King Solomon - Klaus Layer, K.A.A.N.

Now let the motherfucker drop

So they can feel the bass

So brace of a half bent

Surrounded by has-beens

There’s killers and madmen

They plottin' and watchin'

They prey on the weak

And beseech when you speaking problems

These people they back-stab

I swear that it’s all fake

My faith has been sealed, I sincerely pray there’s no second coming of Christ

My vices have all consumed me

Mind, body and soul

The control that I used to have is no longer now in effect

I just resurrected my demons and brought them back from the grave

I could try dodge and evade but this massive mess that I made is a maze that I

must reside in

Salutations from Zaire

You resilient as I am

That’s a farce that you forcin'

Far along in your denial

Overrated and senile

Got my heart on my sleeve and I’m wearing it like a decal

Reasons are rarely feasible

Feed the minds of the famished

The feeble fain to complain

But I promise you that I plan this

Now granted, I gratify with this gift of gab that I’m blessed with

Yes I’m very obsessive

Never passive-aggressive

Protective of what I’ve built and I kill myself to obtain it

But can’t explain or articulate images in my mind

These lucid dreams that I have like an out-of-body experience

End of the conversation like exclamations and periods

Mirror me if you want to

Flattery resonates through

Praises sent to the most high

Call Jehovah for replies

Movin' that’s when I decide

See the style that I design

Never delay or rely

My entire life feel high

Watch me feast on these felines

Pussy rappers in disguise

I’ve been losin' my mind bein' pulled in many directions

Feelin' fatigued, I feel like a fallen soul, won’t you save me?

I conversate with myself, I’m confused, I’m livin' aloof

And the truth, I can never find it

Tell me how you define it

Deep inside of these passages

Pastor pass me the holy water

These words are sentimental

I truly hope they help ya

So hold them close to your soul and promise they’ll never slip

Yea yea, lawd, look

I grip the pen like fuck it

Busters and pastors duckin'

Runnin' yo pockets for ducketts

I need a bakers dozen

Due diligence, I’m destined

Solidify my presence

My energy is effervescent, bless it let it breathe

Believe that we can achieve and the sound will supersede

Surpassin' all of these dumb fucks

You’re livin' with no luck

Hopeless, can’t trust, It’s a must that I do this

And prove that I can battle in these arenas

Arian mind state with the paragraphs, preach impurities

Surely with this uncertainty I am searchin' inside

For somethin' more than a drive a materialistic vibe

In my eyes you can see the anger, frustrated and anxious

Lord why you forsake us?

multiple personalities

Just me, myself and I but accompanied by futality

I, took the time to try and truly reflect

Suffocated by the pain while strangulated from stress

Feel like it’s hands around my neck, I say a prayer from next

I wrote this new religious text, that shit was tempting at best

I blast at these bastards with passion preparin' for the apocalypse

Master minds 'til they manage to manufacture their majesty

Masterfully melodic and modest minus the minor

I been mindin' my business

My Midas Touch has been itchin'

The feel is like a Klonopin

Honest with my accomplishments

All I want is acknowledgement

I don’t fuck with you novices

The legacy I leave is in the league of King Solomon