King Without a Crown - Intellectual

[Intro: Swade]

King without a crown, a king without a crown

[Verse 1: Thi'sl]

Yeah

Ride around with the top laid back

Let it knock boy, I’m back and I love my city

Got a heart like ‘Pac for the block

But your boy big and black like Biggie

Got the dope boys with me, so the po-po see me

And they gotta pull me over cuz they think

I’m riding around with the .4-4 with me

I don’t do it for the glory, boy I do it for the king

And I don’t bang for the hood, but I do it for the streets

And I do it for my mama, all the nights she sleep

And I do it for my kids, cuz my kids gotta eat

Granny in the kitchen, whipping them turnips

She told me God got me, I told her I turn up

Over beats I turn up, in the streets I turn up

Matter fact imma change my name, from now on you can call me Turn Up

Whatever you thinking and you believeing, I am, I’m not

Unless you thinking and you believing I am, I’m hot

Set this world on fire, you can feel the heat

You die for that crown, mine at his feet

[Hook: Swade]

I throw my crown on the ground

And place it at your feet

While I’m out here tryin’ to get it

Make sure all my people believe

I’m never down for the count

And I never know defeat

I’m mobbing through the city

And these people watching me

But I’m a King without a crown, a king without a crown

But I’m a King without a crown, a king without a crown (Corey Paul, Frontline!!!)

[Verse 2: Corey Paul]

Give me 5 dollars on pump eight

Transmission slipping we stayed

Ran a little late, we straight

Cuz momma made sure we ate

I was about 9 years old when my daddy got found

Noose wrapped around his neck in the attic of the house

Knew then that the devil would thrill as the blood congealed

He kept the weapon concealed

You swear to God he had gills

Reptilian, cold blooded killer and his co-defendant looked familiar

Say it look like me, say it look like you

If it look like a felon then my cousin got two

My brother got one, and my partner got three

I’m trying to explain to these g’s we kings but

A ten dollar rock turn a pretty prom queen

To a beggin’ dope fiend on Martin Luther King

Lord please

I’ll place my crown at your feet, If I don’t know where my crown is

Whole genealogy full of ideology, now I don’t know which crown which

How am I successful with this robe and scepter

I’m the reason the king was murked

I don’t know what you know

But I’m the one way, way back in the church still smelling like purp

And you say that you do, and my crown made of gold

And my daddy is a king, and I’m right I really deserve death

But the one that was murked, He died for me

And brings a king to his knees, and my crown to your feet

Lord, take all that I got, you know

Prostrate position, face down on the ground

Like the law just hit that block