Three Kings

[Verse 1: XP]
XP yeah you know the name
As I look around these trapping rappers all look the same
It's sad what these young dudes will do for the fame
The Klondike your mind right man this shit is a shame
The way I see this could go a couple of ways
March with the people
Lock the evil demons back in there cage
Because every real rapper isn't all that they say
Stay off the streets at night
The people's lives are just led astray
See cause XP ain't your typical rapper
See the message I bring
Will leave em' in slings to closing there yappers
Leave em coughing in coffin all their hearing is laughter
X is the best there's no contest they will never be after
If only they would just see the lies
The bars I bring will be the key to open their eyes
Now that you know this whole god damn game is just mine
Just had to let you know that Aaron Webb is XP's disguise

[Hook: XP]
We coming the pace and face to the left
If you came for the Ces, why you savin' your breath
One step to the right, lit it up in the lights
Get wild for the night
Err'body in the back, where you in? Where you at?
More middle of the map
Bring it back to the front
When I snap on a one
Let me see your ass all jump, jump, jump!

Trapped in the Colosseum
A sea of 'em all I see is
Prey for the predator
Dying for what they call ideas

Go for your gun and it's done
Nobody ever lived that come at this one
Go for your gun and it's done
Nobody ever lived that come at this one

[Verse 2: No Idols]
These bars, literally, they are lyrical artillery
With beats as auxiliary, leaving y'all in misery
Need caffeine, cause when I speak, you get jittery
I wish a nigga would, he'd get smoked like hickory
Is y'all hearing me? With these war drums and timpani's
I'm on like DiGiorno, it's not just delivery
My flow is on point like I'm bleeding on my extremities
And all you rap niggas is wack, practicing bigotry
Bitches think that I'm coo-coo now
Cause I talk to myself like when blue-tooths came out
I keep a Boy Scout on my team, when I kill you
He knows where to leave you, no doubt
Girl Scouts for them cookies, got older ones for some nookie
Rappers thinking they buzzing' but can't fly, homie, that's Woody
Make your girl clap that ass, dancing for the whole crew
Groovie Gang and APE the labels, we don't know you
Punch lines popping' off like Shang Chi's Kung Fu
We cracking down on rappers like a shoot, Bamboo

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 1v1]
It's funny how our forefathers are white Just to keep us in the cellars, trying to darken our sight

And, as you know, things in the dark will always come to the light And this is war, you grab the sword and take the L like a knight

See but violence isn't always the answer March in silence, non-violence just to show what we stand for

On a pedestal, you sickens us, you cold sore Greedy with the pie, but you know that we want more

Money, root to the evilest ways Working class, understaffed cause you sit and you blaze

And you hate that we complain, but won't give us a raise You're the doctor and we're the mouse cause we're just stuck in a maze

So if all you niggas tired of being stuck in a cycle

Try opening your eyes and start shutting your pie holes

XP and No Idols, 1v1 we some psychos

When two kings become three, worship us like the bible

[Hook]