paroles de chanson Humble King - YakiTheKid
Yeah
yeah
yeah
'Tis
the
season,
man
Let's
end
this
year
off
on
a
high
note,
huh?
Let's
rock
Yeah
Let
me
tell
a
story
'bout
the
humble
King,
look,
look
Never
totin'
golden
chains
or
diamond
rings
(Nah)
In
fact
He
came
break
the
chains
Off
the
souls
of
you
and
me
(That's
right)
Everybody
stand
and
give
praise
to
the
humble
King,
look
(Stand
up)
Cuz
every
wintertime
we
celebrate,
but
tell
me
do
you
meditate
On
the
fact
that
Santa
ain't
the
reason
for
the
season
We
too
busy
giving
but
it's
'bout
receiving,
look,
look
A
gift
so
great
that
money
can't
conceive
it,
look,
look
(Facts)
Far
away
from
here,
in
an
era
many
years
ago
This
ain't
Star
Wars
but
the
star
told
'em
where
to
go
Little
town
of
Bethlehem,
angels
told
the
desert
men
Look
up
to
the
sky,
the
baby
King
has
came
upon
the
globe
Touchdown,
gathered
up
they
gifts
and
then
they
blast
off
Mortal
kings
knew
He
was
the
One
and
took
they
hats
off
Shepherds
soon
became
the
sheep,
flockin'
to
they
Master
Demons
started
running
on
they
feet,
like
a
track
star
Kings
started
getting
pressed,
cuz
they
knew
they
time
was
up
Even
tried
to
give
Him
death,
but
instead
they
dining,
huh
Can't
nobody
stop
the
will
of
God
from
its
fruition
(Nah)
Praise
be
to
God
that
the
humble
King
is
living,
look
Let
me
tell
a
story
'bout
the
humble
King,
look,
look
Never
totin'
golden
chains
or
diamond
rings
(No
sir)
In
fact
He
came
break
the
chains
Off
the
souls
of
you
and
me
(That's
right)
Everybody
stand
and
give
praise
To
the
humble
King,
look
(On
your
feet)
Let
me
tell
a
story
'bout
the
humble
King,
who
deserves
Every
tongue
confession,
every
bended
knee
(Uh
huh)
Even
got
down
for
His
disciples,
started
washing
feet
That's
why
when
I
be
steppin'
for
the
Kingdom,
Boy
I
keep
it
clean,
look,
look
(Woo
ooh)
Little
baby
boy
full
of
grace
all
in
His
eyes
(Yeah)
Olive-skinned
Prince
for
whom
the
saints
are
mesmerized
Ain't
a
greater
One
since,
and
so
the
truth
solidifies
(Yeah)
Peep
the
Heaven-sent
gift
that
even
Satan
recognize,
man
Let
me
tell
a
story
'bout
the
humble
King,
Who
pulled
up
to
the
city
on
a
donkey
instead
of
golden
wings
Even
all
the
sinners
in
they
wickedness,
they
saw
the
gleam
He
was
the
Messiah
and
they
knew
that
He
had
come
to
be,
look,
look
Let
me
tell
a
story
'bout
the
humble
King,
who
stepped
down
From
His
throne
to
come
to
earth
and
die
for
you
and
me
Stripped
Him
of
His
robes,
And
then
they
pinned
Him
to
that
cursed
tree
Cuz
the
truth
had
overcome
the
system,
And
they
watched
Him
bleed,
look,
look
Thought
that
He
was
dead,
but
He
the
risen
King,
look,
look
Demons
gettin'
pressed,
I
know
that
Satan
he
was
shook,
shook
Rolled
aside
the
rock
cuz
really
it
was
He
Reaper
tried
to
give
the
10-count,
it
only
took
Him
three
So
let
me
tell
a
story
'bout
the
humble
King,
look,
look
(Uh
huh)
Never
totin'
golden
chains
or
diamond
rings
(No
sir)
In
fact
He
came
break
the
chains
Off
the
souls
of
you
and
me
(That's
right)
Everybody
stand
and
give
praise
to
the
humble
King,
on
your
knees
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