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King S X A Box

room inside a box There is no room inside There is no room inside a box There is no room inside There is no room inside a box There is no room inside

switching i can smell him digging up shit like a fly come around and keep persisting that's how you end up in a hit list in a badman business no evidence

new prisons they build Over money and religion there's more blood to spill The wounds of slaves in cotton fields that never heal What's the deal? A lot

done changed since I became a king I'm a stranger being, rearrangin things Now that I can afford a Range and rings I sit and think, I remember when it became a

stand the heat like vultures Open ya wings, the soul of a King Song of a Queen, dawned with the wings Bow and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im

people locked up, you need to send 'em some s*** 'Cause it's never too late to stop bein' a b**** A magazine and some pictures is a n****** whole world

L.A. L.A. big city of dreams but everything in L.A. aint always what it seems you might get fooled if you come from outta town 'cause we comin from Queens

I mean, white rapper There's so many of us now White people like rap now Ah, ah, yeah [Chorus] - 2X Everyday, ghetto niggaz from my block ? ? [R.A.

Tha Liks and Hittman bought a fix Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch Here it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*} Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like