Kingdoms Will Fall

By Maggz

On The Break Out

Released on October 1, 2009

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[Verse 1]

They say rap is my fate ‘til the angels come

‘til I pass the gate where the angels sung

My calling, so I grind put my all in

Mom's home but in the game stood as an orphan

Against all odds I braced the storm

Stood close to the fire ‘til my face was warm

But not too close to burn, but too close to learn

Stood tall where most of you squirm

So this post I earned dude deserve it

Coz I move with purpose truer service

Even though few where cursing who can birth this

Like I do, who can work this like my crew

Still nobody in sight

To compete with the beast who embodied the mic right

My posse hype, we no hobby types

We want money right ‘til your honey like


[Chorus]

Kingdoms will rise kingdoms will fall

But I will survive through it all

Kill my heart … kill my heart

Kill my heart … kill my heart


[Verse 2]

I push on, I pedal ahead

Through the bull through the obstacles battles ahead

Was made to succeed while the settle instead

Look a thorough bread ‘til dough for bread

So I push through the hating

Push through the misquotes ‘til they call me Varbayton

Push through my singles ‘til they know me in stations

You been rapping for years show me amazing

Look homie we waiting

It’s been too long, half of your fans moved on

They thought I was dead I resurrected as a new born

New dawn, can't touch what my crew's on

We cruise on no clutch ‘til the fuel’s gone

We gon ride ‘til the rims fall off

And pray to my God ‘til my sins was off

I don't do it for self my king's involved

And I can't stop even though to win's hard

And to win these broads, will take more than smooth talk

They wanna see the car, crib and the jewels talk

While you moon walk they wanna walk on moons

So they can see the stars closer and awkward views

Funny when my bars rose up they called on Q

Now they wanna board on too, the gravy train

But never gave a fuck when I was under heavy rain

Couldn't get my sentences like a baby brain

Try to have me slain, all coz of loose pigeons

Who never pray to God but praise true religion

How you gon' wife that

Who you kidding playa get your life back

Over true women


[Chorus]