Ztreet k1ngZ

<sub>here comes the king
walking down the street
everybody looking, gossip and talk

he doesnt look the way they thought he would be

scepter in my hand
left the world after grand entrance
theyre entranced with the message
better plan it to be one that they never forget

so i hand it to the Godhead
i dont care if its the mansions or the projects
all gotta pay respects
on time never late even when hes dead

long live the street kings and queens
brought together by the synchronicities
life was liminal until ya leave it
missing digital artifacts like GeoCities

glad i got the wayback machine
collect my memories of a dying dream tryna free em
pirates grinning til the grim reaper meet em
did me dirty but my payback is so clean

here comes the king
walking down the street
everybody knows now
reputation preceding him
but they cant read him

they cant meet him where hes at on the fifth floor
desperate, tryna fit themselves into his lore
but it was written already
trial by stone like Dark Crystal

pumping Jesus blood, like heart pistons
runs in his veins
everyone he loved thought he was insane
until the turning of the tables
most hated was the most needed and appreciated

from underrated and overlooked to overbooked
all because he prayed it
and he patiently awaited it
for the right time to strike like a sniper

camping for years, like a whole life
for that final moment when its just right
like Phil Collins In the Air Tonight
carry light into parasite lairs

climbing like Zeppelins stairs
grinding while theyre still unawares
just a street king taking over airwaves, guerrilla style
so fly that it might seem unfair</sub>