Royal Hand (feat. Gangrene)

When the king dies, the high priest is to take his own life

Then be laid to rest where his soul can guard the king

You know that, you know that

Thy soul shall enter into the mortal body and possess its spirit to do thy bidding

You know that, you know that

You know that, you know that

We shall still the fires that seek to destroy

You know that, you know that

And gain thy strength until the last intruder shall be no more

Throwin' a wrench, put you on the reserve

I sit you back down on the bench, see the "Do Not Disturb" sign when I'm cashing out the rent

Uh, out the rent

Sealed double, I get it wrapped without the scent

Bubble-eye Benz, I'm blackin' out the tint

All that

Throw me the pinch, I'll smack it out the fence

Then I hang my jacket out to rinse

I'm dripping, I'm swimming in a sauce container

Electric current flowin' through me, I'm a oscillator

Partially disabled, rusty razor to split the Garcia Vega, and spill the guts on the marble table

Mess

So many trinkets encrusted, I need a larger cable

All that

So many papers in my rap sheet, it's hard to staple

All that

Word for word, you're not on my Lavelle

I clean up nice, there's not a spot on my lapel

Nothing

Still labeling price tags with product on the shelf

Don't walk around with a toolbox, I got it on the belt

I got it on the belt

Slide in any pocket, provided I'ma melt

After the cards were shuffled and divided, I was dealt a royal hand

Royal hand

Boiled a pollo rapper, then foil and Saran, you a boy band, I sip petroleum straight from an oil can

You know that, you know that

Are you asking me to believe that a—

You know that

A man who's been dead three thousand, years has the power to transfer his soul into the body of another human being?

You know that, you know that

You know that, you know that

No, I'm not asking you to believe anything, Captain Amelia

You know that

Uh, throw 'em over the cliffs, push 'em over the edge, shove 'em into the pits

Uh, uh, uh

Pull 'em into the fire, drown 'em down in the water

Yeah, ooh

Choke 'em until they bubble, this cut is more than a slaughter

Yeah, ooh

We crossing over the borders away, it's a disorder

This order had me out tourin' in Californi', a foreign

Grr

And riding foreigns and flooring, yeah, flying past the cornea

Four in the morning, one for the books, call the historian

Ow

Living life in euphoria will get you **** caught in the waves

Heavy flooding like back in the days

Have that haze send you back in a phase, active with strays

And brave will graze your grace till your back's in a grave

Aye, aye, aye

That's them recipes from earth, either barbecue flames or make peace with dirt

Ooh

And rushed in the soil, the fresh always spoil

Yeah

You're not shocking me like I'm next to a Tesla coil

Bzz

And when I'm cooking, I bring the best to a boil

Uh

Dirty grease dripped, this ain't the freshest oil

C'mon

No retreat for when they spectrum's unloyal

Uh

I'm cut from a cloth of kings, extra royal

Yeah, ah-ah-ah

Something over which we have no control did happen

The instant that Faraday's scalpel cut into those wrappings

You're a doctor

You can fight known things

I don't know how to fight the unknown

I say we find the royal tomb and we find the answer

I'm gonna surprise you, Quentin

I say we do too

A long time ago, I used to write graffiti

All that type of stuff, you know?

You know what I was doing?

I was on the internet, okay

Yo, the internet is—