Текст песни Margalla King - Adil Omar

Head to toe in camo
Paki also known as Rambo
Unloading ammo with a case of exploding mangoes
Control the panel
The flow that's known to choke and mangle
Every known example on the globe
And I'mma go bananas
Call out you assholes cause all y'all suck
I'm bringing punk rock, avant garde, art house snuff
A fucking onslaught, you want war, I call your bluff
And give an encore to stomp y'all, an all out rush
I am avant hard, the trunk pop with all that bass
We leaving bloodclots skull knocked with all that bass
And when the drum drop the fun stop, I rock that stage
And spit a buckshot, so fuck cops, it's all out rage
The brown John McAfee
I'm full of hatred, it's my turn to rumble
Watch me live in action
Armed and naked in a burning jungle
The indie thriller, killer
Make your stomach churn and grumble
I am a live grenade now it's your turn to juggle

Listen to the sound, boy killin 'em
Living underground, boy killin' em
Make no, no mistake when I bring
What I bring to the track, I'mma own everything

You got to make way for the king
You got to make way for the king
You got to make way for the king
You got to make way for the king

The way I spit, I slip the panties off a virginal nun
Vocal precision, technicality is surgery, son
Open incision on your game, there ain't nobody to save ya
Not a player but monogamy is not in my nature
If you would like then I could talk to you later
Shorty slayer steal a shorty off my cockiest hater
You try hards can die hard, etc
Rap war lord, you could call me the general
I take it all but still it isn't enough
Your crew's bitch made, shit faced and still in the club
My goons get paid, lift weights and listen to Clutch
And move 6, 8, 12 steps ahead of you punks, so listen
Not to mention competition getting dominated
Contemplating how to make their
Way out of these lion's cages
Annihilation, track bleeding when the record's on
The rap demon stampeding with the Elliphant

Listen to the sound, boy killin 'em
Living underground, boy killin' em
Make no, no mistake when I bring
What I bring to the track, I'mma own everything

You got to make way for the king
You got to make way for the king
You got to make way for the king
You got to make way for the king

And I don't know
I don't know what I'm trying for
I gotta make bread and get my life in order
But my brain snap and my mind's exhausted
For another motherfucking Lux Style Award
Nomination that I won't win, there's no end
To all of this bullshit saturation
Everyone of you culprits
They try to tell me that my art's a joke
My dirty mouth get validated by a bar of soap? please
Karachi Vice, the bullet flow and boomin' beat
Sonic target killer, major lazer bringin' heat that's pointed
At your fucking faces, you can duck but I am Sterling Archer
Idris Elba, 007, you could bet they've heard about us
Counter culture superheroes counting ones and zeros
We are the sharks in the water, you just chumps in speedos
Swimmers missing, get dismembered by the sound byte
Motherfucker, this is what hunger sounds like

Listen to the sound, boy killin 'em
Living underground, boy killin' em
Make no, no mistake when I bring
What I bring to the track, I'mma own everything

You got to make way for the king
You got to make way for the king
You got to make way for the king
You got to make way for the king