King of Kings - Royce 5'9

I wake up and I don’t know where I am

I wake up and I don’t know where I am

I wake up and I

Yo, to all my hungry disciples

Listen, let’s talk, sit still, sit still

Sit still, blackout, listen, the hungriest

Kings, kings, kings, sit still

Listen, lemme school you for a minute

Blackout, blackout

An angel from the lost, spike headband, marked dead man

Innermost thoughts locked, dangling from a cross

The hotter the heart, the harder — whether

Crucified with my chest up, felt forsaken by the Father

Wounded rebel in Jerusalem

Gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the Devil

Black man, five foot nine, see the dawn when he stares out

With wool hair and feet of bronze

Birdstick, a black staff with brown handle

Backtrack;

my first kicks, brown sandals

In the breeze of the surgeon, surrounded by merchants

Immaculate birth, conceived by a virgin

Do a lot in the lyric, due to the true and not living

Pure as the white driven human inside of a spirit

Or the Cathedral, that’s only a quarter illegal

Slaughter the people, all for the forces of evil

Exterior armor, transparent, non-vivid

The last grand wizard slash serial bomber

Here it is;

I’m Heaven sent, livin in Hell

All-seeing eye, in hand of the pyramids and keep watchin

Out for the death while the beats knockin

Plot by the Devil in a blue dress and cheap stockings

Spiritual last, equipped with physical mass

Able to think quick and bring miracles to pass

The lost wonder of dark days to breathe light in

Christ titan, cough thunder and sneeze lightning

Control the thoughts, po' corps, feed the gators

Sole mediator of code in the Holy War, in front of the mosque

And a storm comin in March

Locked in the physical form of the son of the God

I wake up and I don’t know where I am

I wake up and I don’t know where I am

I wake up and I

The true and living son of the son, thorough

Tongue sword of war, speak and slash son of a gun

When the rumors started I departed — I don’t know

Some old shit about me being placed in a tomb in the Garden

Listen here you lost, I was tortured and died for the cause

And got caught, disappeared from the cross

First into a lesson and learned of my return to the Earth

In the form of a perfect human specimen

The written jeweler, driven from the face of a leader

Slave of the people, in the form of a hidden ruler

Satan’s descendents, put a break in what they intended

The hatred is ended — sway the other way of the sentence

Bells’ll go and tell, defendants’ll go to jail

Hot coal on ya trail, sinners’ll go to Hell

I got a soul for sale, well;

Let’s start the bidding at a tragic death

Who knows what’s finna happen next

Cousin of death, with predictions that I can promise

Gave it to Nostradamus and now he touchin the rest

The heart caller, balancing birds on my finger

Nerves of a cheetah, birthed with the urge to walk water

Foul searchin, bi-weekly, all-purpose

Talk verses in dashikis and fly turbans

Enter the scheme of things, all love

All thugs get judged by me, the king of the kings

I wake up and I don’t know where I am

I wake up and I don’t know where I am

I wake up and I