They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let the orphan die, and my gun gonna' pop negus
They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let the orphan die, and my gun gonna' pop negus
I got this muthaf*cka loaded, if you're ready, let it rip
The colonists is coming like it's 1846
I'm with the shits and f*ck the fame, I don't want it; you can f*cking have it
Won't chase celebrity, I'd rather wreak a f*cking havoc
Much more than jewelry and foolery in all this rap shit
Feel like it's rapture, freedom from this Roman capture
No going backwards; no German passport can bring you stature
Then or after, Spanish mappers; don't make me laughter
Soon comes a chapter, when all these trappers, find their soul
And remember Englishmen contractors, took their gold
A million dollars cash ain't worth what it's sold
And never served a purpose, than for making women hoes
I supposed this was all they plan
Propagate; yea, hypothecate the native man
I've been a trance, living in a sunken place
The embarrassment of cherishing a drunken state
This is just insanity, all my wishes vanity
Sex, cars, drugs; negus, look at what they handed me
What happened to the Man in me; I can't look my son straight in his eyes
A King without his kingdom is a lie; I've been in the sky
They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let the orphan die, and my gun gonna' pop negus
They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let the orphan die, and my gun gonna' pop negus
No time for any, entertainers and ball players
This the generation for lieutenants and wall breakers
America's flaws, is Europeans for law makers
Americans lost, when Europe beat us to law breakers
My history's lost, the shit they give to me is all made up
They can't kill us all, just as soon as we all cape up
We much better off, yo check my blood if it spills
Uh, kill or be killed; real negus foreal
I gotta' wombman who can cut and brush Phonecian waves, fresh for my eat 'em day
Frank a lion, I've been fasting for my cheating day
On a reach of faith; tryna' reach a day
Where my son is free, and he's free to play
By his mom's house, in his mom's house
Without some colonist looking to blow his mind out
I'm his mom's spouse, and his father too
And my gun off safety; who the f*ck is you
Who the f*ck is you
Who the f*ck is you
Who the f*ck is you
My gun off safety; who the f*ck is you
They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let the orphan die, and my gun gonna' pop negus
They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let the orphan die, and my gun gonna' pop negus
King Frank May - Trumpets Lyrics
King Frank May - Trumpets Lyrics
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They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let the orphan die, and my gun gonna' pop negus
They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let the orphan die, and my gun gonna' pop negus
I got this muthaf*cka loaded, if you're ready, let it rip
The colonists is coming like it's 1846
I'm with the shits and f*ck the fame, I don't want it; you can f*cking have it
Won't chase celebrity, I'd rather wreak a f*cking havoc
Much more than jewelry and foolery in all this rap shit
Feel like it's rapture, freedom from this Roman capture
No going backwards; no German passport can bring you stature
Then or after, Spanish mappers; don't make me laughter
Soon comes a chapter, when all these trappers, find their soul
And remember Englishmen contractors, took their gold
A million dollars cash ain't worth what it's sold
And never served a purpose, than for making women hoes
I supposed this was all they plan
Propagate; yea, hypothecate the native man
I've been a trance, living in a sunken place
The embarrassment of cherishing a drunken state
This is just insanity, all my wishes vanity
Sex, cars, drugs; negus, look at what they handed me
What happened to the Man in me; I can't look my son straight in his eyes
A King without his kingdom is a lie; I've been in the sky
They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let the orphan die, and my gun gonna' pop negus
They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let the orphan die, and my gun gonna' pop negus
No time for any, entertainers and ball players
This the generation for lieutenants and wall breakers
America's flaws, is Europeans for law makers
Americans lost, when Europe beat us to law breakers
My history's lost, the shit they give to me is all made up
They can't kill us all, just as soon as we all cape up
We much better off, yo check my blood if it spills
Uh, kill or be killed; real negus foreal
I gotta' wombman who can cut and brush Phonecian waves, fresh for my eat 'em day
Frank a lion, I've been fasting for my cheating day
On a reach of faith; tryna' reach a day
Where my son is free, and he's free to play
By his mom's house, in his mom's house
Without some colonist looking to blow his mind out
I'm his mom's spouse, and his father too
And my gun off safety; who the f*ck is you
Who the f*ck is you
Who the f*ck is you
Who the f*ck is you
My gun off safety; who the f*ck is you
They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let the orphan die, and my gun gonna' pop negus
They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let the orphan die, and my gun gonna' pop negus
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let the orphan die, and my gun gonna' pop negus
They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let the orphan die, and my gun gonna' pop negus
I got this muthaf*cka loaded, if you're ready, let it rip
The colonists is coming like it's 1846
I'm with the shits and f*ck the fame, I don't want it; you can f*cking have it
Won't chase celebrity, I'd rather wreak a f*cking havoc
Much more than jewelry and foolery in all this rap shit
Feel like it's rapture, freedom from this Roman capture
No going backwards; no German passport can bring you stature
Then or after, Spanish mappers; don't make me laughter
Soon comes a chapter, when all these trappers, find their soul
And remember Englishmen contractors, took their gold
A million dollars cash ain't worth what it's sold
And never served a purpose, than for making women hoes
I supposed this was all they plan
Propagate; yea, hypothecate the native man
I've been a trance, living in a sunken place
The embarrassment of cherishing a drunken state
This is just insanity, all my wishes vanity
Sex, cars, drugs; negus, look at what they handed me
What happened to the Man in me; I can't look my son straight in his eyes
A King without his kingdom is a lie; I've been in the sky
They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let the orphan die, and my gun gonna' pop negus
They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let the orphan die, and my gun gonna' pop negus
No time for any, entertainers and ball players
This the generation for lieutenants and wall breakers
America's flaws, is Europeans for law makers
Americans lost, when Europe beat us to law breakers
My history's lost, the shit they give to me is all made up
They can't kill us all, just as soon as we all cape up
We much better off, yo check my blood if it spills
Uh, kill or be killed; real negus foreal
I gotta' wombman who can cut and brush Phonecian waves, fresh for my eat 'em day
Frank a lion, I've been fasting for my cheating day
On a reach of faith; tryna' reach a day
Where my son is free, and he's free to play
By his mom's house, in his mom's house
Without some colonist looking to blow his mind out
I'm his mom's spouse, and his father too
And my gun off safety; who the f*ck is you
Who the f*ck is you
Who the f*ck is you
Who the f*ck is you
My gun off safety; who the f*ck is you
They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let the orphan die, and my gun gonna' pop negus
They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let the orphan die, and my gun gonna' pop negus
Writer: Tauren Robinson El Bey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid