Here to stay
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Even when I'm gone
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When I close my eyes
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Through the passage of time
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Kings never die
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I can hear the drummer drumming
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And the trumpets
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someone's tryna summon someone
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I know something's coming
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But I'm running from it
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to be standing at the summit
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And plummet
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how come it wasn't what I thought it was
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Was it too good to be true
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Have nothing
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get it all but too much of it
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Then lose it again
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did I swallow hallucinogens
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Cause if not
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where the hell did it go
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Cause here I sit in Lucifer¡¯s
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den by the dutch oven
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Just choosing to sin
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Even if it means I'm selling my soul
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just to be the undisputed again
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Do whatever I gotta do just to win
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Cause I got this motherfucking
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cloud over my head
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Crown around it
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thorns on it
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Cracks in it
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bet you morons didn't
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Think I'd be back
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did ya
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How 'bout that I¡¯m somehow
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now back to the underdog
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But no matter how loud that I bark
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this sport is something
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I never bow-wow'd at
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I complain about the game
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I shout and I pout
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it's a love-hate
|
But I found out that
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I can move a mountain of doubt
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Even when you bitches are counting me out
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and I appear to be down for the count
|
Only time I ever been out
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and about is driving around town
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with my fucking whereabouts in a doubt
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Cause I been lost tryna think
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of what I did to get here
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but I'm not a quitter
|
Gotta get up
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give it all I got or give up
|
Spit on shit on stepped on
|
but kept going
|
I'm tryna be headstrong
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but it feels like I slept on my neck wrong
|
Cause you're moving onto the next
|
but is the respect gone
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Cause someone told me that
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Kings never die
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Don't give me that sob story liar
|
don't preach to the choir
|
You ain't never even had to reach
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in the fire to dig deep
|
Nobody ever handed me shit in life
|
not even a flyer
|
Wouldn't even take shit into consideration
|
Obliterate anyone in the way
|
I think I see why a lot of rappers
|
get on these features and try to show out
|
on a track with me
|
But it'd actually have
|
to be a fucking blowout to get me to retire
|
Tell these new artists that kings never die
|
I know shit has changed in this age
|
fuck a Twitter page
|
Did it just say I've been upstaged
|
Why am I online It's driving me crazy
|
I'm riding shotgun tryna get a gauge
|
Almost hot but I'm not gonna' conform
|
With a stage pass and this shit
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And opinions sway
|
I can hear them say
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If I stay passionate
|
Maybe I can stay Jay miraculous
|
Comeback as if I went away
|
But detractors
|
just say so much for the Renegade
|
Someone's gonna make me blow my composure
|
Here I go again
|
center stage and I feel like I'm in a cage
|
Some want a champion to fall
|
I still wonder why I laugh at 'em
|
cause why care when I'm awesome
|
Fuck what these cynics say
|
Just goes to show that
|
when my back's against the wall
|
And I'm under attack again
|
that I'll act as if I'm posted up
|
With this pent up rage
|
cause all these plaques in my office
|
On the floor stacked against the door
|
Are they just metaphors
|
for the odds of when you comin' back again
|
Cause all the accomplishments
|
accolades awards
|
And trophies just don't mean jack anymore
|
If I'm here today and gone tomorrow
|
And I'm not gonna be
|
Here to stay
|
Even when I'm gone
|
When I close my eyes
|
Through the passage of time
|
I want it I'm coming to get it
|
So you son of a bitches
|
don't duck you¡¯re gonna get Riddick Bowe¡¯d
|
Critics'll end up in critical
|
think your shit is dope
|
all you're gonna get is smoked then
|
And I'm not stopping until I'm top again
|
all alone and on a throne
|
Like a token of respect
|
or a homage poem
|
or an ode I've been owed
|
Tossed in the air by my own arm
|
and launched so hard I broke my collarbone
|
And when it's my time to go
|
I'm still not leaving
|
Stop for no one
|
I don't know
|
but I've been told an obstacle that
|
Blocks your road knock it over
|
time to go for that pot of gold cause
|
They say kings never die
|
Just ask Jam Master Jay
|
They just grow wings and they fly
|
So hands up reach for the sky
|
Try to hold up and prolong these moments
|
Cause in a blink of an eye
|
They'll be over
|
Tryna secure your
|
legacy like Shakur
|
And ensure that nobody's ever
|
gonna be what you were
|
So before you're leaving this Earth
|
You want people to feel the
|
fury of a pure evil cerebral berserk
|
Deacon of words
|
syllable genius at work
|
Plus I'm thinking that
|
they're mistaking
|
my kindness for weakness
|
distill it with meanness
|
I went from powdered milk to Purina
|
To flipping burgers
|
on the grill for some peanuts
|
To Gilbert's to arenas
|
call me Gilbert Arenas
|
still appeal to the dreamers
|
I made it to the silverscreen
|
where Rocky's still what the theme is
|
Khalil on the beat cause making the beat
|
ain¡¯t the same
|
feeling to me as killing the beat
|
So fulfilling to me is what filling a seat is
|
That sound vomit
|
thirst and how common underground commons eat
|
Outsider stomach growl
|
throbbing hunger
|
Out-rhyming everyone
|
God just give me one shot
|
I swear that I won't let you down
|
I'mma be around forever
|
entertain even in the ground
|
You ain't never gonna hear me say I ain't
|
Here to stay
|
Even when I'm gone
|
When I close my eyes
|
Through the passage of time
|
Kings never die
|
Oh oh oh
|
Oh oh oh
|
Kings never die
|
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Kings Never Die (Feat. Gwen Stefani)
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| Eminem |
