• Artist: Jay-Z f/ Chris Martin
• Song Title: Most Kingz
• Album: n/a

The the the king
They wanna be the the the king
They wanna be the the the king
They wanna be the the the king

Inspired by Basquiat my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots hit my body up I'm tired
Build me up to break me down to build me up again
They like Hov we need you back so we can kill your a** again
Hov got flow though he's no Big and Pac but he's close
How I'm s'posed to win they got me fighting ghosts

Most kings get their heads cut off

With the same sword they knight you they gonna good night you with
S*** thats only half if they like you
That aint even the half what they might do
Don't believe me ask Michael
See Martin, see Malcolm
See Biggy see Pac see success and its outcome
See Jesus see Judas
See Caesar see Brutus see success is like suicide
Suicide it's a suicide
When you succeed prepare to be crucified
Media meddles n****s sue you settle
Every step you take they remind you you ghetto
So it's tough being Bobby Brown
To be Bobby then you gotta be Bobby now
Now the question is Is to have had and lost
Better than not having at all because dawg

Most kings get their heads cut off
Keep on climbing 'til you reach the top
Keep on coming if they ready or not
Most kings get their heads cut off
The, the, the king
They wanna be the the the king
They wanna be

Everybody wanna be the king the shots ring
You laying on your balcony with holes in your dream
Or you Malcolm X'd out get distracted by screams
Everybody get your hand off my jeans
Everybody look at you strange say you changed
Like you work that hard to stay the same
Game stays the same the name changes
So it's best for those to not overdose on being famous
Most kings get driven so insane
That they try to hit the same vein that Kurt Cobain did
So dangerous no strangers
Invited to the inner sanctum of your chambers
Load chambers the enemies approaching
So raise your draw bridge and drown them in the moat then
Spirit I'm invoking these kings who've been awoken
From shots from those who was most close to them
They wont stop until you ghost to them
But real kings don't die they become martyrs, let's toast to them
King Arthur, put a robe to them
Like James Brown know the show aint over until Rome's ruin
To the Republic it's over though
To my loyal subjects it's over hoe
Long live the king no the reign won't stop
They want my head on the chopping block I wont die nah

Most kings get their heads cut off
Keep on climbing 'til you reach the top
Keep on coming if they ready or not
Most kings get their heads cut off
Keep on coming if they're ready or not
Long live the king
No the reign wont stop
Long live the the the king
They wanna be the the the king
Long live the the the king
They wanna be the the the king
Most kings get their heads cut off
Keep on climbing 'til you reach the top
Keep on coming if they're ready or not