The King Heard Voices Lyrics
| Song | The King Heard Voices |
| Artist | Czarface |
| Artist | Ghostface Killah |
| Artist | Kendra Morris |
| Album | Czarface Meets Ghostface |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : J.Hunter/G. Andrinopoulos/S.Ryan |
| [00:00.00][Intro] | |
| [00:02.99] | Yeah, this one sound crispy |
| [00:05.49][Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] | |
| [00:10.99] | Ayy yo, my glass rhymes bulletproof |
| [00:12.85] | my bullets got glass tips |
| [00:14.14] | My guns are so big that they dislocate hips |
| [00:17.06] | Slipped disc leave 'em mangled like gorillas in the mist |
| [00:19.74] | And your rib cage get caved |
| [00:21.17] | like you was punched with an iron fist |
| [00:22.97] | Twisted, mind state's evil genius |
| [00:25.60] | And my wordplay sauté right up with the meanest slang |
| [00:29.07] | I drop lingo, bingo, I hit bullseye |
| [00:31.44] | Got your chick wetter than the hands of the pool guy |
| [00:34.52] | Who am I? I'm Mister GFK |
| [00:37.00] | First to set it off, last to run away |
| [00:39.94] | I don't play, I'm a menace |
| [00:41.45] | fear like the dentist |
| [00:43.00] | Real street *****, you hear it in every sentence |
| [00:45.78] | Whether Ghost or Dennis, I'm a legend in the hood |
| [00:48.47] | The Wallabee Champ's still up to no good |
| [00:51.25] | Lay wood, sip an ice cold bottle of Guinness |
| [00:54.06] | And have your b*tch suck me off |
| [00:55.50] | 'til the beer is finished |
| [00:56.50][Chorus: Kendra Morris] | |
| [00:57.39] | Far inside my drifting head |
| [00:59.81] | The stories that I ever read |
| [01:02.64] | They take me there |
| [01:04.73] | (This sound like |
| [01:05.75] | I'm in a haunted f*ckin' church or somethin' right now) |
| [01:08.60] | Far inside my drifting head |
| [01:11.28] | The stories that I ever read |
| [01:14.00] | They take me there (Uh-huh) |
| [01:17.62][Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] | |
| [01:20.44] | Greatness is nothin' |
| [01:21.09] | I'm like the next Nike ad |
| [01:23.09] | Define me bad, I bring all hell like wifey mad |
| [01:25.97] | My soul sonic force, I make the planet rock |
| [01:28.79] | Loud pack rap, hear it from a half a block |
| [01:31.71] | End up the scatter shop, murder is the case still |
| [01:34.61] | You get your face booked for a couple face bills |
| [01:37.38] | The love is fake but the hate's real |
| [01:39.50] | And where were they before the deal? |
| [01:41.34] | I'm sayin', f*ck how they feel |
| [01:42.96] | Lean on 'em, it's just routine on 'em |
| [01:45.89] | Call 'em supreme |
| [01:46.78] | my team ballin', the cream callin' |
| [01:48.73] | Ain't no mistakin' 'em |
| [01:49.88] | maybe prayin', I'm stakin' 'em |
| [01:51.46] | Racin' to stay on pace with 'em |
| [01:52.79] | paper chasin', I'm raking in |
| [01:54.50] | Blake Griffin how I slam, |
| [01:56.20] | straight spittin' that piff |
| [01:57.54] | The bass kick, straight lift 'em out the stands |
| [02:00.25] | Made man hunger more, it's like a stomach raw |
| [02:03.01] | My lines shine on the mic like chrome twenty-fours |
| [02:05.08][Chorus: Kendra Morris] | |
| [02:05.68] | Far inside my drifting head |
| [02:08.37] | The stories that I ever read |
| [02:11.15] | They take me there |
| [02:12.59] | (This some horror ****, wild ****, yeah) |
| [02:17.03] | Far inside my drifting head |
| [02:19.67] | The stories that I ever read |
| [02:22.49] | They take me there |
| [02:25.97][Verse 3: Esoteric] | |
| [02:28.84] | Don't get dunked over beef like some marinade |
| [02:31.78] | Life's a masquerade, I put on a mask and raid |
| [02:34.68] | I smack a rapper like I'm slappin' on some aftershave |
| [02:37.47] | There's a wide line between bein' brave and actin' brave |
| [02:40.35] | Used to be up on the train bangin' Jack of Spades |
| [02:43.14] | Now these groupies want the D like a passing grade |
