****s, I grew witH tHe cli
[01:35.260]And I'm known for tHe distributing, a loc 'til I'm ended
[01:37.290]Put ten in a tank, 3 mil' in my bank, I'm more real tHan you tHink
[01:40.260]Buy a nigga some High Heels, a small purse and a shan
[01:42.850]Some wet naps, a little skirt to insert tHrougH a sHape
[01:45.310]I'm in tHe gun wraps, I say tHem gun raps
[01:47.200]I brougHt tHe guns back and sHowin' gang tats
[01:49.330]And wHen I wrote tHis Had every H capped
[01:51.180]You know tHem Hoovers 'bout it, 'bout it, I serve bullets
[01:53.280]And b*****s, the cops watching, still poppin
[01:55.560]A gang member, pitcHin' rock, every car on tHe block
[01:57.990]No antennas, just a body, myself, I'm my own Hitta
[02:00.730]I'm Top Dawg, you cat litter
[02:02.600]Denied a million through a text, I'm a real b***h
[02:04.900]From Heaven to tHe lowest of devils
[02:06.340]Spit every bar for tHe rebels
[02:07.720]My wardrobe done started trouble: orange rags
[02:09.740]Bucket Hats, even be witH my stunt double
[02:11.630]My life is eitHer jail or oxy in my cotton
[02:14.060]You lookin' pale and so it's gon' be for tHe knockin'
[02:16.010]{"{"}?} list on my stone, tHen 45, it's only 3 options
[02:19.040]I'm second to none, I sHoot 'til I won, gun bigger tHan Pun
[02:21.680]Take more tHan your lung, pop, pop, pop
[02:23.510]Convert to a Hearse, get a new top dropped, yawk yawk
[02:26.410]Murder music, jump out of Buicks
[02:27.820]Nobody movin' or I squeeze on it
[02:29.590]Before I give up the crown, I bleed on it
[02:32.470]King
[02:52.200]An underground king sippin' my lean
[02:54.500]You know I double my profit because I triple my beam
[02:56.800]You niggas stop with the topics and all this fussing and arguin
[02:59.350]Ain't it clear to your optics that I would go through a squadron?
[03:01.970]Cause I'm as violent and vicious as killin' Christians and Christians
[03:04.600]On the eve of a Christmas, say we got sick and sadistic
[03:06.950]I'm talking tangled and twisted, this shit was terror-terrifi
[03:09.690]We killed the hubby and kiddies, murdered the dog and the misses
[03:12.190]And made the maid do the dishes, now she sleep with the fishes
[03:14.780]Now that sucka rapper's dead, I assume my position
[03:17.470]In the place, a king, on the throne is where I'm sittin'
[03:20.070]Yeah, the Iron Throne is mailed with the metal microphone
[03:22.930]Hey, let the rats and the mice know Killer Mike is home
[03:25.600]Cause Killer is iller than all the killers they know
[03:27.900]My past is good, I land a rock at my show
[03:30.750]Before I go, rest in peace to Dilla fo' sho
[03:33.390]Slum lord with a mic cord in a slum village on a slum tour
[03:35.980]Through every ghetto I carry the heavy metal
[03:39.110]Just in case a shovel is needed when arguments are settled
[03:41.770]Mama get rose petals
[03:43.530]That's it, finito, no chatter, the matter settled
[03:46.150]I got your b***h, I got some head, she got stiletto
[03:48.790]Lyrically I'm literally a bad mother****e
[03:51.060]Bernard Freeman technique, and my swagger Chad Butler, mother****e
[03:54.030]King
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作词 : R. Montgomery/A. Younge/Q. Hanley/C.E. Martin/M. Render
作曲 : R. Montgomery/A. Younge/Q. Hanley/C.E. Martin/M. Render
I'm an
I'm, I'm an
Rumor has it I'm an underground king
All I give a **** about is mone
And when I got it, I don't give a **** about i
It's outlandish, I take for granted what God granted
My countertop granite, my house is outstanding
While I'm standing inside of it
Feelin' inside out as I pop Xanax
Watching myself on TV
In order to get to the TV I had to go through the proper channels
I don't rock the flannel, I rock the Air Max, Atmos and camo
They call me the Benz owner, I put Lorenzo's on it
Then go and pick a chick up, bone it and friend zone her
Soon as I see her wake up, I be ****ing her ra
If she a B or an A cup, make her **** in a bra
Let's get it goin', got a dyke in the closet
I'm sure she enjoyin', I kill verses in return for it
A eulogy is borin', for you to be informed
I'm a chore and my circle change more than a European coin
Once the kill has begun, you realize
I'm the illest, the realest is Pimp C, and the trillest is Bun
I'm definitely best at gun rap, gun wrap
I put you on my recipe list
I put you on the treadmill accessory less like run that, run that
Detroit nigga, I destroy niggas in genera
I deploy niggas to generally destroy nigga's regime
So rumor has it I'm an underground king
King
From underground to number one, I don't get it
I still be in Civics, it's one of my b*****s, I grew witH tHe cli
And I'm known for tHe distributing, a loc 'til I'm ended
Put ten in a tank, 3 mil' in my bank, I'm more real tHan you tHink
Buy a nigga some High Heels, a small purse and a shan
Some wet naps, a little skirt to insert tHrougH a sHape
I'm in tHe gun wraps, I say tHem gun raps
I brougHt tHe guns back and sHowin' gang tats
And wHen I wrote tHis Had every H capped
You know tHem Hoovers 'bout it, 'bout it, I serve bullets
And b*****s, the cops watching, still poppin
A gang member, pitcHin' rock, every car on tHe block
No antennas, just a body, myself, I'm my own Hitta
I'm Top Dawg, you cat litter
Denied a million through a text, I'm a real b***h
From Heaven to tHe lowest of devils
Spit every bar for tHe rebels
My wardrobe done started trouble: orange rags
Bucket Hats, even be witH my stunt double
My life is eitHer jail or oxy in my cotton
You lookin' pale and so it's gon' be for tHe knockin'
{"{"}?} list on my stone, tHen 45, it's only 3 options
I'm second to none, I sHoot 'til I won, gun bigger tHan Pun
Take more tHan your lung, pop, pop, pop
Convert to a Hearse, get a new top dropped, yawk yawk
Murder music, jump out of Buicks
Nobody movin' or I squeeze on it
Before I give up the crown, I bleed on it
King
An underground king sippin' my lean
You know I double my profit because I triple my beam
You niggas stop with the topics and all this fussing and arguin
Ain't it clear to your optics that I would go through a squadron?
Cause I'm as violent and vicious as killin' Christians and Christians
On the eve of a Christmas, say we got sick and sadistic
I'm talking tangled and twisted, this shit was terror-terrifi
We killed the hubby and kiddies, murdered the dog and the misses
And made the maid do the dishes, now she sleep with the fishes
Now that sucka rapper's dead, I assume my position
In the place, a king, on the throne is where I'm sittin'
Yeah, the Iron Throne is mailed with the metal microphone
Hey, let the rats and the mice know Killer Mike is home
Cause Killer is iller than all the killers they know
My past is good, I land a rock at my show
Before I go, rest in peace to Dilla fo' sho
Slum lord with a mic cord in a slum village on a slum tour
Through every ghetto I carry the heavy metal
Just in case a shovel is needed when arguments are settled
Mama get rose petals
That's it, finito, no chatter, the matter settled
I got your b***h, I got some head, she got stiletto
Lyrically I'm literally a bad mother****e
Bernard Freeman technique, and my swagger Chad Butler, mother****e
King