Royal Fam - Musical Chairs (feat. Stoneface, Prodigal Sunn & Hellrazah) Lyrics
f/ Stoneface, Prodigal Sunn, Hell Razah[ Stoneface ]Yo, we be buggin out in the upper houseIf a brother need bail, I'ma get my brother out***** me - rub em out, duck me - run em outMeet me, catch up, gun em out, caught by runnin mouthEveryone go, even a hoe that tried to kick it when I enteredWhen I said I be bangin that shit, I meant itGot in the wrong business, bangin yaSplit like Moses did HydromaniaHang in, ya, 1836, I'm hangin yaDissin me is danger, history 'mains to beFound, and sometimes in my city is povertyStarvin peeps, drugs and a lotta heatBeef and a lotta grief - all thatCried cause I was hungry, what you call that?I call it survival, counts the endsSoaked sins in the Bible, my soldier's titleThey say, "Oh God, forgive, life's negative"Tell me how you live, what[ Timbo King ]***** a club, I rhyme inside a crowded train stationThe plane I'm on is way beyond aviationMy voice alone could start the revolution earlyThe world be, spinnin in my palmJust spinnin in my palm circular, energy, energyNiggas got a tendency to blame it on the Hennessy100 proof without alcohol involvedI slap y'all niggas right in front of Carnegie HallHow you want it, fried or rawWe brawl with y'all, 144'000 total in all[ Prodigal Sunn ]Musical holocaust, orchestra course, carry my crossIn this bloodsport, Brooklyn, New York, prophecy thoughtsHe caught a buzz like irons plugged in with a shortGuns get bought, we conference and let the money talkIf thy right hand offend thee, Timbo, cut it offIf today was revolution, would they really set it off?Niggas is soft, frontin for a page in The SourceThat's why your label took a lost to them items you flossAnd if I write it, niggas bite it, we gon' fight it in courtNautica cloth, sweatshirt, treaten to earth???? while recording, bring death to your birthFrom a Benz to a hease, best friends to the worst[ Hell Razah ]The last verse, pull out the hearseIt's the mighty Lion of ZionIntoxicated with iron, another ***** nigga dyinSnitches were lyin, the type of way I like defyin*****es be eyein, cryin, catch a slug from the blood of the MayanCarribean, Indian, why we livin in divisionIt's not ???, taste the arrow from the coalitionThe general rockin a Kangol FigueroaTakin the heads of cobras like Priest said it's overAnd vintage soldier, blazin a pack of chocolate MoccaKid, I thought I told ya, now witness the flame of Jehova