| [02:45.97] | Don't get it twisted like my daughter Allie's braids |
| [02:48.93] | Keep on talkin', that ****'ll get your casket laid |
| [02:51.87] | You ain't a dealer, you fakin' |
| [02:53.16] | You flippin' bricks, you a mason |
| [02:54.60] | But peep it,you don't keep it a secret when hands shakin' |
| [02:57.45] | Your army march slow |
| [02:58.63] | 'cause the CZAR flows bizarro |
| [03:00.62] | Like Superman's arch foe, it's actually Lex |
| [03:03.27] | Well I'm actually grabbin' |
| [03:04.45] | and slappin' the back of your neck |
| [03:06.00] | For comin' out your face |
| [03:07.17] | I make 'em apes while you run in place |
| [03:08.76] | Another victim bar like I got 'em lots of prison |
| [03:11.61] | But the stuff |
| [03:12.02] | I'm kickin' ain't corrupted like the justice system |
| [03:14.59] | Black riddle feelin' trapped in America |
| [03:17.11] | 'Cause the cops shot a man, Captain America |
| [03:20.26] | With that iron, man, |
| [03:21.60] | they put you in the dirt or frying pan |
| [03:23.43] | With no body cam, another body, damn |
| [03:26.00][Outro] | |
| [03:26.46] | Another senseless act of violence |
| [03:28.29] | triggered by the easily triggered long arm of the law |
| [03:31.81] | In other news, |
| [03:33.07] | Kim Kardashian's thieves have disappeared in Tiger's woods. |
| [03:37.36] | Now, let's get back to the real **** |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : J. Hunter G. Andrinopoulos S. Ryan |
| [00:00.00][Intro] | |
| [00:02.99] | Yeah, this one sound crispy |
| [00:05.49][Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] | |
| [00:10.99] | Ayy yo, my glass rhymes bulletproof |
| [00:12.85] | my bullets got glass tips |
| [00:14.14] | My guns are so big that they dislocate hips |
| [00:17.06] | Slipped disc leave ' em mangled like gorillas in the mist |
| [00:19.74] | And your rib cage get caved |
| [00:21.17] | like you was punched with an iron fist |
| [00:22.97] | Twisted, mind state' s evil genius |
| [00:25.60] | And my wordplay saute right up with the meanest slang |
| [00:29.07] | I drop lingo, bingo, I hit bullseye |
| [00:31.44] | Got your chick wetter than the hands of the pool guy |
| [00:34.52] | Who am I? I' m Mister GFK |
| [00:37.00] | First to set it off, last to run away |
| [00:39.94] | I don' t play, I' m a menace |
| [00:41.45] | fear like the dentist |
| [00:43.00] | Real street , you hear it in every sentence |
| [00:45.78] | Whether Ghost or Dennis, I' m a legend in the hood |
| [00:48.47] | The Wallabee Champ' s still up to no good |
| [00:51.25] | Lay wood, sip an ice cold bottle of Guinness |
| [00:54.06] | And have your b tch suck me off |
| [00:55.50] | ' til the beer is finished |
| [00:56.50][Chorus: Kendra Morris] | |
| [00:57.39] | Far inside my drifting head |
| [00:59.81] | The stories that I ever read |
| [01:02.64] | They take me there |
| [01:04.73] | This sound like |
| [01:05.75] | I' m in a haunted f ckin' church or somethin' right now |
| [01:08.60] | Far inside my drifting head |
| [01:11.28] | The stories that I ever read |
| [01:14.00] | They take me there Uhhuh |
| [01:17.62][Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] | |
| [01:20.44] | Greatness is nothin' |
| [01:21.09] | I' m like the next Nike ad |
| [01:23.09] | Define me bad, I bring all hell like wifey mad |
| [01:25.97] | My soul sonic force, I make the planet rock |
| [01:28.79] | Loud pack rap, hear it from a half a block |
| [01:31.71] | End up the scatter shop, murder is the case still |
| [01:34.61] | You get your face booked for a couple face bills |
| [01:37.38] | The love is fake but the hate' s real |
| [01:39.50] | And where were they before the deal? |
| [01:41.34] | I' m sayin', f ck how they feel |
| [01:42.96] | Lean on ' em, it' s just routine on ' em |
| [01:45.89] | Call ' em supreme |
| [01:46.78] | my team ballin', the cream callin' |
