KXNG Crooked - KXNG Tut lyrics

[Intro: KXNG Crooked] Me and my n***as, we sip spirits in a gold chalice Bare witness to the god Amun Ra Anyone who try to f** with us is gonna be the next mummy It's a wrap, put that on a (?) n***a [Chorus: KXNG Crooked] Twenty gold chains n***as call me King Tut Twenty gold chains n***as call me King Tut Twenty gold chains n***as call me King Tut Love all my haters n***as I don't give a f** Enemies wanna k** me n***a I don't give a f** All a n***a know is Makavelli hit 'em up Twenty gold chains n***as call me King Tut Twenty gold chains n***as call me King Tut [Verse 1: KXNG Crooked] And I ain't even have to bust a tool in a while, but the tool separates a fool and his smile I move with the .cal I represent the movement with style, you're talking to the j**el of the now Twenty gold chains n***as call me King Tut I write in hieroglyphics and my body's inked up I brought you astronomy the universe and my mind sync'd up Real n***as now hold your drinks up Still in my prime like I'm Optimus, plus I'm an optimist Chicks put their mouth right on top of this (?) I'ma just f** her sarcophagus then put her womb in a tomb that's (?) Keep that in confidence, here sign these documents, promise its common sense Dominick's not with the drama miss You gave me brain like a scholarship, I'm too in common b**h [Chorus: KXNG Crooked] Twenty gold chains n***as call me King Tut Love all my haters n***as I don't give a f** Enemies wanna k** me n***a I don't give a f** All a n***a know is Makavelli hit 'em up Twenty gold chains n***as call me King Tut Twenty gold chains n***as call me King Tut [Verse 2: KXNG Crooked] I never sold my soul, so they hatin' on a leader The beats a canvas I paint the Mona Lisa My voice vibrates when it came over the speaker Like Jay-Z and Nas I take over the ether Laws of attraction, gotta keep you snakes under pressure Industry is fake a bunch of wrestlers, music they dumb it down to keep you in the dark I'ma turn the lights on like Tesla, yes sir [Chorus: KXNG Crooked] Twenty gold chains n***as call me King Tut Love all my haters n***as I don't give a f** Enemies wanna k** me n***a I don't give a f** All a n***a know is Makavelli hit 'em up Twenty gold chains n***as call me King Tut Twenty gold chains n***as call me King Tut [Outro] The (?) of (?)Typically negro and all it's features I remembered, the ancient pa**ages of Heroditus The ancient Egyptians were Hebrews of the same type, as old Native born Africans Just to think that this race of black men, today, are slaves, and the object of scorn The very race to which we owe our