Lemme school you..
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[Chorus: sung - in background]
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I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
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I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
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I wake up... and I..
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[talking over chorus]
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Yo, to all my hungry disciples
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Listen (let's talk) sit still, sit still.
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Sit still (blackout) listen, the hungriest.
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Kings, kings, kings, sit still (the hungriest)
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Listen, lemme school you for a minute.
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Blackout, blackout (blackout)..
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[Verse One: Royce]
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An angel from the lost, spite headband, marked dead man
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Innermost thoughts locked, dangling from a cross (what)
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The hotter the heart, the harder - wrapped up
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Crucified with my chest up, felt forsaken by the Father
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Wounded rebel (oooh) in Jerusalem
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Gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the Devil
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Black man, 5 foot 9, see the dawn when he stares out
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With wool hair and feet of bronze
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Birdstick, a black staff with brown handle
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Backtrack; my first kicks, brown sandals
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In the breeze of the surgeon, surrounded by merchants
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I'mmaculate birth, conceived by a virgin
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Do a lot in the lyric, due to the true and not living
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Pure as the white driven human inside of a spirit
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Or the Cathedral, that's only a quarter illegal
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Slaughter the people, all for the forces of evil
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Exterior armor, transparent, non-vivid
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The last grand wizard slash serial bomber
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Here it is; I'm Heaven sent, livin in Hell
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All-seeing eye, in hand of the pyramids and keep watchin
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Out for the death while the beats knockin
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Plot by the Devil in a blue dress and chief stockings
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Spiritual last, equipped with physical mass
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Able to think quick and bring miracles to pass
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The lost wonder of dark days to breathe light in
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Christ titan, cough thunder and sneeze lightning
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Control the thoughts, procore, feed the gators
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Sole mediator of code in the Holy War, in front of the mobs
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And a storm comin in March
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Locked in the physical form of the son of the God
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[Chorus: sung w/ adlibs]
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I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
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I wake up... and I..
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[Verse Two: Royce]
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The true and living son of the son, thorough
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Tongue swore of war, speak and slash son of a gun
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When the rumors started I departed - I don't know
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some old shit about me being placed in a tomb in the Garden
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Listen here you lost, I was tortured and died for the cause
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And got caught, disappeared from the cross
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First into a lesson and learned of my return to the Earth
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in the form of a perfect human specimen
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The written jeweler, driven from the face of a leader
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Slave of the people, in the form of a hidden ruler
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Satan's descendents, put a break in what they intended
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The hatred is ended - sway the other way of the sentence
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Bells'll go and tell, defendants'll go to jail
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Hot coal on ya trail, sinners'll go to Hell
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I got a soul for sale, well;
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Let's start the bidding at a tragic death
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Who knows what's finna happen next?
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Cousin of death, with predictions that I can promise
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Gave it to Nostradamus and now he touchin the rest
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The heart caller, balancing birds on my finger
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Nerves of a cheetah, birthed with the urge to walk water
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Foul searchin, bi-weekly, all-purpose
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Talk verses in dashikis and fly turbans
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Enter the scheme of things, all love
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All thugs get judged by me, the king of the kings..
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[Chorus: sung w/ adlibs]...don't know where I am..
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I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
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I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
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I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
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I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
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I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
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I wake up... and I don't know where I am..
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King Of Kings
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| Royce Da 5'9" |