| [01:48.73] | Ain' t no mistakin' ' em |
| [01:49.88] | maybe prayin', I' m stakin' ' em |
| [01:51.46] | Racin' to stay on pace with ' em |
| [01:52.79] | paper chasin', I' m raking in |
| [01:54.50] | Blake Griffin how I slam, |
| [01:56.20] | straight spittin' that piff |
| [01:57.54] | The bass kick, straight lift ' em out the stands |
| [02:00.25] | Made man hunger more, it' s like a stomach raw |
| [02:03.01] | My lines shine on the mic like chrome twentyfours |
| [02:05.08][Chorus: Kendra Morris] | |
| [02:05.68] | Far inside my drifting head |
| [02:08.37] | The stories that I ever read |
| [02:11.15] | They take me there |
| [02:12.59] | This some horror , wild , yeah |
| [02:17.03] | Far inside my drifting head |
| [02:19.67] | The stories that I ever read |
| [02:22.49] | They take me there |
| [02:25.97][Verse 3: Esoteric] | |
| [02:28.84] | Don' t get dunked over beef like some marinade |
| [02:31.78] | Life' s a masquerade, I put on a mask and raid |
| [02:34.68] | I smack a rapper like I' m slappin' on some aftershave |
| [02:37.47] | There' s a wide line between bein' brave and actin' brave |
| [02:40.35] | Used to be up on the train bangin' Jack of Spades |
| [02:43.14] | Now these groupies want the D like a passing grade |
| [02:45.97] | Don' t get it twisted like my daughter Allie' s braids |
| [02:48.93] | Keep on talkin', that ' ll get your casket laid |
| [02:51.87] | You ain' t a dealer, you fakin' |
| [02:53.16] | You flippin' bricks, you a mason |
| [02:54.60] | But peep it, you don' t keep it a secret when hands shakin' |
| [02:57.45] | Your army march slow |
| [02:58.63] | ' cause the CZAR flows bizarro |
| [03:00.62] | Like Superman' s arch foe, it' s actually Lex |
| [03:03.27] | Well I' m actually grabbin' |
| [03:04.45] | and slappin' the back of your neck |
| [03:06.00] | For comin' out your face |
| [03:07.17] | I make ' em apes while you run in place |
| [03:08.76] | Another victim bar like I got ' em lots of prison |
| [03:11.61] | But the stuff |
| [03:12.02] | I' m kickin' ain' t corrupted like the justice system |
| [03:14.59] | Black riddle feelin' trapped in America |
| [03:17.11] | ' Cause the cops shot a man, Captain America |
| [03:20.26] | With that iron, man, |
| [03:21.60] | they put you in the dirt or frying pan |
| [03:23.43] | With no body cam, another body, damn |
| [03:26.00][Outro] | |
| [03:26.46] | Another senseless act of violence |
| [03:28.29] | triggered by the easily triggered long arm of the law |
| [03:31.81] | In other news, |
| [03:33.07] | Kim Kardashian' s thieves have disappeared in Tiger' s woods. |
| [03:37.36] | Now, let' s get back to the real |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : J. Hunter G. Andrinopoulos S. Ryan |
| [00:00.00][Intro] | |
| [00:02.99] | Yeah, this one sound crispy |
| [00:05.49][Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] | |
| [00:10.99] | Ayy yo, my glass rhymes bulletproof |
| [00:12.85] | my bullets got glass tips |
| [00:14.14] | My guns are so big that they dislocate hips |
| [00:17.06] | Slipped disc leave ' em mangled like gorillas in the mist |
| [00:19.74] | And your rib cage get caved |
| [00:21.17] | like you was punched with an iron fist |
| [00:22.97] | Twisted, mind state' s evil genius |
| [00:25.60] | And my wordplay sauté right up with the meanest slang |
| [00:29.07] | I drop lingo, bingo, I hit bullseye |
| [00:31.44] | Got your chick wetter than the hands of the pool guy |
| [00:34.52] | Who am I? I' m Mister GFK |
| [00:37.00] | First to set it off, last to run away |
| [00:39.94] | I don' t play, I' m a menace |
| [00:41.45] | fear like the dentist |
| [00:43.00] | Real street , you hear it in every sentence |
| [00:45.78] | Whether Ghost or Dennis, I' m a legend in the hood |
| [00:48.47] | The Wallabee Champ' s still up to no good |
| [00:51.25] | Lay wood, sip an ice cold bottle of Guinness |
| [00:54.06] | And have your b tch suck me off |
