King Solomon Lyrics by A-Q

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A-Q – King Solomon Lyrics

Chorus
The fall of king Solomon
Young boy thought he was wise he couldn’t follow one
God- had to switch off the lights and took the Glory from
You- always thought you was bright when you were molding one
False gods holding up mics I’m in my coldest form
Wanna speak my piece couldn’t find the sheets I wrote it on
Said I keep it niche still trying to reach you Pokémon’s
Studio with my 6 just spilling over this coke and rum

Verse 1
3 syllable rhymes every time I put my vocals on
Your down with those clowns you really see who the joke is on
Hiphop is dead oh yeah mehn all hope is gone
Still got lotion on where my hands can’t get a hold upon
Back rubs, Back shots precision with a loaded gun
When you write songs my fans know where you stole it from
Righteous obsessions fast forward your blessings
This is not rap this is a white boarding session
Too much to unpack here, tell me if there is cash there
Management had me making music with tribal crack heads
Nobody gets a pass here for a sec I was your cashier
Now I’m on my job no teams we don’t slack here
All these coins I’m making without a wallet on coin desk
From an office table my currency ain’t in coins yet
You can feel the prospects the progress that we’re making
There’s no conversation when you need rehabilitation
The higher the drugs take ‘em the lower your expectations
Everything you do is a cry for help you need saving
Not from me though, you’re driven by ego you can’t see clones
Looking through your peep hole my bro you’re in a deep hole

Chorus
The fall of king Solomon
Young boy thought he was wise he couldn’t follow one
God- had to switch off the lights and took the Glory from
You- always thought you was bright when you were molding one
False gods holding up mics I’m in my coldest form
Wanna speak my piece couldn’t find the sheets I wrote it on
Couldn’t keep it streets cos lowkey I’m a coded one
Killer with the speech swinging hammers like I’m Odin’s son

Verse 2
The late rise of AIs I coded one
They your new gods start worshiping all your favorite ones
For every problem solved beloved they created one
That’s how you sold your soul without even negotiating one
The cost of living a conceded life
Giving up your choices, your voice, the force that gave you life
Got your houses and your cars but you can’t sleep at night?
A simple math of profit and loss could have made your business right
Now I’m here, you’re shook, it’s time to dim your light
Only agree to your terms (Tems) of creating leading vibes
Miracles with the money enough bread for 5000
Everybody eats whose counting, new routing for moving money
New housing, move mountains
Mustard seed faith we found the blue fountain
Sibling rivalry family should never compete
But it’s hard to put your love over greed