3D of the real kings

Can't stop, won't stop Can't stop, won't stop Workin', know one thing for certain I woke up this morning feelin' like a different person My path is leadin' to progression, tryna get to perfect Malcolm X, with the chopper, lookin' out the curtains, uh It was each and every day and night I had to fight and turn the fear into a source of might The source of light inside my spirit looked like dynamite I think I may, I think I might take 'em out of sight I was the runt of the litter, now my fangs bigger And my legs quicker I had to jump into the pit and swing my elbows Became the one who held the torch the day that hell froze Burnin' till my name rang bells so When it all comes down, will you give it up? And if you do it, how the hell should I know? Least I know how that feels, I'll be keepin' shit real If you don't get dark, then you'll never glow They told her to hold to the window Least I know how that feels, I'll be keepin' shit real They wanted me to break, wanted me to quit Wanted me to die and be done with it But I got my second wind The real bill, I could never be a counterfeit Look, make 'em listen now Things be lookin' little different where I'm sittin' now Never figured I'd end up in this position At the same time feelin' like forever I been spittin' out the same rhymes Never take a back seat Treat the session like a track meet The way I'm laughin' at these haters who gon' catch me Black cat, evolution of the black sheep 'Cause I've been goin', how it happened, don't ask me Resurrected, redirected on a new scale Kill the game, guess they'll have to write a new will In the end I never lose, you know me too well Go against me playa, you won't do well When it all comes down, will you give it up? And if you do it, how the hell should I know? Least I know how that feels, I'll be keepin' shit real If you don't get dark, then you'll never glow They told her to hold to the window Least I know how that feels, I'll be keepin' shit real Ooh, yeah! Everybody says I'm better off dead! But what they really mean is life just a dream When it all comes down, will you give it up? And if you do it, how the hell should I know? Least I know how that feels, I'll be keepin' shit real If you don't get dark, then you'll never glow They told her to hold to the window Least I know how that feels, I'll be keepin' shit real

Running with the street lights Laughing at the grave He swears he's gonna give it up It's never gonna be enough I just wanna be there When you're all alone Thinking about a better day When you had it in your bones This could be the end This could be the end This could be the end This could be the end I see you in the evening Sitting on your throne You're playing with a fireball And post it up against the wall I just wanna hold you Take you by your hand And tell you that you're good enough And tell you that it's gonna be tough This could be the end This could be the end This could be the end This could be the end 'Cause I ain't got a home Running from the streetlights Shining on her grave Once you had the good stuff Never gonna fill you up I wanna be the one who Gives them my world And gives them all the feeling of it Just a little taste of it This could be the end This could be the end This could be the end This could be the end 'Cause I ain't got a home And I'll forever roam No, I ain't got a home I'll forever roam 'Cause I ain't got a home I'll forever roam No, I ain't got a home I'll forever roam I ain't got a home

Hard times as we go We know what times will change I talked to Jesus Jesus says I'm okay Pushing and jumping Jumping the mountain range And in a railroad Railroad from hell to Maine While she says she's on her own I'll be pacing on the phone Taking numbers, taking blame Awful sick and tired of the gang She comes from nothing Hoping for a taste of fame She's got a birthmark A birthmark the shape of Maine While she says she's on her own I'll be pacing on the phone Taking numbers, taking blame Awful sick and tired of the gang And it's cold And it's cold And it's cold when you're near Cold when you're near any bottle Cold and it's cold And it's cold when you're near Cold when you're near any bottle Hard times as we go We know where times will change I talk to Jesus Jesus everyday Hard times as we go

Beneath the dance hall lights You see my girl so sound Lights up the ground If you give up New York I'll give you Tennessee The only place to be The cowboys burning eyes Don't like the sight of me Just straight enough to breathe I like your point of views So don't you shy away Ride out the wave Ride out the wave Ride out the wave Ride out the wave Ride out the wave You had me holding on All of the time in place Ride out the wave Bury yourself away The one and only face Ride out the wave Ride out the wave Ride out the wave

Tim Vesely and Dave Bidini Check your watch; You're fourteen and more. Here lies a road not travelled before. Down in the cellar, There's beer on your breath. And up off the floor, Did you let him explore? Check your map. You're Louis Riel. He rode a horse before you were born. Out in the flatland, The money's all spent. And out in the field, Your fate has been sealed. I'm the King of the Past, but still I walk forward. Won't close my eyes to the passing of time. I'm in Fredericton Northern where the rivers make borders, But planes fly right over them. Check your map, 'Cause you've lost your watch. It's buried under snow; its time does not stop. Find your way homeward. The rivers are freezing. And under the ice, The borders are changing. I'm the King of the Past, but still I walk forward. I step over hundreds of years yet to come, While the eyes in the back of my head draw no borders, Just rivers that channel the rain. (Chase them away.)