Kings Are Back Lyrics - Singles - Sacred Blasphemy

[Rhinoe] 

Daily hustle, Daily Grind, on the edge of the map. 

Left side to be exact, West coast ready to snap 

Drop your head leave you dead, We don't do it for the bread, 

We do it for respect get it through your head. 

Thugz life is in the air, Californias home be the danger zone, 

dont stay home alone 

cuz I bust through your window 45 extended clip 

in your house on your couch, crack a 40 have a sip, 

dont give me lip, shut the fuck up and move 

actions speak louder than words ill break you in your hood 

Im a golden state g dissecting your brain 

human flesh at stake, mistakes leave stains 

come around this scene dislike take flight 

3 strikes youre out, be ready to fight 

if you aint from the west don't come to the coast 

if you are from the coast put your glass up and toast. 

[hook] 

We drink we smoke we straight west coast, 

We run the streets, take flight the most 

If it wasnt for the west you wouldnt need a vest, Bullets at your head aint no aiming at your chest. 

If you get high then dont come down, If somebody disrespect bet beat them down 

Cuz the wet id back to reclaim its crown, going hook for hook, going pound to pound. 

[Skandalouz] 

If it wasnt for the west these rapper wouldnt need protection 

This interception will be your depression 

My vocab will toe tag your whole worlds perception, 

mother fuckers witness this west side aggression, 

The Raw, The Real. They feel it when we kill, 

they spit about the cars, we spit about the steal. 

They talking bout some bull shit, no talking when the bullets hit. 

We run up in your spot, hit the ground or be the murder vic. 

We vicious when we enter, unload on the scene 

We got these posers trippen like some methamphetamines 

Anaheim be the dungeon where they hit you up with pistols 

best to run for safety when you hear them funny whistles, 

Take flight, hit the blunt and then pass it 

Slap the mother fucka if he act a silly bastard 

the west is back and the kings have arrived. 

head hunting wack emcees homie, dead or alive. 

[Hook x1] 

[Zoot Zoot Classic] 

I be drinking and smoking, stirring all this commotion 

with the ruckus Im bringing, now the wheels are in motion 

for the few that are chosen not the lames that be posing, 

dancing, prancing around like strippers for tokens 

and you gotta be joking while Im locked and re-loaded 

Devoted to murdering anything sugar coating 

cuz I find it repulsing so Im planting explosives 

You rookies and novice in case you didn't notice 

Police looking for motive while your heads in the ocean, 

and the rest of your body is rotting with maggots and roaches 

So my slogan will be and always remain, 

fuck with us and get damaged to brain 

Ravaged with pain, this savage can't be tamed 

or held down by chains, a virus you can't contain 

So I maintain a balance with the good and bad 

sick side all day cuz homie it's on like that.