Lyrics Talib Kweli – King Shit

NIKO IS:
Cheers to the OGs, I hope you live 107 years
Chill recognize chill
Don’t chill or be chill

Your flight’s so long they serve me 3 meals
The wine by the glass, unlimited refills
You don’t trip on the thrill seeking for cheap thrills
Recording in the same factory where they manufacturing e pills
When you on the move, man it’s hard to be still
I’m intoxicated in Amsterdam, I’m staring at a cheese wheel
Another day, another hotel, more money gets more emails
Came to this show solo but I’m leaving with four females
At the party in the ?
there’s no need for more details
300 dollars for the weed smell the tree louder than Meek Mill
?
but tell me what’s new
Besides couples months of tunes I recorded with the cool
Important though, always eating imported food
Always speaking the ghetto gospel, that’s according to the truth
Yea that’s cool, but ask who, you? ?
?
why people win and why people lose
Oh, you gotta balance it
With challenging gravity comes a lot of challenges
Make something that’s incredible to make up for the talent-less
That’s what talent is, OG

Travelling all the time, passport of an adventurer
I need a royal court fit for an emperor

GQ:
I used to wish for all of this, no really
I mean I went through hell just to be like spawn for this
If you ain’t travelling you might not be too fond of this
You lates, I woke up at the crack of dawn for this
I told the post office to postpone my postcard
When I realised that you couldn’t respond to this
My show set harder than homework at Harvard gets
Audience love when I’m cutting up like barber flicks
Life a movie, need a part for this?
Apart from this I be sauced up like tartared fish, my nigga
Having wine and food for dinner, no ?
Flights on a Friday, I’m out like Miss Parker tits
I might forget, ?
all my kicks
Handle my business now businesses want a partnership
And I’m ?
I’m fresh as
Hoes popping up at shows like Bishop at Q’s locker
Blowing sweets in hotel suites, somethin’ vicious
How he go from Golden Gates to London Bridges?
I just hope it all goes well
Moppin’ clean, Prince Akeem, I always leave a rose trail
Pour us open Luna Rossa I’m floating in Prada
Make her pour her feelings out, she a broken piñata
Sunset like koi scales
Consider yourself lucky if you even get the voicemail

NIKO IS:
Travelling all the time, passport of an adventurer
I need a royal court fit for an emperor
King shit
Perfect weather, perfect temperature
Travelling all the time, passport of an adventurer
I need a royal court fit for an emperor
That’s king shit
Perfect weather, perfect temperature