Valley Of Kings - K.A.A.N., Big Ghost Ltd

Uh huh, yes lawd, knowledge, nigga, uh huh, eh

Set up supplies from the weak and the rotten

We just the lost and forgotten ones, deplorables they call us

Disposable, they threw us out now choose your route and path to ride

There ain’t no fuckin' choices left, it’s feast or famine, I ain’t starvin'

No new friends, I really started from the fuckin' bottom

Fill a fat cigar with the finest flowers, I’m stuck for hours

Cold the cadence like an algorithm, call it alchemy

Out to be the best but who cares, I mean there’s more to life

More important things than what’s going on in your shallow mind

More pressing matters than making yourself immortalized

More to learn to find the time, we’ll get it right I’m sure we will

This shit’ll knock a nigga out like Holyfield, we hold our own

Post traumatic paragraphs, the raps and my pen and it’s plenty

Pennies for my thoughts but dollar bills for conversation pieces

Humble poet in the pocket make you think like Alan Watts did

Outside of the box diagnostic knockin' your door down (uh)

I feel like Nas in '98 I need a new velour

Rolled a 5 pack of the Backwoods in the humidor

Exclusive smoke, elusive ghost, the past we had to let it go

Came back for more except we grasped what they have yet to know (uh)

I feel as though we’re all lost, cost of our decisions

I keep my head held high and hope the lord forgive us

I feel as though we’re all lost, cost of our decisions

I keep my head held high and hope the lord forgive us

(Held high, held high, held high)

Sometimes I feel as though they hard of hearing

You hit 'em with that heavy flow and that’s a conversation period

I, try to ignore and talk to the Lord

Pray for 'em, but some fools just love to perform (uh huh)

Put on the Shakespearean ensemble, Othello

Niggas hit the runway and kept it movin' like propellers

Smooth, I ain’t fuck her I just gave that ho some mo' better

Same ambiance as Chris Wallace in the Coogi sweater

11 passes in a row, the young

Forming the fortress that you can’t breach

We don’t speak on the telephone, relay the message back n forth

These bastards are no match for us

No fear inside the heart of the generals I precede with

Please give us space to breathe (breathe)

Give us time to think (think)

We just tryna make it happen man by any means (means)

Give us space to breathe (breathe)

Give us time to think (think)

We just tryna make it happen man by any means

This world is insignificant within the grand scheme

Try to keep that shit in mind 'cause it helps with perspective

I don’t internalize a thing, I let it it all go, ay, I let it all go

Uh huh, eh, eh, uh huh, eh, uh huh, eh, huh

Now tell me what you got, I’ll tell you what I need

Now tell me what you got, I’ll tell you what I need

Now tell me what you got, I’ll tell you what I need, eh

I’ll tell you what I, I need more peace

I need more sleep, I need more rest

I need less stress, I need more cash

I need more love, I need less hate

Shit I need all the above

Shit I love life, my nigga don’t you too?

So why you on the edge?

You goin' off the deep end tryin' to get ahead

These niggas talkin' like they wanna trap

Soon as they get caught up in some shit then they turn to acrobats

Flippin' on they confidants and even loved ones

All in the name of a lump sum where I come from