the fire in winter When it snows it won't be cold Call the wind in summer If the salt should reign as gold Eraticus Kill the king Magantas Kill the king
Vertaling: Masters of Reality. Kill The King.
fantasies will get you killed Reality is what is real, reality is black is black I try, try to tell my people, we all are one, created equal Before we master
music, hold on, listen Tell the DJ turn the music up Gangsters in the club, everybody thugs Me I play the walk, sipping on the Guinness 'Cuz in reality
spend it wisely I get ill when the beats hypnotize me Realize that the key Is for each, to master, his own destiny Deal with reality, and keep a tight
know who it was that said it was all good, He musta neva been to the corner and spent a half an hour or longer, Where you can smell reality stronger,
mastered often kill the freak seekers, eyes spiraling tangled in the star spangled wiring I can turn from toxicated visuals and all the kings horses
, explore, inspect, investigate Drop down knowledge, and kill dub plates [krs-one] Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill
be killed very simple This indicates that Greece had no respect For science or intellect So how the hell you created philosophy When you kill philosophers constantly The point is that we descend from kings
What is this? A Binary Reality, Dazed in refracting light ? Or formed in ether from nothing? What is this a hallogram, an endless platform? What have
and soul of New York City!!!!) The streets fuck with me (Yeah!) I get in they blood I give 'em reality rap and the shit for the club (AYY!) You think Buck goin bankrupt?! Kill
4:] The Knoliton master law and order Astrolgoic civilize the human family throughout the populous Live forever like metabolics Everything I speak has logic Estimated all partsman of the chief king
(I'm King News and I come to you with the truth The mean streets took six more lives overnight all the result of gang-bang stupidity By the way, you gangsters
on, listen [Wyclef] Tell the DJ turn the music up Gangsters in the club, everybody thugs Me I play the walk, sipping on the Guiness Cause in reality
