King?
King who?
King what?
King tut?
(Nah)
Cobra?
(Nah)
King who?
I'm king cicada, caught carving out all new craters, yea
We cut the anthill; determined, annihilate ya' where
You stash and dash to get me brung up from the past
Fillin' the gaps in which I settled, then evidently relapsed
(Look)
It's running coarse, cemented in from the source
Selected and never more
Observant of my rapport
Deserving of such alore
My values hath they implored
A novelty, yet unraveled and doomed to be let un-stored
Doomed to be less and still
A pressing, to which until
Distressing and stressing, real
Digressing, I pass the bill
In nothing from context, and precedent in contest
My obituary varies, and there I am standing unrest
Here I'm sitting, unless
It's never the means, to all about greens, until they ask for your best
Yea-yo, yo pry less
Continue to act so pride-less
Buffin' it sheen, you're ever-so keen to read through lines in my chest
Bitch
(Take through the shadows)
(You've seen my ribs, you read the lines)
(I read it out to you)
(Separate my ribs)
(You see the shadows of my lines, I break ribs for my blind eyes)
It's running coarse, cemented in from the source
Selected and never more
Observant of my rapport
Deserving of such alore
My values hath they implored
A novelty yet unraveled and doomed to be let un-stored
Doomed to be less and still
A pressing, to which until
Distressing and stressing, real
Digressing, I pass the bill
Used to check my temper, need to top it up
I'm pissed off
Evaluate the pressure, not a lecture, bitch I'm big boss
Sippin' on the message, downin' thoughts until I get lost
I feel so weary-minded, on the D, no three
Go kick rocks
I'm king cicada, caught craving of all the craters, yea
I cut the banter; determined, annihilate ya
Here
You stash and dash to get me brung up from the past
Fillin' the gaps in which I settled, then evidently relapsed
I'm King Cicada, aye
I'm King Cicada, yea yea
I'm King Cicada
(And?)
The king shall cater
(Look)
And to his Army of Wasps, we'll bring the hatred
(Say)
I'm king cicada, aye
I'm King Cicada
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King?
King who?
King what?
King tut?
(Nah)
Cobra?
(Nah)
King who?
I'm king cicada, caught carving out all new craters, yea
We cut the anthill; determined, annihilate ya' where
You stash and dash to get me brung up from the past
Fillin' the gaps in which I settled, then evidently relapsed
(Look)
It's running coarse, cemented in from the source
Selected and never more
Observant of my rapport
Deserving of such alore
My values hath they implored
A novelty, yet unraveled and doomed to be let un-stored
Doomed to be less and still
A pressing, to which until
Distressing and stressing, real
Digressing, I pass the bill
In nothing from context, and precedent in contest
My obituary varies, and there I am standing unrest
Here I'm sitting, unless
It's never the means, to all about greens, until they ask for your best
Yea-yo, yo pry less
Continue to act so pride-less
Buffin' it sheen, you're ever-so keen to read through lines in my chest
Bitch
(Take through the shadows)
(You've seen my ribs, you read the lines)
(I read it out to you)
(Separate my ribs)
(You see the shadows of my lines, I break ribs for my blind eyes)
It's running coarse, cemented in from the source
Selected and never more
Observant of my rapport
Deserving of such alore
My values hath they implored
A novelty yet unraveled and doomed to be let un-stored
Doomed to be less and still
A pressing, to which until
Distressing and stressing, real
Digressing, I pass the bill
Used to check my temper, need to top it up
I'm pissed off
Evaluate the pressure, not a lecture, bitch I'm big boss
Sippin' on the message, downin' thoughts until I get lost
I feel so weary-minded, on the D, no three
Go kick rocks
I'm king cicada, caught craving of all the craters, yea
I cut the banter; determined, annihilate ya
Here
You stash and dash to get me brung up from the past
Fillin' the gaps in which I settled, then evidently relapsed
I'm King Cicada, aye
I'm King Cicada, yea yea
I'm King Cicada
(And?)
The king shall cater
(Look)
And to his Army of Wasps, we'll bring the hatred
(Say)
I'm king cicada, aye
I'm King Cicada
King who?
King what?
King tut?
(Nah)
Cobra?
(Nah)
King who?
I'm king cicada, caught carving out all new craters, yea
We cut the anthill; determined, annihilate ya' where
You stash and dash to get me brung up from the past
Fillin' the gaps in which I settled, then evidently relapsed
(Look)
It's running coarse, cemented in from the source
Selected and never more
Observant of my rapport
Deserving of such alore
My values hath they implored
A novelty, yet unraveled and doomed to be let un-stored
Doomed to be less and still
A pressing, to which until
Distressing and stressing, real
Digressing, I pass the bill
In nothing from context, and precedent in contest
My obituary varies, and there I am standing unrest
Here I'm sitting, unless
It's never the means, to all about greens, until they ask for your best
Yea-yo, yo pry less
Continue to act so pride-less
Buffin' it sheen, you're ever-so keen to read through lines in my chest
Bitch
(Take through the shadows)
(You've seen my ribs, you read the lines)
(I read it out to you)
(Separate my ribs)
(You see the shadows of my lines, I break ribs for my blind eyes)
It's running coarse, cemented in from the source
Selected and never more
Observant of my rapport
Deserving of such alore
My values hath they implored
A novelty yet unraveled and doomed to be let un-stored
Doomed to be less and still
A pressing, to which until
Distressing and stressing, real
Digressing, I pass the bill
Used to check my temper, need to top it up
I'm pissed off
Evaluate the pressure, not a lecture, bitch I'm big boss
Sippin' on the message, downin' thoughts until I get lost
I feel so weary-minded, on the D, no three
Go kick rocks
I'm king cicada, caught craving of all the craters, yea
I cut the banter; determined, annihilate ya
Here
You stash and dash to get me brung up from the past
Fillin' the gaps in which I settled, then evidently relapsed
I'm King Cicada, aye
I'm King Cicada, yea yea
I'm King Cicada
(And?)
The king shall cater
(Look)
And to his Army of Wasps, we'll bring the hatred
(Say)
I'm king cicada, aye
I'm King Cicada
Writer: CJ Armstrong
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