B.O.B. - King Tut lyrics

Let's be honest I wake up in the morning get sh** jumping She gon' get that D with my thumb in No Benihana just top ramen I feel like King Tutankhamun Uh, pay your homage Bobby Ray the shaman Namaste, or something conscious, I promise Saw this day was coming Like a plague or something Hundred nations form a summit Congress, no hesitation coming Try to take it from me Terminator style I'm dumping Dumping, clip gon' kick back like Liu Kang Or f**ing Johnny Cage Them hollows graze your stomach Vomit, everyday or something Some grenade or something Someone say that someones bombing the gunman Propagate and conflicts sway the moral compa** You debate on who done done it Converse, I'ma stay a slum It's still segregated proms in the state I'm from And they still gon' bang you up for an ashtray of crumbs If a cop could pop you, no indictment It's obvious the justice system pretty biased Take your right away like arthritis The eye of the all seeing iris Let's be honest I wake up in the morning get sh** jumping She gon' get that D with my thumb in No Benihana just top ramen I feel like King Tutankhamun Like I'm suffering from ego d**h Need no stress, lean on deck, weed on deck Green thumb, I'm Imhotep They depopulate you with chemo They'll steal your breath, beast mode There ain't no more heroes left Hercules conflicts all black incognito Like Ne-Yo at Emo Fest, flip like aikido Arm the torpedo, I'm armed and I'm reloaded Three piece tuxedo, I bomb like a G though Bondage just like a slave or something That can't awaken from it We ain't got a thing in common, you common Minus the sense, keep your eyes on your rent And them commas modern economics consumption Summon critics in my comments A conference of conversations and a**umptions, it's constant Pill's too big to ever stomach, you astonished I never claimed I'm Nostradamus The publics intuition mixed with my opinion's just more confirmation on the subject, don't want it Pull your card, I'll pull no punches A monkey wrench in a dysfunction now