RUN AWAY

We gonna make em run away

We gonna make em run away

We gonna make em run away

We gonna make em run away

We gonna make em run away

I guess its in my marrow, cocky ****,

Makin tunes, dodging floosies, bustin

In search of the denero.

But to understand me betta,

Gotta love M-U-S-I-C

And I got that “make dope shit” disease

So you betta get to spitting if you fuck with me

HDSR in my veins, little bit of Sam Cooke, ETTA JAMES

Santana Riffs stuck in my brain, Forty Water and Busta Rhymes go insane

Love Donnell Jones man I’m so vain…

So you betta not call me till I say so

Cause Anthony Hamilton breaths soul,

And Jacob Banks don’t need no introduction, when I hit the function.

It’s, Earth Wind and FIYAH, More Bounce to the ounce, Roger Troutman really light the night up, Sunday morning give me a view of a choir, got a sista singing I pray till I’m Cryin….PAC, Big, Jay and Nas, they the greats because

roads paved by Gods,

Chuck D & public enemy, they’d state the cause. And I will too, and I’ll spit that shit and I will croon till them panties drop and reveal moons. Like the King of Pop I will thrill you. And Adore you so much Like Prince say, in a big way, New Edition, BBD and Bobby Brown

The King Plays

He Blaze

 we stay

 Harmonizing in a Boyz II Men way

We gonna make em run away

We gonna make em run away

We gonna make em run away

We gonna make em run away

We gonna make em run away

I might be talking bout womens rights or their wet cats

respect that

Understand I want both you can bet

Thats what unconventional KingZ mean

We can talk about it we don’t demean kingz

If you try to listen you can receive KingZ

Billy Hoyle heard Jimmy

Bet Sidney dean

Couldn’t throw a better lob than the wizard strings, white men can’t jump,

But he LowKey sings, been a beast on the beats, diseased things, high deafinician rhyme and then he sings

Clear and conjured in the way that we present

Hit the stage and elevate for a season

Make a few records relief from the grieving

Music that gives us the feeling we healing.

Cause we trying to come back

And every time i have to hear the sound of the gun rack

anotha **** trippin spitting death on a dumb track

Heaven help us weve become addicted to dumb whack

Sad **** incapable of spitting a fun fact and they run rap

And thats dumb cap,

its the people that play it that really shun cats spittin

For the mission encryptin a code that could be elevating a bum cat

Cause almost all of us been that, been strapped ready kill cats

No auth to end spats, steel gatz firing till the field's flat

Soldiers we needed to stand up, band up to kill the ill blacks

Why else would we kill our brother unless we feel there is no other way

Brother pray artists get to shine their light the same as when they make us put the sun away, and they Run Away

We gonna make em run away

We gonna make em run away

We gonna make em run away

We gonna make em run away

We gonna make em run away