One little, two little
Three little (Indigenous Americans)
One little, two little
Three little (Indigenous Americans)
I resurrected from the ash of my dreams of
Being king, divine travels. Are you following me?
You’re about to witness a formidable being
I split sea then sarcophagus to enter the scene
I’m from a place where the sun don’t shine
The fine line between a comic and king state of mind
My name should be appointed To Be Hallowed
Fume is in the vein unleash the full throttle
Concede to my sins to breathe again
Bloodshot but glazed eyes, cheat death and my descent
To see is believing proceed to see the end
Return as a seasoned MC as I begin
To rock upon the mic I do rock the mic
Slay foes, stay afloat, take over mine
Skinny Chase with an accent, the truth be explored
Behold the unfolding of yet to be told
When I rock upon the mic I do rock the mic
Slay foes, stay afloat, take over mine
Halos, see me float, I’m brought back to life
When I lean against the rope I reverse the tide
Driven by madness and a need to succeed
My pool’s deep for many men to perceive beyond their reach
I strive to be the one they call King of Comedy
When I rock upon the mic I do rock the mic
When I rock upon the mic I do rock the mic
When I rock upon the mic I do rock the mic
When I rock upon the mic I do rock the mic
한 마리, 두 마리
세 마리 (아메리칸 원주민)
한 마리, 두 마리
세 마리 (아메리칸 원주민)