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Lyin' King
5821
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Lyin' King został wydany 8 sierpnia 1996 przez On The Low jako część albumu Cloud 9
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AlbumCloud 9
Data wydania8 sierpnia 1996
WytwórniaOn The Low
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nine
Nine
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derrick Keyes
Derrick Keyes
Composer, Lyrics
Rob Lewis
Rob Lewis
Composer, Lyrics
Paul Williams
Paul Williams
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rob Lewis
Rob Lewis
Producer

Tekst Utworu

I heard your album and I don't believe a word of it
I think you soft like that trick Mother Hubbard
Fillin' the cupboard with canned goods
Like Mother Goose who lived in a shoe
Next door to your weak ass crew
Nine flew over the cuckoo's nest
Took a worm from the mouth of a baby bird
I know you heard, as the world turned
Eight million stories to tell
Seven and a half million lies
Five hundred thousand facts in hell
Ah, heard your album and I don't believe a word of it
Think you soft like that trick Mother Hubbard
Fillin' the cupboard with canned goods
Like Mother Goose who lived in a shoe
Next door to your weak ass crew
Nine flew over the cuckoo's nest
Took a worm from the mouth of a baby bird
I know you heard, as the world turned
Eight million stories to tell
Seven and a half million lies
Five hundred thousand facts in hell
The well is almost dry, down to its last lie, why?
How many bodies you kept since your last video?
How many keys of dope you flip in your rhyme flow?
Save it for David, when you said it, never gave it a second thought
Fans bought the woe ticket, shitted on reality for fantasy
Produced by Tatu on Mr. Ruck Records
On the real island, your ass won't be wildin' and smilin'
Who's the character with gold records
And life's still harder than Attica?
**** is backwards (Stuck in a revolving door)
I sold drugs and wanted to rap
Now **** rap and wanna sell drugs
Now celebrities wanna be thugs
But when the slugs start flyin' and the beats come, they start cryin'
I knew he was lyin', wishin'
Hardcore gangsters turn into born again Christians
Who the lyin' king talkin' 'bout his diamond ring?
Flippin' keys, killin' all his enemies, please
All you do is write rhymes
Frontin' with yours, makin' it harder for mines
You lyin' king
Nobody out there be misled
So nobody out there be misled
Nobody out there be misled
Not lyin', y'all
Rappers be lyin' all the way to the bank, G
Describe Luciano and Meyer Lansky
Fantasies, female MCs even rhyme about flippin' keys
Couldn't work a triple beam (Nah mean?)
It seem like keepin' real mean real bogus
Real fake, out of focus when you wrote this
Half the **** yellin' "Blunt," don't even smoke this
I hope this get through, you get heard of
I'll expose your panties by pullin' your skirt up, word up
I heard a lot of stories, a lot of fake glories
In unknown territories, it sounds a little fishy
Like red snappers and trout
**** is boneless like filet, soft enough to sauté, okay?
The sky's the limit, even I exaggerate when I create
But I don't perpetrate and illustrate the sound break 'cause it's fake
I really will make or take and break your neck in two
If you disrespect my crew, this is what I'll do
Not physically, I'll break you with the one-two
Who the hell you think you foolin'? I see through you
Comin' from the bing, I hate the lyin' king
Nobody out there be misled
So nobody out there be misled
Nobody out there be misled
Not lyin', y'all
Who the lyin' king talkin' 'bout his diamond ring?
Flippin' keys, killin' all his enemies, please
All you do is write rhymes
Frontin' with yours, makin' it harder for mines
You lyin' king
Who the lyin' king talkin' 'bout his diamond ring?
Flippin' keys, killin' all his enemies, please
All you do is write rhymes
Frontin' with yours, makin' it harder for mines
You lyin' king
Written by: Derrick Keyes, Paul Williams, Rob Lewis
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