[Timbo King] What you think? I make you sink in to my lower dungeon Become a cell prisoner, my Royal Fam is coming You silly mortal, I chop heads offa backstabbers Inflictin' pain, I remain, my rap shatters Strategic moves, every plan must be documented I'm in your face, poppin' shit, I'mma knock you in it The king ruler, busting off like a German luger My date of entry, is better than a new computer I keep it rugged like a busted fade Lyrics are custom made, vocabulary top upper grade Than others, brothers are fake like forgery You still sound watery, checks come quarterly Words be squirting at the speed of light Forty days and forty nights, I be burnin', earning Royal stripes Expertise, I be wildin' like the Middle East When I release, I be aiming for ya front piece
[Chorus 2X: Timbo King] What you think, is the question that I'm askin' Mind over matter, brain power, everlasting Is it phat, or is it wack, or just passing What you think, is the question that I'm askin' (what you think?)
[Timbo King] My clarity is much clearer than a windshield Fucking up MC's, from New York to Israel I go the distance like an eight cylinder Cold killin' ya, I be the vocal superior One rap'll just crack your whole head of lettuce You get sliced up, diced up, by Royal shredders No sense is your best defense, first soaked and rinsed You're washed up, cuz you're past tense I stay hungry, I'm a starving artist Royal Fam's the hardest, king size, I be the world's largest Indeed, I'm puffin' weed through a chalice The head knocker, I'm leaving foes unbalanced Royal men, we keep moving like chess pieces I got support, I've been taught by the best teachers I'mma allergic to ya wackness, the fact is You're boring, you be raining, huh, I be pouring
[Chorus 2X]
[Timbo King] I come in handy like a book of matches Sharp like twenty axes, cuz I pay King's County taxes Crown supporter, living in a Black Castle Ghetto fortress, soldiers comin' at you We maintain, a full house with the same name Leaving the industry, branded with a Royal stain Disgusted, I be flushing like a deck of cards Through nooner, my lyrics got the winning odds Ill thoughts make me kill all sorts of men Penetrate with strength, Royal is forcing in Five pound fists aiming at ya watermelon Ten offa bean, on the scene, you just thought of selling Hittin' ya weakspots, my props is legendary I deal with knowledge first, such and such is secondary...
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Timbo King] What you think... Mind over matter.. Is it phat?.... What you think, is the question that I'm asking (what you think?) What you think... Mind over matter.. Is it phat?.... What you think, is the question that I'm asking (what you think?)
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Copy to Clipboard: [Timbo King] What you think? I make you sink in to my lower dungeon Become a cell prisoner, my Royal Fam is coming You silly mortal, I chop heads offa backstabbers Inflictin' pain, I remain, my rap shatters Strategic moves, every plan must be documented I'm in your face, poppin' shit, I'mma knock you in it The king ruler, busting off like a German luger My date of entry, is better than a new computer I keep it rugged like a busted fade Lyrics are custom made, vocabulary top upper grade Than others, brothers are fake like forgery You still sound watery, checks come quarterly Words be squirting at the speed of light Forty days and forty nights, I be burnin', earning Royal stripes Expertise, I be wildin' like the Middle East When I release, I be aiming for ya front piece
[Chorus 2X: Timbo King] What you think, is the question that I'm askin' Mind over matter, brain power, everlasting Is it phat, or is it wack, or just passing What you think, is the question that I'm askin' (what you think?)
[Timbo King] My clarity is much clearer than a windshield Fucking up MC's, from New York to Israel I go the distance like an eight cylinder Cold killin' ya, I be the vocal superior One rap'll just crack your whole head of lettuce You get sliced up, diced up, by Royal shredders No sense is your best defense, first soaked and rinsed You're washed up, cuz you're past tense I stay hungry, I'm a starving artist Royal Fam's the hardest, king size, I be the world's largest Indeed, I'm puffin' weed through a chalice The head knocker, I'm leaving foes unbalanced Royal men, we keep moving like chess pieces I got support, I've been taught by the best teachers I'mma allergic to ya wackness, the fact is You're boring, you be raining, huh, I be pouring
[Chorus 2X]
[Timbo King] I come in handy like a book of matches Sharp like twenty axes, cuz I pay King's County taxes Crown supporter, living in a Black Castle Ghetto fortress, soldiers comin' at you We maintain, a full house with the same name Leaving the industry, branded with a Royal stain Disgusted, I be flushing like a deck of cards Through nooner, my lyrics got the winning odds Ill thoughts make me kill all sorts of men Penetrate with strength, Royal is forcing in Five pound fists aiming at ya watermelon Ten offa bean, on the scene, you just thought of selling Hittin' ya weakspots, my props is legendary I deal with knowledge first, such and such is secondary...
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Timbo King] What you think... Mind over matter.. Is it phat?.... What you think, is the question that I'm asking (what you think?) What you think... Mind over matter.. Is it phat?.... What you think, is the question that I'm asking (what you think?)
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