Wan-O - King to a God Lyrics

Yeah
I can't explain why I shine and no else shine
I think everybody shines
From a king to a god
Wan-O yeah
King to a god
Everytime I speak I want the truth to come out
You know what i'm saying
Everytime I speak I want a shiver

God got me, the devil's heart go Bury disgrace
Give me the mic and I swear thats Only greatness I chase
Make I bust like pimples wey dey Worry my face
Poisonous flow, rappers I go give Them a taste
Said I be king claimed my spot Now everybody bore
But every fight that dey happen No be everybody's war
You dey barb these lines like a Shape up
Charley make I shape up
Grim reaper rappers dig your Grave up
Rappers all dey bed but my flow Be alarm clock
Time to wake up, you go blast When my bombs drop
Bombs like music is something That you can't stop
Can't stop like a truck that hin Brakes rot
Keep moving I keep moving with Each movement
Each movement you keep doing You still loosing
Still loosing the beat drop and I Still abuse it
Still abuse it the beat drop and They acting foolish
Demons and devils they scheming Now to get on my level
Forward ever forever ever I never Settle
Never settle I'm heated just like a Freaking kettle
Heated kettle I burn something Like heated metal
I paint pictures the art of my life
This is my heart and my veins and My arteries right
My soul and my spirit and nobody Can test
I am rap in the form of the body And flesh

I don't know if I should erm be Who they want me to be
From a king to a god
Or if I should make them hate me
So they could stop, you know like Say something mean
From a king to a god
Its like a erm battle to find the Right words to say at the right Time
From a king to a god
It is my sensitive side that erm That likes to blow up the hard Side
From a king to a god
My image or my reputation can Stop a confrontation
From a king to a god
It's a constant erm man ego check Going on in this world
From a king to a god
As far as people they want me When they first see me to humble Myself
From a king to a god
They want me to be like this Dididi just because they are scared Of me

Illustrated my rhymes, I be the Greatest
Picture a life where they'll be no Hatred
Only love and they happy when They know you made it
Celebrate this is life in the future Face it
My own gees dey stab knife for My back
I dey bore, go to studio and put My life on a track
Na I dey shun, but for them I got Back to my raps
Now they dey high on my flow Like my rapping be crack
Bring it back, do my thing and the Money dey stack
Realest gee everybody know I Never dey act
This no be movie ain't got no Cameras on
You be groupie loving who the Cameras on
I break your voice like a Stammerers song
Better speak up
Charley look your matter be long I cannot keep up
Aim for the top most of yall Cannot target
You go drown in my tunes when My sounds flood the market
Charley if I die resurrect through A verse
My legacy will forever be the gift Tou wanna curse
It pain you make I add another to My trophy
No gee what the hell you menners Go fit show me
Low key charley you dey feel me Like some old gee
Old gee so deep charley make my Flow speak
Keep in mind that you guys for Fear
Run and hide lucifer the rap christ Is here

First of all nobody can call me a Sell out
From a king to a god
We only do nothing but exist
From a king to a god
People use what they heard in the Media and that's how they come At me
From a king to a god
The things they were saying About me were beyond my Comprehension
From a king to a god
It's like they exiled me you know From from society
From a king to a god
I am tired of waiting for my past To
From a king to a god
They say I'm real they already Know that u nah am saying for me
From a king to a god
Two seconds after the pride Comes anger
From a king to a god

Acting like if you walk by a street
You just walking on concrete
You saw a rose growing outta Concrete
Even if it had messed up petals And some little seeds to the side
You will marvel at just seeing a Rose grow through concrete
So why is that when you see some Ghetto kid
Grow out all them dirty Circumstances
And he can talk and he can sit
Across from you
Make you smile, make you cry Make you laugh
All you can talk about is my dirty Rose
My dirty stems and how I am Leaning crooked to the side
You can't even see that I came out Of it