Untitled Kings (Heros)
[Verse 1: Shakil]
Clooney stud, vitruvius modern, you should be honored
Venice beach nudist, the newest gluteus
Dubious, doobies smoked newbies like a nuke in call of duty
Fought out of your nudies the new king
Shooting like bane at the movies, starstruck
Bear the pain its soothing, smoothing like Starbucks
Sacred geometry, life in a money tree, started starving
The Spartan on stardust, now I'm on fire like Pryor
Flowing like water in a aqueduct, after us
The Ku Klux, they wish Jim Crow was still in law
But times a changin', not every n***a with cornrows can ball
The ageless angel, Kid Icarus attacking from all angles
Kicked into the pit, grabbing the devil by his ankles
See this is yall problem, punks yall parking lot Prada
Boutta big as piranhas,prima donnas coining of comments
And lately, I've been spitting crack like F.B.I and Contra
In the 80's baby, I'm next up
[Break]
[Verse 2: Young Q]
Young
You better start feeling me or start fearing me
Either way you gone end up hearing me
I'm just a rapper though, I don't say much
I just write shit, and let my lyrics talk
If its speaking to you, I hope you hear it well
I got two things, weighing on my scale
Money and power, I want them both coming in by the hour
I'm still a young n***a, only 19
Close to getting out all of life's dreams
So stay G.O.L.D., stay G.O.L.D. n***a
From all the youngins to the old n***as
Reppin HCo back home n***a
Where the crown at? watch the throne n***a
I'm like the modern day HOV to the lone winners
Casanova to my old women, I'm just cold pimpin
No cold stone, We just chase cash
I'm the young king, who use to be a zero
Now I find my self cooling with the young lost hero
It's ironic huh, we iconic
Clooney stud, vitruvius modern, you should be honored
Venice beach nudist, the newest gluteus
Dubious, doobies smoked newbies like a nuke in call of duty
Fought out of your nudies the new king
Shooting like bane at the movies, starstruck
Bear the pain its soothing, smoothing like Starbucks
Sacred geometry, life in a money tree, started starving
The Spartan on stardust, now I'm on fire like Pryor
Flowing like water in a aqueduct, after us
The Ku Klux, they wish Jim Crow was still in law
But times a changin', not every n***a with cornrows can ball
The ageless angel, Kid Icarus attacking from all angles
Kicked into the pit, grabbing the devil by his ankles
See this is yall problem, punks yall parking lot Prada
Boutta big as piranhas,prima donnas coining of comments
And lately, I've been spitting crack like F.B.I and Contra
In the 80's baby, I'm next up
[Break]
[Verse 2: Young Q]
Young
You better start feeling me or start fearing me
Either way you gone end up hearing me
I'm just a rapper though, I don't say much
I just write shit, and let my lyrics talk
If its speaking to you, I hope you hear it well
I got two things, weighing on my scale
Money and power, I want them both coming in by the hour
I'm still a young n***a, only 19
Close to getting out all of life's dreams
So stay G.O.L.D., stay G.O.L.D. n***a
From all the youngins to the old n***as
Reppin HCo back home n***a
Where the crown at? watch the throne n***a
I'm like the modern day HOV to the lone winners
Casanova to my old women, I'm just cold pimpin
No cold stone, We just chase cash
I'm the young king, who use to be a zero
Now I find my self cooling with the young lost hero
It's ironic huh, we iconic