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Masicka – King Lyrics

Masicka - King Lyrics
Masicka – King Lyrics

Masicka – King Lyrics. My grandson, no weapon that’s formed against you shall prosper
And every tongue that rise up against you shall be condemned in judgement
The lord will continue cover you under his blood
The world is yours
You’re gonna spread your wings as an eagle
God bless you
No weapon, and every tongue that rise up against shall be condemned in judgement
The mouth of the Lord has spoken
Love you, my grandson
For you, I am praying

[Interlude] Dunw3ll
Yeah
Legends live forever

[Verse 1] Wha’ mi do?
Left mi name ina the Earth like a king
Gyal a liff up dem skirt, what a ting
Bwoy yuh wi’ get hurt, shot a fling
Anuh mi alone, a di world dat a sing
Nuff money, bruk pocket – dat a sin
Badmind get a bomb, pop a pin
What happen, doh wah see di block a win
Cash a swing, bed never have a proper spring
f**k a pool, buy a beach mek mama swim
Build a school and teach di yutes some other thing
She f**k pon yuh nuh how matter how yuh follow Kim (Yea, yea)
And watch the man gathering

[Chorus] And every black man a king
Every black man a king
Mad dawg, watch yah

[Verse 2] Money up, man a push weight like a gym
Every move a movie, yow dawg, what a film
Snake style, fake smile, watch a grin
Mi shoot first, di place wild, shot a grim
Grung play, leather seat, proper rim
Black rain, anuh di rain dat a bring
Champagne, champagne, gyal a puke
High grade, man a float, Aladdin
Ten different account dawg, bag a pin
Mansa Musa, bag a gold, bag a bling
She want a shooter, yuh fi put di dagger in

[Chorus] And every black man a
And every black man a king
Every black man a
And every black man a king
Every black man a
And every black man a king
Every black man a
Every black man a king

[Verse 3] This is family
Close range in a yuh face, shot yuh chin
Chance fi yuh sight dem desso slim
Lights out, how dah endz deh suh dim
Who survive, shot ina dem head just a ring (Ring)
Born hustler, nuh sleep, f**k di napping
Gyal a leff from work fimmi buss di stocking
Stuff mi c**k in den she cut guh clock in
Mi girl child tell mi a love mi lacking
Wah rich like a drugs mi stacking
Pull, from we pull, full dat up to di brim
Two gyal ina di club, dem a twin (Yea)

[Chorus] And every black man a
And every black man a king
Every black man a
And every black man a king
Every black man a
And every black man a king
Every black man a
Every black man a king

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