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the prophecy - king cesar lyrics

monsta x

throw the trivia out the window
hop a plane then never there just to play nintendo
know i keep it nimble and balanced backwards like limbo
kick some cymbals make me a psychopath with the pencil
a n*gga bout nothing is what i’m not
plant my feet in the kitchen complete the mission
no b*tchin about it’s hot
pave my own lane no one knows the way to my spot
which happens to be the top, you dont get it? then you don’t need to
only deal with people that’s equal if you below me you phoney
just like that punk policeman man tony bologna
use his mace can like spray tan holy bologna
prolly mad he couldn’t touch him with his lonely bologna
i’ll put sledgehammers to writers block then fight for the title shot
you couldn’t live a day in the life i got
sock imposters right out they nike shocks
i make em pull they heart out they chest then it’s dropped in the nike box
throw the trivia out the window * you can catch me coasting whichever way that the wind blow
never dumb it down i don’t care if these n*ggas simple
take a listen if you don’t get it you wasn’t meant to
can’t be traced with stencils and pencils i make you chatter your dentals
i’m cold blooded with my damage credentials
who the f*ck taught you to manage your mental? you bout to lose it
he talking to himself, but he think he making music!
stand up n*gga like my legs don’t bend
live different all of a sudden now he set the trends
make sure you salute when a prince is in your presence
disrespect and get your ass jazzy jeff right out the entrance
(the prophecy continues something like this:
“but when the red moon sets and rises west 2 monsters will appear”)

king caesar

caesar the king the ruler of my domain
serving up the beef without the lo mein
who the f*ck are you? i forgot like my hoes name
you get trashed like the sheets on my bed full of cum stains
shoot you in the brain from short distance or long range
especially if you molt cause i think that is so strange
you small change small time nickle and dime
but you to rhyme should be a motherf*cking crime
i’m preproduction, prehistoric, prehistory
it’s no mystery that you a b*tch like ya sister be
you wet to me, slice you up like appendectomy
protect your neck from this lyrical vasectomy
show some respect to me you and and your crew collectively
our prophecies a chemistry pretenders see some better weaponry
our destinies to crush our enemies identity
my recipe is recklessly a remedy

- king cesar lyrics

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