Opio - Valley of the Kings lyrics

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Opio - Valley of the Kings lyrics

Verse 1 (Pep Love) They try to decipher the scrolls So how they ever gonna see the light if their third eye is closed? Out of the ice cold, hotter than nitro Ignite it, when I get on the mic it's like a light show We gon' feast, f**, and fight Thirst get worse on a full moon, like a beast of the night I don't believe they lies… It's something that I gotta grin and bear Kick back, pretending I didn't care. Yeah They tryin' to have my third eye vision impaired but... I was a prism like the crowds hands in the air Yeah. Hieroglyphics rare Disrespect the valley of the king, no you wouldn't dare It's time that I put aside childish things Don't believe what you hear, what you see, is not how it seems I'm the strength of my ancestors see f** Mehserle and Oscar Grant rest in peace Oh, how to be black is a blessing but… The streets is a trap full of weapons and deception The all-seeing eye is ever-present And the worth of the pheasant is measured in dead presidents Verse 2 (Casual) Hawkeye aerial view of your burial Run underground tracks like Harriet War chariot carry us through the scariest nefarious areas Huh, we crew… Pirush and can grubs like Darius too It's the malaria mosquito territory, yo oracle The griot hot, so he not bought, the sea I got, this heat I got Its oral tradition… Stand pistol gripped, with my great royal wife And she can make the wind whistle sh** Foreign crews pay tribute After traveling 500 miles along unpaved roads Escorted by 40 camel loads of gold The kings bow down, and perform in my abode Got bread by the low females that pump water From the wells to my shower, and they veils to they collars See they line up by the false door in the rear of my palace And they stand there for hours… Verse 3 (Opio) Ahhh sh**. Uh. All I see is body bags Rappers on TV equal jockeys in pilates cla** Party crash your Mardi Gras in army fatigues And blast off with the shotty, call the police Seasensical, check a lotto, talk about a my beck I run up on yo' vessel, actin' like Somali pirates And hijack, surprise attack, Black Caesar Mutiny, absolutely Relax with a sack of Sativa, call Anderson Cooper Maneuver like vandals in new chucks Smashing the crew nut, true stuff CNN read the headlines 360 degrees of dead lies Won't televise the truth, they loose tryin' Redneck rhetoric, I'm too clever The PooFoo design shine through me Who could deny? I'm unruley type firing up the toolie at Capitol Hill. Chill…Get back to the real Got me screamin' bloody murder, ‘cause I'm havin' a deal Wit' Amityville Horror Shows Get the chloroform Put ‘em in a choke hold Bang ‘em out, f** Po-Po

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