(Long live the King)      yo picture God a perfect cut diamond   or bein the motha fucka man without even tryin   livin like im dead to the world with tickets yo and refferals   my hair is in a perm so i can never have a curl   man its a bluebird on my shoulder can i kill it?   man wakin up the bacon toast and eggs up in the skillett   man can you feel it?   i cut you down like a midget   and when you see me make you feel just like a prision visit   im such a (lizard?)      i want the flames in the fire    so there it is paint a picture fuck up my desire   you said you want style ill give you style with drug lord flava   i make a pimp dance yeah by shottin at his gatas   pickin up the nickles n dimes like Jackal and Hide   the bounty is waitin for me up at Mt. Zine   its primetime whos gon shine from the raw rhyme   picture a rollercoaster up in a boss mind   real playboys have wings in the sky    silently cryin out man please dont die   man gettin to the thick of it all   man picture the brods    man tellin ya call    but hopin ya fall   sayin my name like King James no pad adriatic   im paranoind but really dont panic   the life afta they say its colder then the packers   all and the damn money in the world is not a factor   man true indeed   upin the game with a mouth ta feed   i make a 360 spin homie rollin the weed   roll the weed   roll the weed   long live the king   we take a sertain situation to run an organizarion    man bustin like a (?) patient   cooperation man seven years is what hes fakin   now hes even more gangsta 'cause hes rollin wit da nation   now (?) yourself    then i will talk like greedy Gretchin   man hear the confession of my priffesion   is Secession of illegal weapons   up in a dot daytona   my mexican girl she drank two coronas   and she know about the ayatolah   im movin through the clouds   youd better hold me down   im smokin weed and im g'd and ready ta clown   i love ta see you drown   you know I spit it   to get it   to flip it    to sell it   to air mail it to yo town   im like electical current   the playa reffereant   (??) councourent   because its gonna hit the furnace   man pitches the pictures of me   picturin the bitches   and all up here sayin write the scriptures   it gets worse   'cause mentally youre cursed   youre livin in a verse   sometimes it hurts but baby yeah you know it works   long live the king   long live the king