[Intro: Hell Razah] Yo， son， I’ve got something to tell you. You know what I’m saying? Because when you’re going to be a great speaker. You know what I’m saying? A wise man told me to be a hero of your own tongue. You know what I’m saying?
[Dreddy Kruger] True indeed， I hug tracks like my seed Aside， wack MC’s do me nada King Soloman the great came to evaporate the hate Yeah you， you know you’re power-u You recoginze the voice but it damn sure ain’t Kru’
[Timbo King – Royal Fam] Intensify the pressure， my swordsmanship rules the globe With ancient war strategies， signals from royal coves The golden， chosen， tribe from Medina United Kingdom， righteous leaders The queens greet us with peace My east ages style conquers Greece
[Hell Razah – Sunz of Man] We drop the jewels that make the world know… Kings We drop the jewels that make these MC’s… vibe It’s the King Constantine from the Maccabees， what? United Kingdom， now build or destruct I cuff my handcuffs， there’ll be money to discuss This poor Sun of Man used to rule like King Tut’ We could battle til you’re bankrupt， fill your tank up Come and see me from my practice， the young baptist With a gun under the mattress， to burn my matches When the war comes dont look for faxes， ashes to ashes We’re jumping out of car crashes， feed the masses
[Snuggle-Up – C.O.I.N.S.] Yo， the read up will keep my stee up I be the Snugg-Up， yo， shut up Your quarter， illusions， contusions Confusions， so I ask what are you doing? Calm down that booing， cuz what you thought wasn’t amusing Coins， different personalities， make you burn calories Once I finish you， the signature like an art gallery Got batteries in his back， but it wasn’t a new pack It’s like a car with no gas trying to go real fast I’m letting you know from the ghetto， MC’s you’ll be petro You’d better take the metro， before I’ll give permission to let your Ass just chill and stand around me And If I didn’t， I’m admitting， I’m a Coin MC And to the tower we’ll be doing this naturally Because you devils keep trying to white castle me
[Prodigal Sunn – Sunz of Man] Yo， I watch an adversary come before me With imaginary mind stories， call me the god of glory Son， you bore me with them sob stories Stationary in my sector， sipping nectar Mental perfector， light injector， the star catcher Stay stimulated， updated， rated in my climbinghood You read the stative， frustrated， haters up to no good You wish you would， could， never understood The facts of life， get your shit right Be the first to lose your windpipe Trying to fight the Brooklyn Knights You get blown like the kite When I strike that ass with light it’s similar to dynamite I’m in or out of sight， MC’s taste of Fright Night I’m like that Ike and the Tina Turner， carry your burner
[Chorus x4: Hell Razah] United Kings making power moves by all means The truth is the proof to see clear through all schemes
[Outro: Hell Razah， (Prodigal Sunn)， {Snuggle-Up}] What’s up? You know what I’m saying? The fake-ass niggaz. Mooncycle. You know what I’m saying? 1998. Brooklyn Zu. Word up. (the Fake Apostles.) When we drop it’s like a bull drops. {Rose Family.} All y’all niggaz is waiting for. (Begga Clan) You know what I’m saying? Father Lord. Peace to the rest. Word up. (U.K.) You know what I’m saying? (12 Jewelz. U.K.) You know what I’m saying? San Diego. It’s how we’re doing it. All you wait for in Bethlehem. Brooklyn it is. You know what I’m saying? And we’re out. Word. {United Kings. United Kings. United Kings.} (United Kingdom.)