| [00:55.50] | ' til the beer is finished |
| [00:56.50][Chorus: Kendra Morris] | |
| [00:57.39] | Far inside my drifting head |
| [00:59.81] | The stories that I ever read |
| [01:02.64] | They take me there |
| [01:04.73] | This sound like |
| [01:05.75] | I' m in a haunted f ckin' church or somethin' right now |
| [01:08.60] | Far inside my drifting head |
| [01:11.28] | The stories that I ever read |
| [01:14.00] | They take me there Uhhuh |
| [01:17.62][Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] | |
| [01:20.44] | Greatness is nothin' |
| [01:21.09] | I' m like the next Nike ad |
| [01:23.09] | Define me bad, I bring all hell like wifey mad |
| [01:25.97] | My soul sonic force, I make the planet rock |
| [01:28.79] | Loud pack rap, hear it from a half a block |
| [01:31.71] | End up the scatter shop, murder is the case still |
| [01:34.61] | You get your face booked for a couple face bills |
| [01:37.38] | The love is fake but the hate' s real |
| [01:39.50] | And where were they before the deal? |
| [01:41.34] | I' m sayin', f ck how they feel |
| [01:42.96] | Lean on ' em, it' s just routine on ' em |
| [01:45.89] | Call ' em supreme |
| [01:46.78] | my team ballin', the cream callin' |
| [01:48.73] | Ain' t no mistakin' ' em |
| [01:49.88] | maybe prayin', I' m stakin' ' em |
| [01:51.46] | Racin' to stay on pace with ' em |
| [01:52.79] | paper chasin', I' m raking in |
| [01:54.50] | Blake Griffin how I slam, |
| [01:56.20] | straight spittin' that piff |
| [01:57.54] | The bass kick, straight lift ' em out the stands |
| [02:00.25] | Made man hunger more, it' s like a stomach raw |
| [02:03.01] | My lines shine on the mic like chrome twentyfours |
| [02:05.08][Chorus: Kendra Morris] | |
| [02:05.68] | Far inside my drifting head |
| [02:08.37] | The stories that I ever read |
| [02:11.15] | They take me there |
| [02:12.59] | This some horror , wild , yeah |
| [02:17.03] | Far inside my drifting head |
| [02:19.67] | The stories that I ever read |
| [02:22.49] | They take me there |
| [02:25.97][Verse 3: Esoteric] | |
| [02:28.84] | Don' t get dunked over beef like some marinade |
| [02:31.78] | Life' s a masquerade, I put on a mask and raid |
| [02:34.68] | I smack a rapper like I' m slappin' on some aftershave |
| [02:37.47] | There' s a wide line between bein' brave and actin' brave |
| [02:40.35] | Used to be up on the train bangin' Jack of Spades |
| [02:43.14] | Now these groupies want the D like a passing grade |
| [02:45.97] | Don' t get it twisted like my daughter Allie' s braids |
| [02:48.93] | Keep on talkin', that ' ll get your casket laid |
| [02:51.87] | You ain' t a dealer, you fakin' |
| [02:53.16] | You flippin' bricks, you a mason |
| [02:54.60] | But peep it, you don' t keep it a secret when hands shakin' |
| [02:57.45] | Your army march slow |
| [02:58.63] | ' cause the CZAR flows bizarro |
| [03:00.62] | Like Superman' s arch foe, it' s actually Lex |
| [03:03.27] | Well I' m actually grabbin' |
| [03:04.45] | and slappin' the back of your neck |
| [03:06.00] | For comin' out your face |
| [03:07.17] | I make ' em apes while you run in place |
| [03:08.76] | Another victim bar like I got ' em lots of prison |
| [03:11.61] | But the stuff |
| [03:12.02] | I' m kickin' ain' t corrupted like the justice system |
| [03:14.59] | Black riddle feelin' trapped in America |
| [03:17.11] | ' Cause the cops shot a man, Captain America |
| [03:20.26] | With that iron, man, |
| [03:21.60] | they put you in the dirt or frying pan |
| [03:23.43] | With no body cam, another body, damn |
| [03:26.00][Outro] | |
| [03:26.46] | Another senseless act of violence |
| [03:28.29] | triggered by the easily triggered long arm of the law |
| [03:31.81] | In other news, |
| [03:33.07] | Kim Kardashian' s thieves have disappeared in Tiger' s woods. |
| [03:37.36] | Now, let' s get back to the real |
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